"Do you come from a land down under?"
Wow. I just typed out a research paper sized entry, only to read and and delete it. I can't figure out what I want to say. I can't put my finger on it, but I know there's something there. Something I've been turning over and over in my head all day, but not being able to give it a name. Something about people, and the way they act. I guess I mean "we". Im on the verge of a truth and, in my head, it will solve all the world's problems. But once I can form it into a tangible thought, it will become a trite, meaningless observation about how everyone acts one way and how I am different because of this and that and if everyone acted the way I did, there would be no poverty, war, or hunger. Yeah, right. I'd rather it remain in my head, me knowing that Im on the verge of discovering something exciting, but understanding im not ready to grasp the idea yet.
Maybe I've lost it. My mind that is.
I wish I could sit down with God one on one at a table. First, I'd ask him to play connect 4, because I was always pretty good at that game and I want to see how close I can come to beating God. Also, I think God has a pretty great sense of humor, like everyone reading this little bit of sarcasm should, so please no "YOU WILL BE STRUCK BY LIGHTNING"s. Then I'd be like "God, dude, lets play hide Ka'bah from the Muslims." And Im sure God's listening to me going "AHAHAHA ohhhhhhhh.....someone put Daniel Milton down for boils and a stomach virus tomorrow".
But really. I wouldnt mind sitting down with him. I would ask him why I think and feel the way I do. I would ask him if I am going down the path he wants me to. And then we would just talk. No more questions. No am I going to be rich. No will I have a wife, and if so when will Katie Holmes finally realize she loves me. None of that. I could enjoy being in the presence of God. I could tell him about my day, my dreams, my beliefs. He could relate, because he made me. My heart swells with joy just thinking about it. I've never been one to jump up and down and run around praising God and His son. But I think, if I could sit across from Him, and tell him about my day, tell him about how I sat in class wondering if I'd be like the teacher or wondering if someday I'd be in another country killing other human beings, or just tell him what I had for lunch, I think I would be the happiest person in the world. I couldnt help but shed a tear. Then I would ask him the question I asked my mom when I barely even understood the concept of a "Jesus" or a "cross", the question she said I could ask when I went to heaven, which, as I understood it then, was a neat park with lots of candy. I'd ask him how many hairs are on my head.
I can not begin to describe how having faith in Him helps me get through the days. What a hard thing for me to aquire, and even harder for me to keep sometimes, but how free it can make you feel. I have a good life. I half expect something to come and screw it up again soon. This summer is going to be amazing. I have this feeling.
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
Maybe I've lost it. My mind that is.
I wish I could sit down with God one on one at a table. First, I'd ask him to play connect 4, because I was always pretty good at that game and I want to see how close I can come to beating God. Also, I think God has a pretty great sense of humor, like everyone reading this little bit of sarcasm should, so please no "YOU WILL BE STRUCK BY LIGHTNING"s. Then I'd be like "God, dude, lets play hide Ka'bah from the Muslims." And Im sure God's listening to me going "AHAHAHA ohhhhhhhh.....someone put Daniel Milton down for boils and a stomach virus tomorrow".
But really. I wouldnt mind sitting down with him. I would ask him why I think and feel the way I do. I would ask him if I am going down the path he wants me to. And then we would just talk. No more questions. No am I going to be rich. No will I have a wife, and if so when will Katie Holmes finally realize she loves me. None of that. I could enjoy being in the presence of God. I could tell him about my day, my dreams, my beliefs. He could relate, because he made me. My heart swells with joy just thinking about it. I've never been one to jump up and down and run around praising God and His son. But I think, if I could sit across from Him, and tell him about my day, tell him about how I sat in class wondering if I'd be like the teacher or wondering if someday I'd be in another country killing other human beings, or just tell him what I had for lunch, I think I would be the happiest person in the world. I couldnt help but shed a tear. Then I would ask him the question I asked my mom when I barely even understood the concept of a "Jesus" or a "cross", the question she said I could ask when I went to heaven, which, as I understood it then, was a neat park with lots of candy. I'd ask him how many hairs are on my head.
I can not begin to describe how having faith in Him helps me get through the days. What a hard thing for me to aquire, and even harder for me to keep sometimes, but how free it can make you feel. I have a good life. I half expect something to come and screw it up again soon. This summer is going to be amazing. I have this feeling.
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind