Chapter I of My Most Memorable Moments...

Now listening to: The Eleventh Hour by Jars of Clay
ch.1
Riding in the car:
1. Sitting in the back of the Ford Escort Station Wagon, laying on my back, with my siblings staring up through the back window of glass. Gazing past the little defrost strips and up at the trees, clouds, and other over-standing objects. As we would drive blocks and turn every which way, we would then try to guess where we might be. (never thought about it, but this is a good exercise for children if you think about it-- memorizing the skyline of the town-- if you ever got kidnapped, you could know where you were-- I know I'm a genius)
2. Staring at the jumping telephone wires. I have always been fascinated by the way they jump up and down... Like watching a heart rate monitor to the world or something...
3. Falling asleep. Whether it be when I was a kid to the intense heat of VA or 80's pop music, or whether it be sitting in the back seat with a really good friend to lean on and just relax... Yes... It's good to have somebody to talk to, but it's also good to have somebody you can just dream away the world with :)


"Carpe Momento" has been something we have been drenched with during this semester. "Seize the Moment". I thought this saying was something corny for living the right life when I had the chance.... But I'm soon realizing it's way deeper than that. It's stepping out to do the thing that your heart feels is right... Well, tonight I had the perfect opportunity to do such a thing and blew it. There was witness of my absent-actioness. You know who you are, and I am so sorry you had to witness such a poorly handled accident.
I am gaining a deeper understanding of what it means to be a man from this experience though. I realize that being a man is about making choices-- not letting others make choices for you. My accident tonight could have been easily prevented if my witness would have just told me to take action... But I'm glad she didn't, because I wouldn't have seen what I needed to change about myself.
BLAME. We see it as such a nasty word. Like to be blamed is to be sentenced to hell. But, me, I rejoice in blame. I know that if I am trying to glorify God through trying to make myself sanctified holy (holiest of holy) and pure for God's sake alone, that I'm going to have to be blamed for the things I've done wrong so that I may let God mold me into his.

"Take. Take till there's nothing. Nothing to turn to. Nothing when you get through. Won't you break scattered pieces of all I've been. Bowing to all I've been. Running to...Where are you?"




shalom.