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Snowy Morn
11.14.04 (6:33 pm)   [edit]
I woke up on Saturday morning to six inches of heavy snow slowly crushing the tent that had sheltered me all that night and the night before.  As I exited my temporary abode I was bathed in the white beauty that covered rocks, trees, and trails and was still quietly cascading all around.  In that wintry moment, I felt so alive and so free.  Thank you Lord Jesus for moments like that.
 
love
11.10.04 (6:47 am)   [edit]
I love drug users. I love homosexuals. I love abortionists. I love the Taliban. I love Osama bin Laden. I love Martha Stewart. I love John Kerry and George Bush. I love Michael Moore and Rush Limbaugh. I love Quentin Tarantino. I love TV evangelists. I love my wife, my daughter, my parents, my friends, my church. I love those who love me. I love those who hate me. I love those who don’t really care. I love those I disagree with. I love those who frustrate me. I love those who seek to steal from me, who seek to do me harm, who seek anything but my good. I love, because I’ve found love. I love because God loves me, because I love God and this is His world, and all that is in it.
 
to know
11.08.04 (6:21 pm)   [edit]

to know


 


do not think assume or believe


that by the simple fact that your eyes


can see these words


and your mind


can comprehend each one individually


and compile them into a coherent


thought    & nbsp;   &n bsp;  or form


that you know me


words are only a taste


of a much larger


and more diverse meal


a word or phrase


only a signpost


on a larger and greater journey


that until you have traveled


for many miles


can you begin to know much


of the journey at all


until you’ve gripped my hand


in sweat and struggle


until you’ve look on my reaction


when I see my daughter laugh


until you’ve been close enough


to feel the weight of my anguish


until you’ve believed you could almost taste


the frustration I feel


you don’t know me


only words


only sounds


only