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Knowledge doesn’t save us. Praise God, because otherwise we would live in mortal fear of amnesia, and people who don’t test well wouldn’t have a prayer. Even geeks like me would suffer, because I’m as likely as anyone to get things wrong, or backwards, or leave something out entirely without realizing it. Continue reading Place of Knowledge » One of my favorite Bible passages goes like this: It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23, KJV) (Full disclosure: I was partially inspired by this post from Jon Acuff’s blog. I like that blog.) Sometimes you have to take a chance. When I was a kid, my dad took us to see comets. I can think of three: Halley’s Comet, Comet Hyakutake, and Comet Hale-Bopp. I remember the last two pretty clearly, being a teenager at the time. Halley’s, not so much. But it was kind of a thing, my dad taking us to see comets. It’s a good way to get a kid interested in astronomy, letting them stay up past their bedtime and driving out into the countryside at night because the sky is doing something cool. Little known fact: if you get involved in classical choral music, you will, at some point, sing somebody’s version of the Catholic Mass. “Don’t panic.” I love that phrase. Most geeks do. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is full of quirky essays, rambly asides, and bits and pieces of razor-sharp insight. This is probably my favorite. This may not make much sense, I’m sorry. My grandmother died this week. It wasn’t a shock, but it hasn’t been easy, and I can’t seem to marshal my thoughts very well. eirene – Greek (noun): “peace” The thing you don’t hear about surgery is that it counts as trauma. Probably because the whole “cut open the body and fix the squishy things inside” part is bad enough. I haven’t experienced surgery myself, but hearing other people’s stories and poking around in medical science articles gives me some idea of what surgeons and their patients go through. It’s possible to be too weak to undergo surgery, and man alive, some of the procedures out there are scary. Back when I was in high school, I remember being at someone’s house, playing volleyball in the yard (or attempting to play volleyball; I have since given up), and the sun was setting. It was a beautiful sunset. Not that I can remember it specifically or anything, but it must have been beautiful since I said to a girl next to me, “Look at that sunset!” She turned and looked and shrugged and said, “So what?” In that moment, I swore to never ever be that girl. Continue reading Seeing the Sun » When I set about creating this blog, the first thing I did was google how to create a blog. (Obvious, right?) One site in particular, in its mission to be thorough, started off by saying that if you’re going to blog, you need to first decide what you’re interested in. Which makes sense: not that people are going to blog about what they’re not interested in (though I don’t know, people are weird), but that you’ve got to pick something in particular that your blog is going to be about. One problem: if you ask me what I’m interested in, the answer is, “Um, everything?” This year I read Perelandra during Holy Week. It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. I just happened to say “hm, I should read that again,” right about the same time as Palm Sunday. But as is the way with me and books, I saw something new this time. Oddly, it had less to do with Easter as a Christian holy day, and more to do with a lot of things going on. |
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