Tuesday, June 24, 2008
More grows in the garden than the gardener sows. - Spanish proverb
Surrounding my house exists woodchips where flower-life is planted to grow. The annoying thing about winter is that when spring rolls around, you find that other greeny plants have been growing in that plantless season - weeds. The other day my parents gave me the copious duty of tearing out those green devils from the soil they had embedded themselves in,
not an easy task. I was out there for a good forty-five minutes in the merciless sun and still hadn't got done my designated section of weed digging (which was not that large, mind you).
There are a variety of parallels that I drew from my weeding experience (hey, you have to keep yourself occupied during such a boring activity!). I think first of all, one must recognize the seriousness of weeds in their own life. In plant-sense, weeds are green and deceptively look similar to their flower counterparts, but end up taking water and choking the flowers they are next too - similar in nature in the Christian walk. Some things in life appear to be harmless and may have good intentions at the get-go; however, later down the road a self-serving weed may bloom out of a simple seed. Furthermore (as I found out personally) the simplest blade of grass has roots buried deep, some not even directly beneath it.
When weeds of sin are fostered alongside good character, it becomes a conscious competition between human and Godly desire. To root out those wicked weeds, it will take patience, and even a very long time to fully get to the end of the weed. But when the weed is finally uprooted, how joyous is it! New growth is then possible where a deadened nature once thrived. Pray earnestly this day for the perseverance of treating weeds and for the want to give up the ground in your life that you've let weeds grow.
Labels: devotional
8:01 AM
Saturday, May 10, 2008
"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and there are few that find it." Matt. 7:13-14
Church was packed yesterday, because it was the first night of the two-day Truth Project conference. There were no parking spots at church, so we as Andersons go to Plan B when such a scenario usually takes place: we park at Grandma's house. Grandma's house is across the basin and up the hill outside of church, so naturally, it's a pretty smart parking spot to utilize when parking trouble occurs. After the Truth Project, we made our way across the basin in the dark and frigid air. I was too cold to be traveling the same pace as the rest of my family, so I went ahead and reached the small hill and proceeded to climb up. About half-way through, however, I found that the ground had lost its stable quality and turned into a muddy mixture. Exasperated, I turned to tell everyone not to come this way because of the mud.
We as Christians are mandated with a similar call. We are no greater than every other human being; a chief difference distinguishing us and the world is the object of our worship. Being a Christian in part is the ability to acknowledge our sin; those outside of Christianity are captive to it and cannot see it. Having been saved by God's grace, we know the stakes of a life without Christ, the wide and broad path - however, not everyone in the human race is aware that faulty ground exists in that pathway. Having experienced and understanding the devastation of sin, who are we to not call back to the rest of the world of the danger ahead? We as Christians cannot keep bottled up about a disorder that leads to death, can we?
Pray that we as individuals gain the forthrightness to approach those on the unsure ground. We must warn those who rush toward doom unknowingly.
Labels: pathways
7:24 AM
Monday, April 21, 2008
I never did very well in math - I could never seem to persuade the teacher that I hadn't meant my answers literally. ~Calvin Trillin
Today sucks. It's bad enough that it's a Monday. What makes it worse is that I probably failed my math test, bumping me out of B range after making significant progress in raising my grade. I must be doomed to C-age for math... I can't stand math. Or is it more than just math? It's Miss Fendley, yeah, I blame her. In fact, I was well prepared going into the test (sounds like the all-to-familiar physics exams) due to the homework I've been doing and examples in class. Yet it seems that on every cursed test, Fendley pulls another trick out of her sleeve onto the dastardly white piece of paper that I'm supposed to know answers to. Doesn't work that way. Sorry Fendley, but if you want people to consistently do good on your tests, perhaps you should shake off your mentality and assumption that we know exactly what you're talking about, and actually do what you are mandated to do which is teach. I'm not in the lowest math (which the majority of the school is in, and what a horrible program that is), I'm in 80's. Normally, I should feel pretty good about myself, but today, I feel dumber than a bag of beans (if beans in a bag equates stupidity).
I wrote this poem this morning... rough draft...
Error
I’m the choke you cannot swallow
I’m the moldy marshy-mallow
I’m the rotten in the pear
I’m the split-ends in your hair
I’m the fart that can’t be silenced
I am entropy and violence
I’m the words you can’t replace
I’m the pimples on your face
I’m the poem not complete
I am failure, sound defeat
I’m the sandy-bar and shoal
I’m the piece of gum you stole
I am headache, I am hunger
I am lightning light and thunder
I am fever, I am chilly
You can never, ever kill me
Labels: math, poetry
10:41 AM
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Do people just get lucky? Or is it possible there are no coincidences?
Going to church for youthgroup two days ago, the parking lot was fuller than usual. Apparently there were a lot of older folk interested in "Hymn Sing" that night... I parked at the place where I always had a guaranteed spot: Grandma's house (which was just up the hill from the church.
After youthgroup, I walked across the basin, up the hill, and got into my car. I turned on the car lights, or what I thought were the car lights.. I guess I still need to distinguish between those and the windshield wipers... I got it the second time. I put on Thousand Foot Krutch and proceeded down the road away from my grandparents house. At the stop sign, I finally noticed it - a note underneath one of my windshield wipers, telling me to come inside Grandma's house for some popcorn. How it went unnoticed (even after I accidentally turned my windshield wipers on!) I don't know. I guess awareness is another thing I need to work on..
Sometimes, a lot of times, God tries to get our attention using subtle signs. The hard thing is seeing them. Sometimes it's very easy to see that something is of God, and sometimes, we can get so absorbed in ourselves and in the moment that we fail to see God is trying to get our attention, waving at us right in front of our faces.
Seeing God is not always easy, and I've failed to see Him the moment He tries to get my attention, only to realize later it was Him all along. We as Christians should meditate on God's Word daily to increase our awareness of those subtle signs on our windshields.
Labels: popcorn
10:41 AM
Friday, April 11, 2008
It rained a
lot yesterday.
I was soaked from walking outside Hersey's doors to my bus, the wind whipping up rain right into my face and my once-dry clothes. By the time I made it to Bus 1, there was little to distinguish me from the falling water around me. It pretty much rained the rest of the evening, just a non-stop of excess H2O to weaken one's spirits and dampen one's clothes.
This morning, walking down my driveway towards my bus stop, I couldn't help but notice the limitless amounts of worms strewn in every which way across the blacktop. We as humans are those worms. After the storm, after endless amounts of pain and uprooting, many of us find ourselves scattered across the wayside, in no purposeful direction. Some curse God for the hardship. Others go into depression. All of us experience loss. In an era where comfort is indulged in more so than in past history, being shaken from our dirt (still goin' on with the worm analogy) is, well, discomforting. Pain may be given to emphasize the unsettled sin in our lives or simply serve as a means to trust our core strength. But whatever the pain may be, we can trust in God to be our final peace.
"Come to Me, all you are weak and heavy burdened, and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:28
Labels: rain, worms
7:07 AM