List of Me

I wrote this list probably two years ago. Some of these are still true. Thanks to God, some of them are not.

1. I refuse to answer questions that are too easy - they're beneath me.
2. I often use the bathroom as a place to hide during social gatherings.
3. I can't stand insensitive people.
4. There are some people that I can't stand making eye contact with. I don't know why.
5. Unconditional love confuses me.
6. It's hard for me to even write the word "fat."
7. I get tired of people that talk a lot.
8. I make faces in the elevator and laugh because no one else knows.
9. Sometimes I go in bathrooms just to cry.
   

Infinity Within Our Reach

Sometimes we realize with greater fervor our hunger for the fantastic, the desire to travel past the stars. For centuries, men have yearned for the supernatural - the magical - for something infinitely beyond them. We fly to the planets and stars but are never satisfied with the bits of rock and gas we find; infinity lies beyond them in something unsearchable in our physical form, something incorporeal and yet more real than anything we've ever known before.

Sometimes our eyes open to see the long and narrow road we travel, the burden of the cross becomes a bit heavier, and the rough grain of the wood scratches against our shoulders. We wonder what we're signed up for in this trek - perhaps a long and monotonous journey, always searching to know a God who isn't fully knowable in this world, straining to find the clues and glimpses of Him He leaves around us, striving to become more like Him. A road less travelled, certainly.

But sometimes the veil is pulled aside, and we can see the endless search for those glimpses of glory, glimpses of what Moses saw that transfigured his face, glimpses of God's royal train filling the temple. And we can see what the world does not see - that the search is the joy, that God is the infinite intangible that we search for. I have seen the glory of God in the land of the living, and that is what the world does not understand. The unknowing is the fantastic - the clues are the supernatural visible to human eyes. The long road is fraught with danger, and with toil, but that is where true heroes are forged, true discoveries are made, and true life is lived. It is a privilege to carry the cross, to die for the one who died for many.

The darkness cannot harm what holds the light within. It is not match for me, nor do I heed it. I have light within that yields to no darkness.

Change: Not Just for Pockets

Lately I've felt I needed a new blog. Fresh space to fill with words, unencumbered by old expectations or styles or precedents. It's a good thing, change. (That I can write that honestly and without flinching is an indication of how much I've actually changed.) Change lets you go down paths you've never traveled before. It lets you be someone you never expected yourself to be. It releases you from stagnant ways of life you're mired into and lets you go, be, do - all those two-letter verbs just sit on the other side of change.

This is not my change. Just a representation of it. We'll see how long it lasts until the next big move.