Well, here was my AP English assignment that I wrote today... It was very open ended, and meant to be fun. I was supposed to write absolutely nothing in 500 words in reply to an article entitled "How to write nothing in 500 words". Unfortunately, for all my effort, I couldn't manage to not make a point. To a friend who provided a wealth of contradictory writing examples that still stick in my brain to this day: Thanks. :-)
Well, here it is:
"First off, let me apologize. I am in no way an expert on articles, article writing, articles on writing, writers who write articles, or writers who write articles on writing to aid other writers. So, that being said, I humbly present my essay reviewing the article “How to say nothing in 500 words”. In this essay I will…1). *Ding* inform you in the art of writing nothing, 2). *Ding* throw aside hundreds of years of the evolution of the English language, 3). *Ding* tell you how to write good.
Generally, 500 words is an audaciously awesomely auspicious quantity of verbiage for an analytical essay. Fewer words would result in a vague obscurity, while more words can sound verbosely sesquipedalian. I believe that this is true. In my humble opinion, 500 words is the perfect quantity for writing nothing. In fact, so much nothing can be put into 500 words.
All things being equal, I could work my fingers to the bone and travel to the ends for the earth in search of original material. But, from where I sit, I prefer the easy way out when it’s all said and done. Under the cover of darkness, I could give the best years of my life to writing successfully. The pure and simple truth is that this is simply not the American way of life. Time and time again, we need to sit down and for all intents and purposes follow the true American norm: mediocrity.
But, we can change mediocrity into something so much better: embellished mediocrity! With a few simple short concise succinct keystrokes, we can turn a beautiful short sentence into a monstrously complex piece of prose full of busting with grody colloquialisms. An example: She ran. When polymorphed into an intelligent sentence, it reads: “This is the time when the female person about whom I am writing decided to take to her heels and swiftly sprint on a direction that was random and erratic”. See, wasn’t that so much more better?
Remember this: never ever back up your statements with facts. Facts often confuse and disorient your reader, and might dangerously subtract from your points or they may detract concepts your trying to present. If you bombard your reader with too many facts, they may become dazed and confused. Also avoid abstract analogies, they all too often end up like a panda in a golf cart.
Comparisons are just as bad, if not worse than abstract analogies. It’s very true.
In conclusion, 500 words is the perfect space in which to write nothing. To sum up, I prefer to write my nothings in the form of 500 words. In the end, I am entirely not an expert on the subject of writing. My humble and well-thought-out opinion is that it is completely entirely easy to write absolutely nothing in the space of 500 words. As I see it, why should I extend effort to make a piece of writing that’s actually meaningful when I can simply pump out 500 words of nothing in a fraction of the time?
The End."
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
In The Garden
If I could choose a day to last forever, I think it would be a lot like today.
The world is green and fresh from a new rain.
The water flowing through the gullies and down the streams accompanies the wind as it blows through the trees.
The sun shines down, not harsh, not hot... It's bright glow feels like a warm embrace.
In the shade, the air feels fresh and crisp, and the wind lulls and wraps like a cool sheet on a hot summer night.
The whole earth seems to heave with deep breaths. Awake, but relaxed.
The clouds glow, illuminated by the suns gentle rays, reflecting its beauty that is too harsh to look at directly.
I wonder if this is how Adam felt, looking out at the Garden...
But even amidst all that beauty and comfort, even in the very presence of the Living God. He was still alone...
-Wes.
The world is green and fresh from a new rain.
The water flowing through the gullies and down the streams accompanies the wind as it blows through the trees.
The sun shines down, not harsh, not hot... It's bright glow feels like a warm embrace.
In the shade, the air feels fresh and crisp, and the wind lulls and wraps like a cool sheet on a hot summer night.
The whole earth seems to heave with deep breaths. Awake, but relaxed.
The clouds glow, illuminated by the suns gentle rays, reflecting its beauty that is too harsh to look at directly.
I wonder if this is how Adam felt, looking out at the Garden...
But even amidst all that beauty and comfort, even in the very presence of the Living God. He was still alone...
-Wes.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Pulling Teeth
Well... I'm going into surgery today. I'm going to get four wisdom teeth out, the membrane under my tongue snipped, and a gum trimmed up.
My mouth is going to be a warzone.
Any prayers would be wonderful. :-)
My mouth is going to be a warzone.
Any prayers would be wonderful. :-)
Monday, August 27, 2007
Give Me Words to Speak, Give Me Steps to Walk, Give Me Faith to Carry On.
OooooooooHiiiiiioooooooooooPyle.
A very cool place. Which was only made cooler by the presence of cool people. It's so great to have such a joy-full church family. I feel like whenever I'm with everyone, I just see God's grace everywhere. All weekend, there were good times to be had: pressure points and prank calls with the guys in the car, mountain pies that ranged from perfect to indistinguishable from the coals in which they were made, scary stories with all of the guys, beatboxing and singing around the camp fire, laughing at Alaina constantly being dressed in red, white, & blue, Kevin allegedly seeing a skunk jump into the fire and burst into flame (it was Phoenix-skunk), silly string on Mike's car, Jack Sparrow imitations by the pool, (attempting to) split wood and almost getting an axe swing to the shin from Nathaniel, swimming illegally because you only live once, biking more in one day than I have in my entire life, seeing my pastor stand over someone with a raised axe, weird and comical handshakes and high-fives, truly awesome worship at the foot of the J-ville cross in the face of a massive thunderstorm.
Wow that was a long list, and I can still think of more...
But by far, the most memorable thing about the trip was cucumber falls, and how I got totally humbled there.
Call me insane, but it's been a long-standing dream of mine to stand under a waterfall. At cucumber falls, I attempted to walk through the 50-foot torrent alone and fell the first time, crushed under the weight of the water. I tried a second time, and made it through. Third, I stood under it for about 5 seconds and stepped back, and finally I stepped in for about 10 to 15 seconds. At this point, I was pretty much full of myself... I could handle what this bit of nature could throw at me. Talk about being macho and self-reliant.
BIG mistake.
Mr. Skiles asked me to take Dani through the falls, naturally, I accepted. As we walked up to the back of the falls, I explained to her to keep her back straight and her head up. Blinded by the rushing water, I locked my arm under hers.
"Ready?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, 1.2.3."
She slipped and fell, ouch.
No biggy, I'll try and hold her up.
Wrong.
I slipped and fell, pretty much on top of her, Mega ouch.
So, the worst had happened. Mr. Skiles had trusted me with his daughter, and she got hurt. After making sure Dani wasn't extremely injured, I immediately went to Mr. Skiles and apologized. So, where was my macho, master of nature attitude now? Buried.
But, like always, God spoke in a way that I could never have expected. Shannon consoled me simply by saying that it wasn't my job to be ever-dependable. BAM, it hit me. How could I have put all my trust in my own abilities? When God is so much more infinitely powerful and so much more infinitely reliable than me. The waterfall, that God had created, bore so many of the aspects of God. It was furious, powerful, and constant, but also it formed a gentle pool, that refreshed everyone. It was truly awesome, while I am a depraved sinner who doesn't deserve to be refreshed or loved.
But Thank God, I am a son of the One and only I AM, adopted brother of the only perfect man, and daily receiver of the grace and joy of the Holy Spirit.
So, how did it turn out? Mr. Skiles and I are now closer, my friendship with Danielle is stronger than ever, and God has taught me, yet again, to rely only on him.
I am adopted, I am loved, I am disciplined, I am refreshed.
Praise God.
A very cool place. Which was only made cooler by the presence of cool people. It's so great to have such a joy-full church family. I feel like whenever I'm with everyone, I just see God's grace everywhere. All weekend, there were good times to be had: pressure points and prank calls with the guys in the car, mountain pies that ranged from perfect to indistinguishable from the coals in which they were made, scary stories with all of the guys, beatboxing and singing around the camp fire, laughing at Alaina constantly being dressed in red, white, & blue, Kevin allegedly seeing a skunk jump into the fire and burst into flame (it was Phoenix-skunk), silly string on Mike's car, Jack Sparrow imitations by the pool, (attempting to) split wood and almost getting an axe swing to the shin from Nathaniel, swimming illegally because you only live once, biking more in one day than I have in my entire life, seeing my pastor stand over someone with a raised axe, weird and comical handshakes and high-fives, truly awesome worship at the foot of the J-ville cross in the face of a massive thunderstorm.
Wow that was a long list, and I can still think of more...
But by far, the most memorable thing about the trip was cucumber falls, and how I got totally humbled there.
Call me insane, but it's been a long-standing dream of mine to stand under a waterfall. At cucumber falls, I attempted to walk through the 50-foot torrent alone and fell the first time, crushed under the weight of the water. I tried a second time, and made it through. Third, I stood under it for about 5 seconds and stepped back, and finally I stepped in for about 10 to 15 seconds. At this point, I was pretty much full of myself... I could handle what this bit of nature could throw at me. Talk about being macho and self-reliant.
BIG mistake.
Mr. Skiles asked me to take Dani through the falls, naturally, I accepted. As we walked up to the back of the falls, I explained to her to keep her back straight and her head up. Blinded by the rushing water, I locked my arm under hers.
"Ready?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, 1.2.3."
She slipped and fell, ouch.
No biggy, I'll try and hold her up.
Wrong.
I slipped and fell, pretty much on top of her, Mega ouch.
So, the worst had happened. Mr. Skiles had trusted me with his daughter, and she got hurt. After making sure Dani wasn't extremely injured, I immediately went to Mr. Skiles and apologized. So, where was my macho, master of nature attitude now? Buried.
But, like always, God spoke in a way that I could never have expected. Shannon consoled me simply by saying that it wasn't my job to be ever-dependable. BAM, it hit me. How could I have put all my trust in my own abilities? When God is so much more infinitely powerful and so much more infinitely reliable than me. The waterfall, that God had created, bore so many of the aspects of God. It was furious, powerful, and constant, but also it formed a gentle pool, that refreshed everyone. It was truly awesome, while I am a depraved sinner who doesn't deserve to be refreshed or loved.
But Thank God, I am a son of the One and only I AM, adopted brother of the only perfect man, and daily receiver of the grace and joy of the Holy Spirit.
So, how did it turn out? Mr. Skiles and I are now closer, my friendship with Danielle is stronger than ever, and God has taught me, yet again, to rely only on him.
I am adopted, I am loved, I am disciplined, I am refreshed.
Praise God.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Acceptance
School update time!
AP English Language and AP US History, here I come! I was accepted to both courses. I'm going to be learning English Language and Composition from Maya Inspektor and AP US History from Daniel Burns. My sister took APUSH in high school too, so I have some degree of knowledge as to what I'm getting into (Also, I believe that she took the course with none other than Kayte Bell, considering that she was on the class roster, and happens to be in the same graduating class as KA). From Kerriane's work and everything that's been said about the class, it should be a really fantastic experience. Not to mention that I'll be taking the class with a great friend from church. I can't wait!
SAT work is going well, I blazed through a ton of math yesterday. My verbal work is pretty good to begin with, so with some more effort, it could be great. The Essay is a big priority. I need to try to keep my ideas in the range of meaningful AND concise. I can't blaze out 4 four paragraphs of body and only have thirty seconds left to write a conclusion, (which is exactly what happened once). I need to keep trying to find that sweet spot. I may be taking an online class for that too.
Music! New Music!
I've been going out on limb with my listening recently. I've been purchasing singles, albums, and just general songs from bands I haven't been to interested in previously.
New favorite singles include:
"If Everyone Cared" by Nickleback (Hard-rocking romanticism)
"(you want to) Make a Memory" by Bon Jovi
"Wires" by Athlete (a really sweet song)
"Iris" by GooGooDolls
Sort-of: "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" by Fall-Out Boy
New Albums that I've been listening to:
Every Breath You Take - The Police
Eyes Open - Snow Patrol (heh, Police, Patrol... kinda funny.)
End of Silence - Red
Those of you who know music will know that The Police are kindof an old band. Their CD has been laying around the house, just waiting for me to listen to it. It's cool stuff.
The Eyes Open purchase stemmed from my enjoyment of the single "Chasing Cars". Snow Patrol is different, they remind me of Coldplay.
Now, End of Silence I think needs a bit more of an explanation. I've been looking for something energetic to cut grass to, and Linkin Park just puts me in a bad mood. Enter the iTunes $6 albums deal! I noticed this particularly angst'y cover art near the bottom of the page, and I was directed to the latest album by the band "Red". As it turns out, they're a Christian alt-rock band whose main influence is Linkin Park...
Their influence shows.
The whole album is very driven and passionate, sometimes to the point of being corny; exactly like Linkin Park. But it's got some good stuff on it. That being said, I wouldn't recommend it as a Quote/unquote "Christian" band. It isn't worship, at all. It's all a reflection on all things the band deems to be "Red": Passion, Pain, and ultimately, Redemption. It suits my purpose as workout music though, so, I'm satisfied.
-Wes
AP English Language and AP US History, here I come! I was accepted to both courses. I'm going to be learning English Language and Composition from Maya Inspektor and AP US History from Daniel Burns. My sister took APUSH in high school too, so I have some degree of knowledge as to what I'm getting into (Also, I believe that she took the course with none other than Kayte Bell, considering that she was on the class roster, and happens to be in the same graduating class as KA). From Kerriane's work and everything that's been said about the class, it should be a really fantastic experience. Not to mention that I'll be taking the class with a great friend from church. I can't wait!
SAT work is going well, I blazed through a ton of math yesterday. My verbal work is pretty good to begin with, so with some more effort, it could be great. The Essay is a big priority. I need to try to keep my ideas in the range of meaningful AND concise. I can't blaze out 4 four paragraphs of body and only have thirty seconds left to write a conclusion, (which is exactly what happened once). I need to keep trying to find that sweet spot. I may be taking an online class for that too.
Music! New Music!
I've been going out on limb with my listening recently. I've been purchasing singles, albums, and just general songs from bands I haven't been to interested in previously.
New favorite singles include:
"If Everyone Cared" by Nickleback (Hard-rocking romanticism)
"(you want to) Make a Memory" by Bon Jovi
"Wires" by Athlete (a really sweet song)
"Iris" by GooGooDolls
Sort-of: "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" by Fall-Out Boy
New Albums that I've been listening to:
Every Breath You Take - The Police
Eyes Open - Snow Patrol (heh, Police, Patrol... kinda funny.)
End of Silence - Red
Those of you who know music will know that The Police are kindof an old band. Their CD has been laying around the house, just waiting for me to listen to it. It's cool stuff.
The Eyes Open purchase stemmed from my enjoyment of the single "Chasing Cars". Snow Patrol is different, they remind me of Coldplay.
Now, End of Silence I think needs a bit more of an explanation. I've been looking for something energetic to cut grass to, and Linkin Park just puts me in a bad mood. Enter the iTunes $6 albums deal! I noticed this particularly angst'y cover art near the bottom of the page, and I was directed to the latest album by the band "Red". As it turns out, they're a Christian alt-rock band whose main influence is Linkin Park...
Their influence shows.
The whole album is very driven and passionate, sometimes to the point of being corny; exactly like Linkin Park. But it's got some good stuff on it. That being said, I wouldn't recommend it as a Quote/unquote "Christian" band. It isn't worship, at all. It's all a reflection on all things the band deems to be "Red": Passion, Pain, and ultimately, Redemption. It suits my purpose as workout music though, so, I'm satisfied.
-Wes
Thursday, July 26, 2007
His Will be Done
Have you ever had to wait for something, and the moment you feel ready to have it, you were told "Hold on, there's other stuff you need to focus on."?
Thank God, I think I'm having one of those moments.
I'm not going to Russia. The church in Perm cancelled the trip. Despite the fact that I now have an obscene amount of saved money that has no purpose, this is a downer. I've been gearing up for this trip for the past three months and it's just kinda slipped through my fingers.
However, I think it was a work of the Holy Spirit. He wants me here. He wants me to concentrate on other things. Things that, in the end, are more important. My (otleechna) friends, my church, AP courses, and my PSATs and SATs. God has given me a solid foundation on the rock. It's me who needs to choose what to build the house with. I keep being told that the SATs are only a test, that they don't make your life. This is a true statement, sort of. But what it does decide is where I go to college, and where I go to college is a big deal! The final four, (most likely eight) years of my education RELY on those scores. I've been studying for them, but not very seriously. Time to buckle down...
Does anyone else read their fortune cookies when they go to Chinese restaurants? I have fun with it. I never take them seriously. Especially when my sister has gotten one that said "Don't kiss an elephant on the lips today." (no joke). But, sometimes they have cool stuff to say. One time, I got a particularly meaningful pastry. The message inscribed in it's recycled paper slip was short, and sweet to anyone who knows Christ.
"Deep Faith Eliminates Fear"
I still have that fortune. It's really cool to think about at times like these. God has kicked me up off my butt and pointed me where he wants me. Thankfully, I am grounded in deep faith that God's Providence is enough. My God goes before me, he lives in me, and he comes after me. I can see him there. Who should I fear? (Joshua 1:9, Psalm 27:1)
So, now I'm going to start work on my two AP applications, studying for the SATs, and devoting with the guy's prayer meeting in mind. :-) God is good.
Well, as my AIM profile now says: "The wait is over, the Future is here."
and I want you to be a part of it.
-Wes
Today's song: "Wires" by Athlete
Thank God, I think I'm having one of those moments.
I'm not going to Russia. The church in Perm cancelled the trip. Despite the fact that I now have an obscene amount of saved money that has no purpose, this is a downer. I've been gearing up for this trip for the past three months and it's just kinda slipped through my fingers.
However, I think it was a work of the Holy Spirit. He wants me here. He wants me to concentrate on other things. Things that, in the end, are more important. My (otleechna) friends, my church, AP courses, and my PSATs and SATs. God has given me a solid foundation on the rock. It's me who needs to choose what to build the house with. I keep being told that the SATs are only a test, that they don't make your life. This is a true statement, sort of. But what it does decide is where I go to college, and where I go to college is a big deal! The final four, (most likely eight) years of my education RELY on those scores. I've been studying for them, but not very seriously. Time to buckle down...
Does anyone else read their fortune cookies when they go to Chinese restaurants? I have fun with it. I never take them seriously. Especially when my sister has gotten one that said "Don't kiss an elephant on the lips today." (no joke). But, sometimes they have cool stuff to say. One time, I got a particularly meaningful pastry. The message inscribed in it's recycled paper slip was short, and sweet to anyone who knows Christ.
"Deep Faith Eliminates Fear"
I still have that fortune. It's really cool to think about at times like these. God has kicked me up off my butt and pointed me where he wants me. Thankfully, I am grounded in deep faith that God's Providence is enough. My God goes before me, he lives in me, and he comes after me. I can see him there. Who should I fear? (Joshua 1:9, Psalm 27:1)
So, now I'm going to start work on my two AP applications, studying for the SATs, and devoting with the guy's prayer meeting in mind. :-) God is good.
Well, as my AIM profile now says: "The wait is over, the Future is here."
and I want you to be a part of it.
-Wes
Today's song: "Wires" by Athlete
Friday, July 06, 2007
I Have...
Poison Ivy all over my face, neck, and shoulders... It's horrible.
I'm still alive though, and have a lot to blog about. Check back soon.
I'm still alive though, and have a lot to blog about. Check back soon.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
"The Piano"
Since I had no music segment in my last post, here's a post completely about music!
I found this video on YouTube, and it sums up a quality of freeform piano playing that I often struggle to express in words.
When I play, It's very rare that I think completely about the notes I'm playing, the melody, or any of that jazz. (hah, Jazz...) My thoughts have a tendency to wander from subject to subject, and my playing fluctuates with them.
-Wes
I found this video on YouTube, and it sums up a quality of freeform piano playing that I often struggle to express in words.
When I play, It's very rare that I think completely about the notes I'm playing, the melody, or any of that jazz. (hah, Jazz...) My thoughts have a tendency to wander from subject to subject, and my playing fluctuates with them.
-Wes
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The Fields Are White For Harvest, But The Berries Need More Time
I love the outdoors. God in his mercy gave us plants, animals, water, air, and open sky. This is an amazing time of year out here... Nature is completely alive. The fields of hay and Timothy are golden and ready to be cut, the grass is green, Goslings are learning to fly, the blackberries are ripening, and the lightning bugs are coming out. It feels almost magical.
I have a good feeling about this summer... More than a good feeling, I'm absolutely twitterpated with it all.
No matter how many times I tend to think otherwise, this farm is a blessing. No matter how many times when I feel too far away. No matter how often our neighbors thunder their fuel trucks in and out. This farm is still a blessing. It's taught me so many things. Thanks to these past few years, I know how to garden, how to build a free-standing wooden structure, how to tear out and re-build walls, weld metal, how to improvise when lacking the right tools and/or supplies, install 3/4 inch hardwood, not to meantion gained somewhat of a knowledge of a VERY broad expanse of topics regarding a country household. I can't even begin to comprehend the advantages this knowledge.
God has given me so much, and asks for so little.
Lovin' my Country Home,
-Wes
Monday, May 28, 2007
Swept Away
Eyeyeyeye, what a memorial day weekend. Way too crazy to compile into one post, but I still want to make a post, so, I'll talk about Sunday.
Well, almost everyone was gone at NA, but that's alright, there were still tons of cool people to hand with, awesome worship and inspiring word to be taught from. Worship, was different from usual. Usually I can get right into sort of a worshipful mode(which tends to last into the next day. :-P) But yesterday was different: I was having a hard time. But, as we were worshipping, I prayed for a song to come along and help me forget myself and really worship. Immediately, I thought of the song "Grace Like Rain." by Todd Agnew. It's a variation on Amazing Grace with an added chorus. Lo and behold, it was the next song. God is so good isn't He.
Joel preached the final sermon of the Genesis series, and subsequently covered the life and times of Joseph. Towards the end of the sermon, Joel addressed the fact that Joseph not only forgave his brothers for their betrayal, but he invited them to live in Egypt under his personal care. This awakened the memory of one of my favorite verses, John 15:9, which says "As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love." It's such a simple and small verse, but it speaks volumes of the love of Jesus, and therefore also the love of God. Jesus is not just saying, "I love you, each and every one, and I always want you to know that." It's SO MUCH MORE than that. He is expressing that we, as Christians are to abide(live, exist, stay) within his love. So, not only does Joseph mirror Christ in his mercy on his brothers, but he also mirrors Him as showing a desire to have his loved ones dwell or abide in his bountiful love. This concept isn't just a concept that Jesus presents, it's not just how Joseph lived his life, it's an over-arcing vision on the Bible. This is how the Holy Spirit reaches us, it's how we live in Christ and walk in his love: He abides in us, and we abide in his love and blessing.
So, Jesus just isn't your co-pilot, he isn't a far off wise-man who tells you to ask WWJD, and he is most certainly not the little angel that sits on your right shoulder. He is with you always, not overshadowing you, not tailing you making sure you're doing good, but abiding in you, and sanctifying you.
In utterly unrelated life news, I'm planning the first (as Dan aptly put it)"Sames's 'Come out to the farm and use all our cool stuff' Day". I'm thinking the second week in June. Look for a date in your inbox soon!
Also, it would be cool to get a group of PCOPers to go to Kennywood this summer, because SOME of us have never been there, and/or been there very rarely.
Well, with normal live done, on to music.
Today's song! Sweep Me Away, by Charlie Hall. It's a worship song with very few words, but it was presented VERY exceptionally. Charlie's Baritone voice is electronically sustained and reverbed in almost the same fashion a piano note is sustained by the sustain pedal and reverberated by the other strings. The product is a captivating and almost visual song. A hidden gem.
Uhg, the Sonata. I'm sure everyone is wondering where it is. It's here, but I had some pretty bad recording problems. First time through, I went too fast, then I messed up I don't know how many times, finally, I did the song perfectly, but the recorder stopped itself at 23 seconds (that one was really frustrating.) and at the end of my attempts I messed up the final movement. So, it's coming, give me some more time.
-Wes
Well, almost everyone was gone at NA, but that's alright, there were still tons of cool people to hand with, awesome worship and inspiring word to be taught from. Worship, was different from usual. Usually I can get right into sort of a worshipful mode(which tends to last into the next day. :-P) But yesterday was different: I was having a hard time. But, as we were worshipping, I prayed for a song to come along and help me forget myself and really worship. Immediately, I thought of the song "Grace Like Rain." by Todd Agnew. It's a variation on Amazing Grace with an added chorus. Lo and behold, it was the next song. God is so good isn't He.
Joel preached the final sermon of the Genesis series, and subsequently covered the life and times of Joseph. Towards the end of the sermon, Joel addressed the fact that Joseph not only forgave his brothers for their betrayal, but he invited them to live in Egypt under his personal care. This awakened the memory of one of my favorite verses, John 15:9, which says "As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love." It's such a simple and small verse, but it speaks volumes of the love of Jesus, and therefore also the love of God. Jesus is not just saying, "I love you, each and every one, and I always want you to know that." It's SO MUCH MORE than that. He is expressing that we, as Christians are to abide(live, exist, stay) within his love. So, not only does Joseph mirror Christ in his mercy on his brothers, but he also mirrors Him as showing a desire to have his loved ones dwell or abide in his bountiful love. This concept isn't just a concept that Jesus presents, it's not just how Joseph lived his life, it's an over-arcing vision on the Bible. This is how the Holy Spirit reaches us, it's how we live in Christ and walk in his love: He abides in us, and we abide in his love and blessing.
So, Jesus just isn't your co-pilot, he isn't a far off wise-man who tells you to ask WWJD, and he is most certainly not the little angel that sits on your right shoulder. He is with you always, not overshadowing you, not tailing you making sure you're doing good, but abiding in you, and sanctifying you.
In utterly unrelated life news, I'm planning the first (as Dan aptly put it)"Sames's 'Come out to the farm and use all our cool stuff' Day". I'm thinking the second week in June. Look for a date in your inbox soon!
Also, it would be cool to get a group of PCOPers to go to Kennywood this summer, because SOME of us have never been there, and/or been there very rarely.
Well, with normal live done, on to music.
Today's song! Sweep Me Away, by Charlie Hall. It's a worship song with very few words, but it was presented VERY exceptionally. Charlie's Baritone voice is electronically sustained and reverbed in almost the same fashion a piano note is sustained by the sustain pedal and reverberated by the other strings. The product is a captivating and almost visual song. A hidden gem.
Uhg, the Sonata. I'm sure everyone is wondering where it is. It's here, but I had some pretty bad recording problems. First time through, I went too fast, then I messed up I don't know how many times, finally, I did the song perfectly, but the recorder stopped itself at 23 seconds (that one was really frustrating.) and at the end of my attempts I messed up the final movement. So, it's coming, give me some more time.
-Wes
Friday, May 18, 2007
My Creed
Well, in working on my portfolio, I came across an assignment that I had earlier in the year. I was instructed to construct my own Creed of what I believed in the pattern of the Apostles', and Nicene creeds as well as the "Definition if Chalcedon". Here it is! I hope you enjoy it.
I believe in the one God the Father almighty, maker of Heaven and Earth, and of all things visible and invisible, and in the one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten son of God, begotten of his father before all the worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the father, by whom all things were made, Who for us men, and our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnated by the Holy Ghost of the virgin Mary, full in his Godhead and divinity and full in his manhood, possessing a human body and soul, was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried, his human soul descended triumphantly into hell in order that he may pay the invisible and incomprehensible judgment that we deserve, his body, soul and divine nature were re-united on this earth on the third day, alive, he appeared before his disciples and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father; and he shall come again in glory to judge all his creation; Whose kingdom shall never end. And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the third person of the Triune God, the Lord and giver of Life, who proceeds from the father and the son, who with the father and the son together is worshipped and glorified; who spake by the prophets, and performs miracles by the saints and those who would believe. Amen.
I believe in the one God the Father almighty, maker of Heaven and Earth, and of all things visible and invisible, and in the one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten son of God, begotten of his father before all the worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the father, by whom all things were made, Who for us men, and our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnated by the Holy Ghost of the virgin Mary, full in his Godhead and divinity and full in his manhood, possessing a human body and soul, was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried, his human soul descended triumphantly into hell in order that he may pay the invisible and incomprehensible judgment that we deserve, his body, soul and divine nature were re-united on this earth on the third day, alive, he appeared before his disciples and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father; and he shall come again in glory to judge all his creation; Whose kingdom shall never end. And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the third person of the Triune God, the Lord and giver of Life, who proceeds from the father and the son, who with the father and the son together is worshipped and glorified; who spake by the prophets, and performs miracles by the saints and those who would believe. Amen.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Projects!
Yeah, I'm still here. I havn't abandoned you all yet. Although I'm really busy right now, and it's some crazy and good stuff that some of you may be interested in.
- I'm writing my first Sonata! (three movements, a main theme, etc) I have a framework for the whole piece and a unique melody. It's in C# Minor, which has 4 sharps (same key as moonlight sonata). There are some allusions to moonlight, although it's very different. I hope to record a rough version tonight.
- School is crazy. I'm getting Evaluated this coming monday, and just started working on a finalized profolio this week. (>.<) Yikes.
- I'm reading Shakespeare like it's going out of style. I just finished A Midsummer night's Dream and Macbeth, I'm moving on to Henry V and Richard III. I absolutely loved A Midsummer night's dream, and if anyone wants to actually go see the play sometime, please please let me know.
- Wrapping up loose ends of the school year is becoming a HUGE task.
- We will have Vents in our house soon! It's amazing! I've never been so happy about chunks of aluminum in my life.
- The wood for all the trim in the house has arrived.
- My sister is home from college, for good! She's gradjimakated! Which is oh so awesome.
- For those of you who know that I'm actually in my room now, it's not really a room. It's a place with four walls, a 3/4 inch hardwood floor, and a bed in the center, nothing else. :-P But I'm happy with it.
That's the major points of my life now.
Today's music is: "Passacaglia and Fugue in C Minor, BMV582" J.S. Bach and "Time" by John Behrens
On a more personal note, I just wanted all of you guys to know something.
I love you all. :-)
Life is crazy for me right now, and I really miss my church family. I've been a part of Providence's family for nearly 4 years now, and this is the longest I've been apart from everyone. I'll be back soon, and I want you all to know I think about you often. Yes, YOU.
Love,
Wes
Sunday, May 06, 2007
A Hobbit Weekend
"...But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet, and good tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow. And yes, no doubt, to others our ways seem quaint. But today, of all days, it is brought home to me, it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life."
-Bilbo Baggins
Today's music is: "Concerning Hobbits" by Howard Shore.
Yeah, call me silly, but I spent a weekend living a very Hobbit-like lifestyle this weekend. Yesterday, I did soooo much garden work, and enjoyed it greatly. I even did it in sandals/bare feet. Today, I did sooooo much more gardening, although today's work included more rocks and mulch, not so much fun. But still, I was outside, so I was happy. :-)
God gave Adam creation, man, what an amazing gift. I can't even begin to imagine the thank you note that Adam could have written. In the recent months, I've been discovering the joys of being outside. Peace and quiet, (to some degree) and good tilled earth really are what they're cracked up to be. These past few weeks have helped me realise that I love the country. Give me a bible, a family, a piano and some land, and I would be happy.
God created everything and said that it was good. That says to me that God was happy with this new dwelling place. In a parable, Jesus talks about two servants who were given sums of money and made more of them. The Master in the story says to the good servants, "'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!" This rings true with all responsibilities. The Master(God) desires man to share with his happiness. He places us in charge of small things (daily devotions, modesty, respect, other daily activities) and if we do well with what he gives, he places us in charge of great things (Marriage, a home, children, land). God gives us responsibility, so therefore he challenges us, but he gives us the greatest Helper(The Holy Spirit). So, not only does he want us to be happy, and share in his happiness, but he HELPS US THERE! WOW. That just blows my mind. For a amazing God to even want to make a sinful, decrepit race happy, is an amazing, wonderful, and almost unbelievable concept.
But he slew his own son, and secured happiness for all of us.
Wow.
-Wes
Saturday, May 05, 2007
From The Ashes
Welcome back. Or maybe simply welcome. This is a very old blog of mine that I'm going to attempt to revive. Feel free to peruse the archives, but I want the real life of this Blog to be what's new.
This, of course, begs the question: "What's new?"
Yikes, maybe that's too big of a question for the moment, so I'll start with something simpler: "What's with the new Blog name and Title?"
Well, I've fallen in love with music since I last posted in this blog, and I thought it would be a stupendous new name for a blog. My soul, when I sit at a piano, sings through the keys. God has given me a wonderful gift in the form of piano, and an ability to sit and play what's on my mind. Some people have journals to write out their thoughts, I have the keys on a piano and a memo recorder. (That I just started using recently)
Coincidentally, what I play often reflects my circumstances in life; thus it equates well with an online journal.
Again, Welcome! and I hope you enjoy the ride. :-)
-Wes
This, of course, begs the question: "What's new?"
Yikes, maybe that's too big of a question for the moment, so I'll start with something simpler: "What's with the new Blog name and Title?"
Well, I've fallen in love with music since I last posted in this blog, and I thought it would be a stupendous new name for a blog. My soul, when I sit at a piano, sings through the keys. God has given me a wonderful gift in the form of piano, and an ability to sit and play what's on my mind. Some people have journals to write out their thoughts, I have the keys on a piano and a memo recorder. (That I just started using recently)
Coincidentally, what I play often reflects my circumstances in life; thus it equates well with an online journal.
Again, Welcome! and I hope you enjoy the ride. :-)
-Wes
Monday, August 14, 2006
I... Had A Dream
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
-M.L.K. Jr.
A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was dead, I had died shortly before my 17th birthday. I was walking in between two angels. I was explaining them the idea of dieing young, and how as a human, we experience a sad feeling in disappointing the other humans we love. (Hey, they're angels, not humans.) They had six wings, folded in various ways. The angels were walking, not flying, but our feet made no noise in the soft grass. I wasn't sad, I was happy. The angels comforted me and said that Christ had saved me and that my war against sin had been won. But still, I thought of everyone I knew. Everyone I loved back on Earth, how they would be sad for my early(in their eyes) departure. The angels led me to the far side of the field, and told me to behold the ones I loved. Standing before me, was my sister, flanked by two young men and a woman who I knew to be her children, behind them, their children, and future generations. My parents were also there. In the crowd, there were people of mixed race: some black, mostly white, some asian. all standing there, staring into my eyes and smiling. I looked up, everything dissolved, I closed my eyes and I praised God for his glory. I opened my eyes to see, my alarm clock... and my dark blue sheets cascading softly on my bed.
This dream is running off of the concept that if time is nothing to God, then the elect are already in heaven because heaven is not on a timeline, it just exists.
-Wes
Blessed Dreams.
-M.L.K. Jr.
A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was dead, I had died shortly before my 17th birthday. I was walking in between two angels. I was explaining them the idea of dieing young, and how as a human, we experience a sad feeling in disappointing the other humans we love. (Hey, they're angels, not humans.) They had six wings, folded in various ways. The angels were walking, not flying, but our feet made no noise in the soft grass. I wasn't sad, I was happy. The angels comforted me and said that Christ had saved me and that my war against sin had been won. But still, I thought of everyone I knew. Everyone I loved back on Earth, how they would be sad for my early(in their eyes) departure. The angels led me to the far side of the field, and told me to behold the ones I loved. Standing before me, was my sister, flanked by two young men and a woman who I knew to be her children, behind them, their children, and future generations. My parents were also there. In the crowd, there were people of mixed race: some black, mostly white, some asian. all standing there, staring into my eyes and smiling. I looked up, everything dissolved, I closed my eyes and I praised God for his glory. I opened my eyes to see, my alarm clock... and my dark blue sheets cascading softly on my bed.
This dream is running off of the concept that if time is nothing to God, then the elect are already in heaven because heaven is not on a timeline, it just exists.
-Wes
Blessed Dreams.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
First post in forever
Hello blog, man, It's been so long... Youth Camp has come and gone, along with many other happenings that warrant a placement in your HTML halls. Sadly, I think I'll just go back to the Russian party and go up from there, I can't recount the past few months and do them justice you know.
Ahh, anyway. So, the Russians. First, a little back story: My Russian tutors son is a VERY active member of Rotary International, which sponsors business trips and whatnot for people to go to other countries and LEARN SOMETHING! For the past 3 years, my tutor' son (Vitalie)has been taking groups of Russians around Pittsburgh so they can learn from local economics and other areas of interest. For example, last year he had a group who really wanted to learn about the functioning of Non-profit organizations, this year it had to do with generating enough energy for such a large area. Now, formalities aside, these people were so funny and so different, I hope I can name them all, lets see...
Leonid: a man of unknown profession who hails from Lenin's home town, and he was the picture of the generalized socialist Russian. Funny guy though, he gave me tons of pins, most of which had lenin's bust somewhere on it. There were alot of jokes made that he was a spy and former member of the KGB, although it was all done in good humor. Couldn't speak English, but I talked with him alot anyway(tried to, in Russian that is)
Nikolai: I never got to talk much with him, but he always had some kind of camera or video recorder in his hand. didn't speak English.
Andrew: same as Nikolai, only minus the video camera.
I believe there was another Nikolai, who is a composer, who also didn't speak English, but played the piano beautifully.
Gresha: the translator of the group, aka the only one that could speak english. Gresha as an amazing soon-to-be professor of Russian-American relations at a local university. It was so wonderful to talk with him, he wanted to know so much, and I wanted to know so much too, so we basically exchanged knowledge for what seemed like hours.
There were two meetings, a welcome meeting and a farewell meeting. I'll see if I can accurately separate these two meetings into two narratives.
Well, we arrived just in time to join in the meal, although we were unfortunatly late. I indulged in Pickled herring with onion in vegitable oil, all of which was raw, but good, along with caviar and butter on wheat bread. Pork was the only "Normal" thing served, but there was also this great pockets of eggroll of some sort, along with some kind of cabbage dish and a beet and horseradish dish that I didn't sample. While I was eating, I met everyone, including a young lady named Jenna who is 20, soon to be 21. I'm still not sure exactly how she and her family are involved in all this, but it all worked out for the better. For the remainder of the night I mingled and had leangthy conversations with Gresha and Jenna about the policial structure of America.
Food and talk gave way to entertainment, Jenna sang, I played piano a bit, but the real highlight came when Nikolai played a beutiful russian waltz. I began to dance with an invisible partner, and Jenna asked me "Do you dance?" and so, I took off my boots and got a quick lesson in waltzing and voila! Jenna and I were dancing in the middle of the living room. Jenna, who is/was a ballroom dancer gave me the basic steps of the waltz. Kinda funny how life can lead so such things as dancing with a girl I had only met that night.
Ok, well, that's enough for now, check back soon to read more on the russians.
Simple(ton) thought of the day: "Orange Bandanas only look good on blond haired girls."
Someone interesting I met today: Barbra Haggardy
-Wes
Ahh, anyway. So, the Russians. First, a little back story: My Russian tutors son is a VERY active member of Rotary International, which sponsors business trips and whatnot for people to go to other countries and LEARN SOMETHING! For the past 3 years, my tutor' son (Vitalie)has been taking groups of Russians around Pittsburgh so they can learn from local economics and other areas of interest. For example, last year he had a group who really wanted to learn about the functioning of Non-profit organizations, this year it had to do with generating enough energy for such a large area. Now, formalities aside, these people were so funny and so different, I hope I can name them all, lets see...
Leonid: a man of unknown profession who hails from Lenin's home town, and he was the picture of the generalized socialist Russian. Funny guy though, he gave me tons of pins, most of which had lenin's bust somewhere on it. There were alot of jokes made that he was a spy and former member of the KGB, although it was all done in good humor. Couldn't speak English, but I talked with him alot anyway(tried to, in Russian that is)
Nikolai: I never got to talk much with him, but he always had some kind of camera or video recorder in his hand. didn't speak English.
Andrew: same as Nikolai, only minus the video camera.
I believe there was another Nikolai, who is a composer, who also didn't speak English, but played the piano beautifully.
Gresha: the translator of the group, aka the only one that could speak english. Gresha as an amazing soon-to-be professor of Russian-American relations at a local university. It was so wonderful to talk with him, he wanted to know so much, and I wanted to know so much too, so we basically exchanged knowledge for what seemed like hours.
There were two meetings, a welcome meeting and a farewell meeting. I'll see if I can accurately separate these two meetings into two narratives.
Well, we arrived just in time to join in the meal, although we were unfortunatly late. I indulged in Pickled herring with onion in vegitable oil, all of which was raw, but good, along with caviar and butter on wheat bread. Pork was the only "Normal" thing served, but there was also this great pockets of eggroll of some sort, along with some kind of cabbage dish and a beet and horseradish dish that I didn't sample. While I was eating, I met everyone, including a young lady named Jenna who is 20, soon to be 21. I'm still not sure exactly how she and her family are involved in all this, but it all worked out for the better. For the remainder of the night I mingled and had leangthy conversations with Gresha and Jenna about the policial structure of America.
Food and talk gave way to entertainment, Jenna sang, I played piano a bit, but the real highlight came when Nikolai played a beutiful russian waltz. I began to dance with an invisible partner, and Jenna asked me "Do you dance?" and so, I took off my boots and got a quick lesson in waltzing and voila! Jenna and I were dancing in the middle of the living room. Jenna, who is/was a ballroom dancer gave me the basic steps of the waltz. Kinda funny how life can lead so such things as dancing with a girl I had only met that night.
Ok, well, that's enough for now, check back soon to read more on the russians.
Simple(ton) thought of the day: "Orange Bandanas only look good on blond haired girls."
Someone interesting I met today: Barbra Haggardy
-Wes
Monday, May 08, 2006
A dream
Black, all Black, but suddenly a rush of sound and feeling, suddenly, like a silk blanket being ripped out from under me, I feel a harsh grit. My wet body feels all the aches and pains of extreme exertion. Where am I? It would seem to be a beach. I stagger up, trying to recall what happened. Did I fall? It sure feels like it, but I’m not on the coast, I’m on an island. I can’t see too well, it’s like looking through a haze. Before me lies a mass of vegetation, the air lightly brushes through the branches of the palm trees as I notice that the sun sinking on the horizon, it must be about 6 o’clock. The world seems as though it’s winding down, shadows are long and there’s a twinge of orange in the light. Quickly I notice my shoes are almost totally destroyed. I toss them into the expanse of turquoise without a second thought… My clothes begin to dry as I walk eastward with no particular will or reason: Like walking while asleep. I robotically walk along trying to make sense of my exhaustion and despair, for I can’t seem to find why I’m here. The sun creeps lower in the sky as I continue my mindless trek, I’ve rounded the island and I’m walking back west again. There’s a figure on the beach lying prone an motionless as I could imagine I was not but a few hours ago. Slowly, almost with an extreme apathy I approach the form. I find I’m at a loss to call out. But, like a cat, I stoop down and shyly inspect the figure lying face down in the sand. None of it’s features seem to be discernible, neither due to decay, nor to mutilation, simply a deficit, an inability to discern. I shyly grasp the pale clammy arm, and feel for a pulse. Nothing… slowly, and without expression, I gently pick up the ragged frame that had lain before me. The sun is halfway down. I cling to the body in my arms, as if my simple perseverance in walking on would make it come back to life. Slowly, and cautiously, I hope. Have you ever experienced a raw feeling or attribute of the mind, without a predicate, without an object or target? If you haven’t I can’t express the raw unfailing hope I felt. Still, without emotion, I trudge on in the wet, cold sand. The sun is disappearing. I look down and recognise the face on the body I carry. My head leans back and my eyes close. Then I awoke.
Wishing you pleasent dreams
-Wes
Wishing you pleasent dreams
-Wes
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
My bottom ten
Inspired by Strongbad WARNING, EXTREMELY PESSIMISTIC
10. trying to clean milk off of glass countertops... it just leaves a white residue.
9. The Jibblies
8. Pops(sodas) that have super long meaningless names or flavors. TRY NEW DIET "ONE" BLACK CHERRY VANILLA LEMON LIME DR. PEPPER! if it takes more than 3 seconds just to say the name, its gone too far.
7. Mountain Dew has minimal effects on me... which isn't fun at all.
6. being sick for extended periods of time (like right now)
5. Canned green beans....*jibblies*
4. that intersection on 51 near castle shannon off library road that's like a 9 way.
3. People who think they're working hard at something and think they're good enough when in the meantime they're not trying hard, they're hardly trying.
2. That awful feeling of missing the last step on a stairwell in the dark. like your stomach drops out from under you.
1. Makeup, in any shape or form that's not deodorant or a hair product such as gel or hairspray. Especially when applied to the face. eye shadow...*jibblies*
There you have it, Wes Sames' bottom 10, subject to change.
mostly meant to be hurmorous, except number 3... that's one that really gets me
-Wes
10. trying to clean milk off of glass countertops... it just leaves a white residue.
9. The Jibblies
8. Pops(sodas) that have super long meaningless names or flavors. TRY NEW DIET "ONE" BLACK CHERRY VANILLA LEMON LIME DR. PEPPER! if it takes more than 3 seconds just to say the name, its gone too far.
7. Mountain Dew has minimal effects on me... which isn't fun at all.
6. being sick for extended periods of time (like right now)
5. Canned green beans....*jibblies*
4. that intersection on 51 near castle shannon off library road that's like a 9 way.
3. People who think they're working hard at something and think they're good enough when in the meantime they're not trying hard, they're hardly trying.
2. That awful feeling of missing the last step on a stairwell in the dark. like your stomach drops out from under you.
1. Makeup, in any shape or form that's not deodorant or a hair product such as gel or hairspray. Especially when applied to the face. eye shadow...*jibblies*
There you have it, Wes Sames' bottom 10, subject to change.
mostly meant to be hurmorous, except number 3... that's one that really gets me
-Wes
Monday, March 06, 2006
Un-minorness! Woohoo!
Woohoo! Dan's 18! Party at his house! literally.
Yep, Saturday was just that. I packed up my stuff and headed over to "the Behrens farm" decked in John Deere, flannel, and jeans. Country music was the order of the day through Dan's new "iPod Hi_Fi", a mini stereo that he got from his uncle. We feated on a magificant ham as well as chicken and Mac n' cheese, along with cheerful conversation about Dan and everyone's future. After dinner, Mr. Behrens decided that we should all have some time to share some stuff about Dan, sentiments bounced around the room akin to stuff you would most likely hear when someone is appresheated at a funeral, but not glummly, but happily. It's a sentiment that I've always had that it's a shame that no one is ever able to attend their own funeral, because most people just don't know how much they mean to the others in their life. I think that this practice the Behren's have introduced to me will carry over into my own parenting. As the night continued, the country gave way to other forms of music, talking gave way to games, skits, and a jello slurping contest. Slowly but steadily The party felt very much like a theme party, which it was, but for a while, it almost seemed natural for everyone to be wearing old timey sort of weird stuff. Then Katie walked in sporting a red hoodie (before changing into flannel) and brought home how odd the scene must have looked. :-P
Later on, there was much guitar playing, talking, and the like. Finally, we all hit the hay at like 1 AM.
Some party, sorry for the short post, more to come
-Wes
Yep, Saturday was just that. I packed up my stuff and headed over to "the Behrens farm" decked in John Deere, flannel, and jeans. Country music was the order of the day through Dan's new "iPod Hi_Fi", a mini stereo that he got from his uncle. We feated on a magificant ham as well as chicken and Mac n' cheese, along with cheerful conversation about Dan and everyone's future. After dinner, Mr. Behrens decided that we should all have some time to share some stuff about Dan, sentiments bounced around the room akin to stuff you would most likely hear when someone is appresheated at a funeral, but not glummly, but happily. It's a sentiment that I've always had that it's a shame that no one is ever able to attend their own funeral, because most people just don't know how much they mean to the others in their life. I think that this practice the Behren's have introduced to me will carry over into my own parenting. As the night continued, the country gave way to other forms of music, talking gave way to games, skits, and a jello slurping contest. Slowly but steadily The party felt very much like a theme party, which it was, but for a while, it almost seemed natural for everyone to be wearing old timey sort of weird stuff. Then Katie walked in sporting a red hoodie (before changing into flannel) and brought home how odd the scene must have looked. :-P
Later on, there was much guitar playing, talking, and the like. Finally, we all hit the hay at like 1 AM.
Some party, sorry for the short post, more to come
-Wes
Sunday, January 01, 2006
A new rockin' year.
Well, its here, a year that some have awaited restlessly, and a year that others have dreamed into, still others have prayed that it may never come, and the last have prayed that it were to come sooner. This tangle of emotion is all brought to fruition in the one defining moment of 1/1/06 00:00.01 military time. some stand in times square staring up to the sky in hopes of a bright new year, some sit down in their houses with empty bottles by their side, some weep in an empty house, and yet, there are those who stand in Times Square passionately embracing their loved one. somehow, I looked through the screen of our TV at the crowd, and I saw none of these things, I didn't see the divas, the idiots, crazy people, or even the normal people. I saw the grace of God. All that has been given me in the past year. It's all become unbearably real. I was slightly dreaping midnight, knowing that at 12:00.01 I'd be seeing couples all across Times Square osculating. But, as it happened, I wasn't troubled at all. Somehow my finite mind for once was able to look past the here and now and see God's future. Instead of cursing God for my position now, I thank him endlessly for the position he's going to put me in in the future. Without God, we are dust incarnate, we are smoke in a gail, and our amorous affection is just simple squabble without knowing the pure sacred love (PlatonEcheskye) from God. To humanity, God's silence is like death, but on New Years 2006, God roared. God roared like Aslan rising from the stone table. A cry calling us to his side and for us to trust in him; at least for me.
I love this awful beautiful life.
-Wes
I love this awful beautiful life.
-Wes
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