(sigh of relief) I've missed this.
Today, as I was on my way to my pseudo-second job, I passed by the church I attend here at home. There were a lot of cars there ("a lot" meaning 4 or 5, but that's a lot for a small-town church in the afternoon on a Wednesday). As you do in a small town in which everyone knows everything that's happening all the time, I wondered "what on Earth am I missing at the church?"
Then I remembered!
IT'S BLOOD DRIVE DAY!!!!
I love giving blood! Which, apparently is a weird thing to love... but whatever.
Anywho! After I had given blood, I went over to the snack area where my pastor, Joe, was sitting. A few minutes later, a friend came over after he had finished.
So, conversation commenced.
Sooner or later, we'd gotten on the brief, but memorable, subject of "Seasons." That is to say
nothing is permanent and everything is temporary.
Which struck me.
I guess I'd never really stopped to think about it, but it's true. Nothing is permanent.
And yet.
Did you know that we are actually still breathing in the same air Julius Caesar breathed? A little more polluted, I'm sure, but still! As in, the air he exhaled as he uttered his last breath before he died, remnants of that breath are still in the air. Crazy, right? It's like the really broken-down-into-weird-science-stuff that proves words can be permanent.
More about that in another post, though.
My point is that while nothing is permanent and everything is temporary, every breath we take and give out is permanently in the air. Whether through spoken word, or the snoring we do catchin' those Zzz's, or that laugh you let out when something is laugh-out-loud--this-is-what-good-times-are-made-of kind of funny.
Complex, right?
At school, a big huge thing with the acting faculty is finding the equilibrium and then stepping out of it. Finding balance and then knocking yourself out of it, finding a new balance. A give and take, if you will.
Complex, right?
The world is chalk full of dualities and complexities.
Another pretty big one I heard from a super old Billy Graham sermon: God is seeing the big picture of, you know, Humanity. Yet He still takes the time to count every hair on my head. ....I mean as a metaphor... I'm sure He's not actually taking inventory each night. Unless that's His thing, in which case, You do You. Anywho!
Talk about complex.
God cares so much for the Earth and is constantly working big stuff around the Earth.
And Yet.
He knows every single thing about me. He is paving my path. And then when I mes up from human error, He takes the time to take up all of that pavement and lay it down somewhere later down the path. And then He and I repeat that about 40 different times before I get that was the path He wanted me to take.
But I digress.
God works huge shifts in the World every day. Yet He cares so deeply for you that He walks with you through your personal journey. And knows you to personally.
Isn't that beautiful.
We are a complex people brought to Earth by a complex God. We are loved deeply. All of us.
Nothing is permanent, yet that love seems to stick around. Always finding its way in.
Woo!
Mary Taylor
Just 'cause it's Hump Day!
Today, as I was on my way to my pseudo-second job, I passed by the church I attend here at home. There were a lot of cars there ("a lot" meaning 4 or 5, but that's a lot for a small-town church in the afternoon on a Wednesday). As you do in a small town in which everyone knows everything that's happening all the time, I wondered "what on Earth am I missing at the church?"
Then I remembered!
IT'S BLOOD DRIVE DAY!!!!
I love giving blood! Which, apparently is a weird thing to love... but whatever.
Anywho! After I had given blood, I went over to the snack area where my pastor, Joe, was sitting. A few minutes later, a friend came over after he had finished.
So, conversation commenced.
Sooner or later, we'd gotten on the brief, but memorable, subject of "Seasons." That is to say
nothing is permanent and everything is temporary.
Which struck me.
I guess I'd never really stopped to think about it, but it's true. Nothing is permanent.
And yet.
Did you know that we are actually still breathing in the same air Julius Caesar breathed? A little more polluted, I'm sure, but still! As in, the air he exhaled as he uttered his last breath before he died, remnants of that breath are still in the air. Crazy, right? It's like the really broken-down-into-weird-science-stuff that proves words can be permanent.
More about that in another post, though.
My point is that while nothing is permanent and everything is temporary, every breath we take and give out is permanently in the air. Whether through spoken word, or the snoring we do catchin' those Zzz's, or that laugh you let out when something is laugh-out-loud--this-is-what-good-times-are-made-of kind of funny.
Complex, right?
At school, a big huge thing with the acting faculty is finding the equilibrium and then stepping out of it. Finding balance and then knocking yourself out of it, finding a new balance. A give and take, if you will.
Complex, right?
The world is chalk full of dualities and complexities.
Another pretty big one I heard from a super old Billy Graham sermon: God is seeing the big picture of, you know, Humanity. Yet He still takes the time to count every hair on my head. ....I mean as a metaphor... I'm sure He's not actually taking inventory each night. Unless that's His thing, in which case, You do You. Anywho!
Talk about complex.
God cares so much for the Earth and is constantly working big stuff around the Earth.
And Yet.
He knows every single thing about me. He is paving my path. And then when I mes up from human error, He takes the time to take up all of that pavement and lay it down somewhere later down the path. And then He and I repeat that about 40 different times before I get that was the path He wanted me to take.
But I digress.
God works huge shifts in the World every day. Yet He cares so deeply for you that He walks with you through your personal journey. And knows you to personally.
Isn't that beautiful.
We are a complex people brought to Earth by a complex God. We are loved deeply. All of us.
Nothing is permanent, yet that love seems to stick around. Always finding its way in.
Woo!
Mary Taylor
