February 17, 2005 @ 5:56 pm by sean
These weeks, days, hours and minuetes are going by far too quickly.
So last week Ian and I went and ran some errands together, and we had a great time. A time that anyone would have a good time with. You want to have that good time, and I still don’t have a working car, can someone take me to run some errands tomorrow please?
Since Intership Seminar is about our future, it comes up fairly often about our career and our dreams. When asked why people are going to do in life what they plan to do, a common response is, ‘I have these talents and I like to do this, and (they assume) God gave them to me, so I’m going to use them.’ In ‘What color is your parachute’, the author says that one of the missions of life is to use our God given talents in a location we desire to use them.
God definitely gives us our talents, but liking to do something ins’t enough of a justification for me. A desire to do something. A dream. Just because one wants to do something, does that mean God is leading them to do that?
I’ve been told, but not yet convinced, that we are born as sinners. We have a sinful nature. We desire to do sinful things. God gave us abilities, and we ues those abilities to sin. And we sin quite well. And we often enjoy it. Just because God gave someone an ability, is their desire, skill, and enjoyment a gurantee that it is what God wants them to do? If one naturally desires to sin, what makes their other desires any less sinful? Maybe one should look at their desires and then go the complete opposite direction.
I’m not convinced that a desire to do something is reason enough to do it, even if it is ‘good.’
Part of the reason I say this is I have a dream. I want to learn French, move to a small village in southeastern France, live in a small stone house with lots of green property and stone wall fences and sheep and a stream and a bridge over the stream and part of a forrest and a fireplace and limited electricity and lots of books and wine and cooking skills and a wife and a family and an attic and a guest room for weary travelers and wood floors and a cellar and flowers all over inside and a Shakespeare garden outside and stone walkways and a rocking chair, walk to the bakery and food stand every morning, know the names of all the people in the village and be friendly with all of them, maybe own a book store or a bakery or be an author, and drive a Triumph TR2 or a Lotus Elan S4 or a real Austin Mini Cooper, and the annual village festival would be in my fields, and my wife and I would take out either our TR2 or Elan or Mini and drive through the country side and stop and have a picnic in a farmers field under the giant oak tree, and I’d have my big rock by the stream that I would lay on like a lizard and feel it’s warmth, and I would fish in the stream but always through the fish back except when we wanted fish for dinner, and my wife and I would homeschool our children, and I would be an elder in the church, and I might smoke a pipe when I was of proper age, and I would be very wise, and we would have no TV, but maybe a radio, the Internet perhaps, and maybe a typewriter but most things would be written by pen and ink, and we would have no clocks and would get up when the sun came up and stay up hardly any later than when the sun went down because we would just have oil lamps, and we’ll all be able to play instruments and the neighbours and other friends will come over and we’ll play music together instead of watching the television, and people will constantly be stopping by on a whim for tea which will be served consitantly at 11 a.m. and 5 p.m. unless I’ve decided to go visiting some friend which I will do often, and we’ll travel the rest of Europe and stay with friends all over the place and friends from all over the place will come to stay with us, and we will make our own clothes from our sheep wool or buy clothes from someone who has made clothes themself, and we will only buy from local grocers and we’ll get fresh milk from our neighbour just over the hill by the first bridge who will have cows and will also be our source of cheese, and the guy on the other side of town past the large willow tree and around the big rock and next to the daffodil fields will be where we get our eggs, and we’ll get most of our wine from the chap down the road over the 2nd bridge, about ten minute walk past the church with his vineyards on both sides of the road, and because I am horrible at cooking my wife will be an amazing cook, or I will learn how to be a fantastic chef for her if she isn’t an amazing cook, I will love the Lord my God with all my heart.
But here is the problem, people are starving in this world, people are homeless in this world, people are unloved in this world, people are oppressed in this world, people are discriminated against in this world; and my dream does nothing for those people. Why should I pursue this dream, these things that make me happy, in the location I want to be in, that bring me satisfaction, that bring me delight, if they are so selfish? Why should I follow my dream when God has shown me a way to serve Him, His people, and His creation living in a decrepit city in the United States?
The problem with writting a great eulogy for one’s own funeral and having a great idea for what they want to happen after one dies, is they really want to die so it can happen. Even more than I want to die already. To go to heaven of course. Not because this world is horrible and life sucks and I’m tired of living, well, yeah, because of that, but not because of that in a depressing way.
Chapstick is cocaine for the lips.
I don’t watch too many movies, but are there any movies with sex between a married couple?
Brandon found that ‘Sean’ means gift from God. Don’t you forget that.
In the 1790’s, the Chinese wrote a letter to some king in Europe denying the Europeans another trading port in China and he refered to the Europeans as barbaric and having bad hygiene. It’s nice to have a reminder that Europeans/Westerners weren’t always ‘superior’ as the common Western notion thinks of them.