April 26, 2005 @ 10:52 pm by sean
The problem with being really tired is that those silly, up-lifting, warm hearted forwards make one teary-eyed really easily.
Though I got this from one: don’t just tell God how big the storm is, tell the storm how big your God is.
Both the Canadian flag and the pole are gone. That makes me the opposite of really really happy.
Somehow I completely missed Aaron Weiss playing the accordian. What else could I have been looking at or listening to that I would have missed that?
Everything is still normal and it doesn’t seem like the year will be over in 3 very short days. I wish some things weren’t as normal as some things are. Even though I’ll still be a vis. comm. junior next year, I’ll be a real 90+ credit, 4th year senior. Where did the years go?
In a discussion a while ago, Ryan said that maybe when miracles happen, they are small beams of the real world shinning through the blanket of sin that covers the Earth. I’m pretty sure that’s true.
I so dearly miss most things home, but I’m not ready for this to end.
Brian and Bryan asked this question at the breakfast tonight, and I think it is an important question that we should all ask of ourselves: how many 5 year olds could you beat up at one time?
1 Peter 4:6 – For the gospel has for this purpose been preached even to those who are dead, that though they are judged in the flesh as men, the may live in the spirit according to the will of God.
Isn’t that kind of like purgatory? The Catholic dictionary defines it as ‘in which souls who depart this life in the grace of God suffer for a time, because they still need to be cleansed from venial sins, or have still to pay the temporal punishment due to mortal sins, the guilt and the eternal punishment of which have been remitted.’ So they’ve been judged in the flesh as men, and then preached the gospel in purgatory so they may live in the spirit according to the will of God.
So I was looking on the Catholic Dictionary website and saw this
‘Find purgatory(link). Can’t find purgatory? Your relevant result is a click away.’
I think I want to be a fly-fisherman. I’d throw ’em back of course. In my waders in the anxious rocky creek in the woods of BC whipping my fishing pole around waiting for the salmon to take a bite. It’ll be shortly beforenoon, in the 10’s (celcius) so I’ll need my flannel on, and my sweet fishin’ cap. Just me. It’ll be a sunny day, but hazey, like Thomas Kinkade, but not stupid like him. White whispy clouds. Big green deciduous trees. Two deer taking a sip of the fresh water. A little crayfish crawlin’ by my feet. Birds singing to me in the tall grass right by the bank. No traffic sounds. No airplane sounds. Just the voices of the forrest full of colloquy. No people for miles. The creek is about 8 meters across and one and a half feet deep where I’m standing. Lots of skipable rocks. And a frog over there on the left in the water under the grass by that pink-ish rock sticking mostly out of the water by the deer path. I think that’s a turtle up stream a little on the right bank, but it might just be a log. The water is kind of chilly, but quite refreshing in late summer. Best drinking water in the world. It’s a good thing one doesn’t fly-fish with worms, ’cause I hate putting ’em on the hook.
I wanna do better
I wanna try harder
I wanna believe, dooooown to the letter
Jesus and Mary
Can you carrry us
Across this ocean
Into the arms of forgiveness
I don’t mean to laugh out loud
I’m trying to come clean
Tryin’ to shed my doubt
Maybe I should just keep my big mouth shut