Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Music: Jason Mraz - You and I both
Mood: wondering....

...about many things, like:

*where did my pop up blocker go?
*what does the song Pride (in the name of love) by U2 mean?
*is there anything that we can be prideful of? except Christ, of course yet even then, its not anything of ourselves.
*does that song mean that Bono understands depravity?
*do i?
*why people look so different from the side compared to how they look straight forward (sorry, i was pretty distracted today in calculus when i talked face to face with a girl who i had only seen from the side all semester. i must have looked pretty confused...do they really expect me to pay attention and try to learn conics when much more important things are to be pondered...who needs conics?? not nurses, not mothers, not me!)
*am i going to get into nursing school?
*am i going to get married ever?
*why can't it be tomorrow? (im so horribly impatient...)
*when am i going to move out of here? i think a roommate deleted the pop-up blocker....>:\
*why has God chosen that so many times when my sister is entrusted with things of high value (like a car), something bad happens to it, and rarely with me?
*why God has given us thoughts...such capability and yet minds are so defiled...such things can go on in our heads without anyone knowing...its so easy to hide our sins from men..."For the word of God [is] quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and [is] a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart." Hebrews 4:12
*i wonder other things too, and if they will ever surface or just be a memory...

Sunday, May 02, 2004

" 'Here a crowd sport themselves with I know not what.' Alas! amusement reigns man's great demand! to trifle is to live! - Is it a trifle to die? Alas, how often professed diversions present us with a shroud, and talk of death! how often are tombs ransacked, and sleeping heros, for pastime, to contemn an awful God! twice on a day to feel the earthquake, and attend a ball! Have men their hours all numbered, all in charge, to rust in sloth, to waste in luxury, or to sport in play! - to waste in the stews, where order, ties, relations, laws are made the droll's laugh; and broke for lustful modes of sin! or where the drunken club, like herds of swine, sit wallowing near the bowl, and talk grunting o'er their troughs! or where the thoughtless fops keep their stainful plays; their games profane; their wanton balls; their night masquerades, their jubilees of hell! Where, where is that avarice of time, which death should inspire, as to think on God, steal a few precious moments, from the black, broad waste of murdered time! My soul, let me never forgive thee, the loss inestimable of my twelve first years of life. 'Here a sorrow fellow, with his pipe, decoys the youth after him.' Lord, how often how obstinately do we refuse to be charmed by thy gospel-invitations, though thou charm never so wisely! but if Satan, with the most empty temptation, if a false teacher, a puppet-shewer, or a stage player, with any novelty, call us; how do we crowd after them!"
~John Brown of Haddington, A Christian Journal