“You think you know me, but you have no idea.”
perhaps you’ve seen it, maybe a variation like “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” or “You don’t know the half of it.”
what about after you’ve finished reading their blog? can you judge the book now?
Archive for August, 2006
Man was neither made for novelty nor routine.
Going to work and sitting around in an office is not what I was made to do. It is downright boring. I don’t even have pencils to sharpen, just a chair to twirl around in.
You know, I really believe there will be no boredom in the Future Kingdom. There will only be lasting excitement. We do not have a novel God, he is not “cool” today and lame tommorow. His perpetual excellence, will always be fresh and it will be enough to feed our imaginations for the rest of eternity. And standing in the presence of God will never become something we get used to, because the reaction of a finite being to an infinite being calls for an endless and ever changing response. Finitude must sprint to keep up with Infinitude and it just can’t.
that’s a comfort to me.
a quick update. Not much is new. I am interning at a web design company named Varien in Palms which basically takes up all my time. Usually after I come home, I eat a quick dinner, try to go play basketball and when that’s over, I read or study the Scriptures. And then I sleep. It’s weird when your days are so short.
I’ve been reading/listening to a lot of C.S. Lewis as of late. It’s refreshing to hear something academic addressed indirectly through allegory.
My cousin Jenny is getting married in another week! holy cow!
“What makes you angry will often reveal where your idols lie.” -R.Holland
an excerpt from one of the greatest chapters I have ever read.
Published August 3, 2006 Uncategorized Leave a Comment“…There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else…
…You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it – tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died way just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest – if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself – you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say ‘Here at last is the thing I was made for.’ We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all…
…the day is coming when you will wake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it, or else, that it was within your reach and you have lost it forever.”
- C.S. Lewis ‘Problem of Pain’
