September 2011
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Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Fish
August 2011
28 posts
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Fascinating
to see the similarities between Socrates’ ideas on death and truth-perception and those of Paul. Maybe I’m just drawing parallels where there are none, but it seems pretty clear that Paul was familiar with Socrates’ thoughts. Interesting to see how close Socrates was to Divine Truth; what he would have called “Truth Itself”. He just couldn’t make the leap...
“When his vessel is on its beam-ends, and no human deliverance can avail, he must...”
– Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
“Under the most happy circumstances thou canst not give light for another hour...”
– Spurgeon
“Though thou slay me I will trust,
praise thee even from the dust,
Prove, and tell it as I prove,
thine unutterable love.
Thou mayest chasten and correct,
but thou never canst neglect;
since the ransom price is paid,
on thy love my hope is stay’d.”
-Spurgeon
Dear Body,
Remember when I made you think I was going to let you catch up on sleep?
That was a funny joke, wasn’t it?
Please don’t be mad at me.
Love,
Tom
“When we get paid next week, and its like $500, we’re gonna be like, Hell...”
– Leo
Interesting.
After a certain point of fatigue, my mind starts referring to itself in plural pronouns.
Note to my future self:
If you ever get a chance to preach a sermon series (I hope you do!)
Preach through the letters to Timothy. So much wonderfulness contained therein.
“Our working hypothesis is that one day, there was no life on earth; and the next day, there was.”
“All life comes from other life. All life is cellular. Cells produce cells. This is where life comes from.”
Yup. Two entirely mutually exclusive statements from my Bio prof, in the same lecture.
“To hear Christ’s voice as the sure voice of God in the soul will save us;...”
– Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
“I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices cried out in...”
– My mother, quoting Obi-Wan Kenobi in response to Steve Jobs’ resignation.
“The sword that has been forged against us is already blunted; the instruments of...”
– Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
“Only if your God can say things that outrage you and make you struggle (as in a...”
– Timothy Keller, The Reason for God
“My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise...”
– Psalm 63. Sweet Psalm for meditating on in the “watches of the night”, as it were.
Decided
I really like the graveyard/crackhead shift. It’s (mostly) quiet, and when something happens its interesting.
I wonder how I’ll feel when I’m trying to stay awake for church in the morning.
Jamming
to Foster the People, relaxing in the AC. Finally got my room about 99% set up. Playin’ disc golf this afternoon, and working the crackhead shift on the desk tonight.
Life ain’t bad.
“The artist is a servant of the glory who is wounded by transcendence and...”
– Timothy Stoner
“Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him! How I’ve proved him o’er and...”
– Old Hymn
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Epiphany:
He listens to terribly obscure bands that no one has ever heard of.
He name-drops magnificently obscure people, expecting others to know who they are.
He wore thick, square glasses before they were cool.
He eats in tiny restaurants that no one has ever heard of.
He drinks obscure micro-brew beers.
He is a coffee snob, and he enjoyed Catcher in the Rye.
No, ladies and gents. This is not the...
Fruitful Labor
Passage: II Corinthians 4. Read it.
I take passages out of context all the time. Far too often. For some reason, I never got the main point of what Paul is talking about in 2 Corinthians chapter 4, because there are really a lot of encouraging gems of verses that I just sort of skim the chapter for.
For example:
“We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven...
“He [God] is neither Catholic nor evangelical, charismatic nor Reformed. He...”
– Timothy Stoner
“That’s why getting it right about Jesus matters—He is the whole...”
– Timothy Stoner, The God Who Smokes
Dad: “I think I can see my breath! Is it really that cold out here?”
Me: “Dad… That’s not your breath… we’re smoking our pipes.”
