I told my 10th grade group that they should write even the small stuff (in their journals).
Elijah looked for God on the mountaintop.
God was not in the roaring wind.
God was not in the raging rain.
God wasn’t in the thunder.
God was in the quiet of the evening.
Just like at Little Hole, or Flaming Gorge Overlook, or Sheep Creek Canyon.
Ah Nee Mah
The Holy Spirit doesn't need to shout.
10/30/2004
10/29/2004
Creed
There was an old radio show..."This, I believe." Don't remember hearing it, read about it in some of Walker Percy's works.
My creed, our creed, is what we believe. Set down in writing like someone's long ago sonnet. Not a sonnet of love to wife or spouse, but a statement of love to the one that is the reason for all love.
Apostles' Creed.
Nicene Creed.
Slightly different, but mostly the same...rearrange words but the beliefs are the same and the credo is our ism.
What am I?
Exactly what me creed says I am.
My creed, our creed, is what we believe. Set down in writing like someone's long ago sonnet. Not a sonnet of love to wife or spouse, but a statement of love to the one that is the reason for all love.
Apostles' Creed.
Nicene Creed.
Slightly different, but mostly the same...rearrange words but the beliefs are the same and the credo is our ism.
What am I?
Exactly what me creed says I am.
10/26/2004
Capital Punishment
There have been times when I said I would volunteer to pull the switch. There were some people that I thought were a waste of good air.
I have seen many good people die. I wondered why someone that is so good, so full of goodness, so loved by others, could die so quickly, so violently, so unnecessarily, and at the same time, see walking around people who are so evil, so full of terror and hate.
The switch has become my feelings about capital punishment. I see little reason for continuing the practice. My change has not come so much from feelings for the criminal, but for the families of the victims. To see good people who are in so much obvious grief, cry for the death of another, as if that will bring relief. I don't want to see a good family asking for the death of anyone. If the option is not there, they will not beg for relief by dinging their souls.
I don't know what I would hope for if it was my family that was injured. Make me put on my seatbelt and spare me from hurting myself more. Tell me that I need to grieve in my own heart and my own way. Let some other take up the ax of punishment. Tell me to look for answers that will bring me peace.
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace"
I have seen many good people die. I wondered why someone that is so good, so full of goodness, so loved by others, could die so quickly, so violently, so unnecessarily, and at the same time, see walking around people who are so evil, so full of terror and hate.
The switch has become my feelings about capital punishment. I see little reason for continuing the practice. My change has not come so much from feelings for the criminal, but for the families of the victims. To see good people who are in so much obvious grief, cry for the death of another, as if that will bring relief. I don't want to see a good family asking for the death of anyone. If the option is not there, they will not beg for relief by dinging their souls.
I don't know what I would hope for if it was my family that was injured. Make me put on my seatbelt and spare me from hurting myself more. Tell me that I need to grieve in my own heart and my own way. Let some other take up the ax of punishment. Tell me to look for answers that will bring me peace.
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace"
Huckleberry Finn
Huck, Jim and me. Each of us journeyed down the river. Each of us found adventure. Each of us found a new place. Each of us found ourselves.
2004 by Ancil3
2004 by Ancil3
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