December 2010
25 posts
and he cried for Jesus.
my son and i have been doing alot of talking about Jesus lately as we move closer and closer to celebrating the day of His birth. being four, my son is so excited for Saturday, though truth be told, i suspect that has more to do with Santa than with Jesus. in due time… in due time. but tonight, he gingerly fingered a small wooden cross at bedtime and we talked about Jesus, and I explained why the cross is seen as a representation of Jesus, because Jesus died on the cross.
and with great sadness and shock and honest to goodness tears, he said, “Jesus died?”
and he cried.
“Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.’”
—Erich Fromm
Blessings.
Flight delays. Lost bags. Arrived in completely different airport than scheduled for. But… had a great seatmate for second flight; it’s downright balmy here at midnight in Florida; and I’m about to see Becca in 10 minutes. Life is good.
“we’ll live out of our old van
travel all across this land
me and you…” —
travel all across this land
me and you…” —
“Most people aren’t really happy, but they aren’t unhappy enough to do any thing about it. That’s a dangerous place to be.”
—Anthony Robbins.
“i guess we’re all one phone call from our knees….”
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“Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay”. And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught. And let your best be for your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. ~ Khalil Gibran”
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Track 18
an alright song.
