"The minutes passed and Amory sat there very quietly.  He regretted the rule that would forbid freshmen to be outdoors after curfew, for he wanted to ramble through the shadowy scented lanes, where Witherspoon brooded like a dark mother over Whig and Clio, her Attic children; where the black Gothic snake of Little curled down to Cuyler and Patton, ( Read more... )

Yesterday, a girl's younger sister (aged 8 or so) joined us for Bible study, because she had nowhere else to go.  During our discussion on love and 1 Corinthians 13, she raised her hand and innocently asked, "What does adultery mean?"  I hope she didn't see the panic on my face.

My gastroenterologist, wrapping up my appointment: "Bye!  Say hi to your mom and dad for me!"

While I was running today, a cute girl kicking a soccer ball in her front yard paused to cheer me on.  "Keep running, keep running!  If you keep going, you could win a marathon!!!"  Her two mates giggled and jumped up and down excitedly.  I didn't have the heart (or breath) to tell them that I couldn't run a marathon in my wildest dreams haha.

"For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain."

Last night, I dreamt that one of my friends turned into a homicidal maniac, took us hostage on a bus, and began shooting people.  As the carnage unfolded, I felt fear - and shame that I was fearful.

This afternoon, a non-Christian friend asked about the Christian conception of heaven.  I tried to ( Read more... )

During a lively debate between me and my dad ( Read more... )

There seems to be a lot of talk these days about Tebow and how polarizing he is - whether it comes to questioning his talents on the field or commenting/mocking his overt displays of faith.  I'm not a huge fan of "Tebowing" - but then again, I'm also a coward when it comes to expressing faith in a public sphere.  When does one cross from an act of ( Read more... )

For a time, I thought I had maybe retreated to being an introvert, because social gatherings were starting to really tire me out.  But after two months of suburban living with my parents - nope, I'm still an extrovert.  My introverted mom has told me repeatedly that my chatter stresses her out, and could I just please stop talking.  Family: the ( Read more... )

When I reach the Dupont Circle north station entrance at exactly 5pm, neither friend is there.  Aside from a flower vendor selling monstrously huge bouquets and a man (late 30s/early 40s?) eyeing me behind his sunglasses, everybody is hustling, moving to their next destination.  I reach for The Weight of Glory in my bag to pass the time.  As I ( Read more... )

"For myself I find that if, during a moment of intense aesthetic rapture, one tries to turn round and catch by introspection what one is actually feeling, one can never lay one's hand on anything but a physical sensation.  In my case it is a kind of kick or flutter in the diaphragm.  But the important thing is this: I find that this kick or flutter ( Read more... )