fire and hail, fruit trees, and all cedars

point me at the sea

2012-01-22T02:24:00.000-05:00

[Tired Pony, "Point Me at Lost Islands"]

This song reminds me that I'm in Alaska. It's an arctic song.

blame it on the satellite that beams me home

2012-01-08T22:49:00.002-05:00

[Gillian Welch covering Radiohead, "Black Star"]

blame it on a black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite that beams me home

they are the cutest in the world. period.

2012-01-03T10:23:00.003-05:00

Oh my gosh. I miss them so much. They are the cutest.

and it wasn't milk or honey, but then neither is this

2011-12-29T23:31:00.001-05:00

["Painting Pictures of Egypt" by Sara Groves]

official hot cocoa taster

2011-12-27T21:54:00.002-05:00

This is serious stuff.

Lydia's Threads

2011-12-21T11:20:00.000-05:00

Still Christmas shopping? Consider Lydia's Threads!

www.lydiasthreads.com

Hear her story at Drew & Rachel's blog!

i'm only sorry that it took so long to figure out

2011-12-16T14:42:00.000-05:00

This has to be one of the most hauntingly beautiful songs I've ever heard.

["Evening Kitchen," Band of Horses]

when your heart is hemorrhaging

2011-12-12T18:51:00.000-05:00

"You have to have no answers and also be in joy. You have to be ready to dance when your heart is hemorrhaging; and you have to be ready to sing a dirge when things -- for ONCE! -- are going okay for you, and every last one of your friends is in crisis. To hold the tension between the light and the darkness; pain and joy; life that we love so much and the fact that we all must die is the intersection of the cross."

[Heather King, "Spirituality: 'We played the flute for you, and you did not dance...."]

zombies and questions, or a look back on 2011

2011-12-08T19:19:00.001-05:00

When I moved to Annapolis, I didn't have any friends, except my brother and sister-in-law, and I had many questions about the Christian faith, specifically, how it plays out in church: "Has the Church failed mankind, or has mankind failed the Church?" wrote T.S. Eliot. I admit that much of my thought is consumed by religious questions -- often to the point of tears, exhaustion, and anxiety. I think about these questions too much. To me they are a matter of life and death, so how can I not ask, in the words of Russell Kirk, "terrifying questions"? I cannot not ask these questions.

So Stephen told me about an RCIA class at his church. I met with the RCIA director and told her of my questions and concerns. Tears galore. She made the sign of the cross on my forehead, hugged me, and told me not to be afraid. I was met with much grace. She assigned me a Catholic sponsor in the beginning of September. My sponsor had plans to become a nun when she was around my age, but she never completed her vows and felt called in another direction. We meet for dinner almost weekly, and she has become a sort of mentor and counselor to me. She listens, counsels, advises, and gives her opinion, which I often disagree with, actually. But she's there, present, and cares.

On September 13th, I started my first RCIA class. I was in a fragile state: I had just moved to a city where mutts are never seen (pure-bred dogs only, please) and where Target has a parking garage (a very foreign concept to me). No teaching job. A messy break-up. Unprocessed experiences from my year in Alaska. Physical problems (which after several blood tests and doctor appointments has turned out to be a diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis).

But on September 13th, I met seven very interesting people who were completely different than me. In my RCIA class, diversity of experiences, backgrounds, and beliefs came together to form a small little community. In this community, I met: a Jewish man who had been attending mass for ten years with his Catholic wife and who finally wanted to learn about becoming a Christian; a Mormon woman who is marrying a Catholic man (who, after beginning these classes, has found out that there is so much more to faith and her relationship with God); an evangelical couple who are recovering alcoholics and feel as much anxiety over church questions as I do; a woman who was non-religious, had just finished chemotherapy for breast cancer (her hair is growing back now), and was feeling "a little lost" until her sister-in-law invited her to church; a man who is dating a devout Catholic, is frustrated with southern fire-and-brimstone preaching, and looking for something deeper; and finally, a Russian woman who was raised as an atheist in the Soviet era and is married to a Catholic man.

Such a diverse group we are, and I love the discussions we have in RCIA. Everyone has their own experiences, fears, and longings. Nobody is judged for what they know, don't know, believe, or don't believe.

One time after mass, the Jewish guy in my RCIA class told me about this scene in a Woody Allen movie, and for some reason I found it really comforting. "I don't know know why there were Nazis. I don't even know how the can opener works!"

But RCIA has its stresses. It leads to more questions. For some it provides answers. For me it just makes me ask more questions. Sometimes I feel like I am the most conservative Christian in the group. Sometimes I wonder if what I just heard was total heresy. Sometimes I want to throw in the towel. Sometimes I'm amazed at the beauty and complexity of God's Kingdom. Sometimes I leave in tears, wondering why God wasn't a little more clear when He established His church. This past Tuesday was rough, but the married couple in my class hugged me and told me that everything was going to be okay.

I talk a lot to the mom of the family I nanny for. She and her family are Unitarian Universalists, and we have good conversations about faith and spirituality. She is a questioner too. She's said on numerous occasions, "Meredith, you would just fit in so well at our church with your questions... except that you'd totally be freaked out," which makes me smile when I think about that. I have questions, but I think what underlines my questions is the belief that there is an objective truth out there, and I have to get it. I don't think I'll find objective truth in the Unitarian Universalist church.

These questions can be very isolating. When I visit the Presbyterian church, no one seems to be concerned about the lack of unity in the Christian world. When Jesus prayed "that all of them may be one," was He just thinking wishfully? I hope not.

My friend Autumn and I talk about these questions. We met at the Orthodox church back home a couple of years ago, and she has been such a support me in my questions. She shares in them. She bears these questions as well. She is torn between Catholicism and Orthodoxy and her love for her Protestant upbringing. These questions are painful to bear. I say "bear" because these questions are a burden.

So sometimes I take a break. Yesterday was a feast day in the Catholic church, and I did not go to mass. I couldn't. Some days I just can't deal with my questions. And instead, I watched "The Walking Dead." And yes, it's about zombies. And no, I don't (normally) like zombie stuff. But sometimes I have to think about something that is just completely out of the realm of religious questions, and zombies seems like a pretty good fit. Although, the zombies do make me question... What is a soul? Can a human be human without a soul? Why does mankind want to survive? For what purpose do we want to survive? So, I guess I can't escape questions...even in post-apocalyptic zombie TV shows.

I know that a person's twenties is considered to be a "time of questioning." I think that's silly. People should be questioning throughout their lives, don't you think? Of course, they should arrive at answers and find peace in them, but a person shouldn't stop.

This year has been crazy. Absolutely crazy. I'm glad it's coming to an end to be honest. New beginnings in Alaska for me. I am going to be teaching 8th grade Language Arts in Barrow, Alaska, in January. I'm excited, but I'm also scared out of my mind. Barrow is the northernmost town in the U.S. Freakin' cold. I'm going to get a parka that's made for Antarctica expeditions. There are a lot of unknowns in moving to Barrow, but I think it's worth it. I'm working on my St. John's application, and I hope to work towards my master's at the Annapolis campus in the summers. That place is full of fellow questioners. I'm excited to meet them.

Ever since reading Russell Kirk's Eliot and His Age, I've been thinking about Eliot and his questions. He was a questioner. A tormented one, who found peace eventually in the Christian faith. That's the good news. The happy ending. Lately, I've been reading T.S. Eliot's "Choruses from 'The Rock'" over and over. I can't seem to get enough of that poem. If you haven't read it, check it out here.

There is a line that I like:

"And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent godless people:
Their only monument the asphalt road
And a thousand lost golf balls.'"

I don't want to be a decent godless person. I want something more. Truth, authenticity, and commitment.

And another section:

"Then it seemed as if men must proceed from light to light,
in the light of the word,
Through the Passion and Sacrifice saved in spite of their negative being;
Bestial as always before, carnal, self-seeking as always before,
selfish and purblind as ever before,
Yet always struggling, always reaffirming,
always resuming their march on the way that was lit by the light;
Often halting, loitering, straying, delaying, returning, yet following no other way."

I am often halting, loitering, straying, delaying, returning. I can't follow any other way, even though sometimes I am tempted to. When I doubt, I am reminded of when Jesus said to the twelve disciples, "Do you want to go away as well?" And, Peter said, "Lord, to whom shall we go?"

There isn't any other way to go, even if I have questions.

art museum & Jewish film festival

2011-12-04T11:30:00.001-05:00

Yesterday Lindsay, the nasty one, and I went to D.C. to the Smithsonian American Art Museum. We had so much fun goofing off, listening to awkward conversations by couples on first dates, writing questionable comments in the museum guest book, and making fun of some of the stupid art. The painting you see above was my favorite. It is "Land Origin" by Lou Stovall, an artist from Athens, Georgia. Isn't it beautiful?

Then we went to dinner at some Asian restaurant (yum) and headed over to D.C.'s Jewish Community Center for the 22nd Washington Jewish Film Festival. We saw the documentary "The Rescuers," which was profoundly moving and inspiring. "The Rescuers" features Stephanie Nyombayire, a Rwandan girl who is my age. Stephanie lost 100 members of her family to the genocide in Rwanda. Her aunt, uncle, and their six children were buried alive together. Stephanie now works as an anti-genocide activist. In this documentary, she pairs up with Sir Martin Gilbert, a British Jewish historian. Together they go all over the world to learn about the numerous diplomats who rescued thousands of Jewish people from the Nazis. This documentary is about the power that diplomats have in saving lives. The most exciting thing about this film festival was that Stephanie was there to lead a discussion after the film. She is such a strong person, and I admire her so much. Here is the trailer of the documentary:

Christmas is Happening

2011-12-02T12:29:00.001-05:00

Some friends of friends of a friend started this Advent art & music project. So good!

www.christmasishappening.com

any deliberate leap into chaos, small or large, with an intent to make order, matters.

2011-11-29T05:37:00.001-05:00

Every year we call it down upon ourselves,
the chaos of the day before the occasion,
the morning before the meal. Outdoors,
the men cut wood, fueling appetite
in the gray air, as Nana, Arlene, Mary,
Robin—whatever women we amount to—
turn loose from their wrappers the raw,
unmade ingredients. A flour sack leaks,
potatoes wobble down counter tops
tracking dirt like kids, blue hubbard erupts
into shards and sticky pulp when it's whacked
with the big knife, cranberries leap away
rather than be halved. And the bird, poor
blue thing—only we see it in its dead skin—
gives up for good the long, obscene neck, the gizzard,
the liver quivering in my hand, the heart.

So what? What of it? Besides the laughter,
I mean, or the steam that shades the windows
so that the youngest sons must come inside
to see how the smells look. Besides
the piled wood closing over the porch windows,
the pipes the men fill, the beers
they crack, waiting in front of the game.

Any deliberate leap into chaos, small or large,
with an intent to make order, matters. That's what.
A whole day has passed between the first apple
cored for pie, and the last glass polished
and set down. This is a feast we know how to make,
a Day of Feast, a day of thanksgiving
for all we have and all we are and whatever
we've learned to do with it: Dear God, we thank you
for your gifts in this kitchen, the fire,
the food, the wine. That we are together here.
Bless the world that swirls outside these windows—
a room full of gifts seeming raw and disordered,
a great room in which the stoves are cold,
the food scattered, the children locked forever
outside dark windows. Dear God, grant
to the makers and keepers power to save it all.

["Thanksgiving" by Linda McCarriston]
[Hat Tip: The Writer's Almanac]

These ones.

2011-11-26T17:19:00.001-05:00

I love 'em.

precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints (Ps. 116:15)

2011-11-23T06:21:00.001-05:00

RUTHERFORD, ELMO LUCILLE ADAMS - age 102, of LaFollette passed away Monday, November 21, 2011. A member of East LaFollette Baptist Church. Preceded in death by husband, Mose D. Rutherford; son, Wayne Rutherford; daughter-in-law, Margie; grandsons, Nathan & Scott Rutherford; parents, Lynn & Carrie Prater Adams; sister, Grace Bowman; brother, Samuel Adams. Survivors: daughters: Carrie & Greg Green, Ringgold, GA, Minnie Sue & Wyndall Simmon, Crockern, GA, Judy & Tim Phagan, Winston Salem, NC, Julia Darlene Banister, Somonauk, Ill; sons: Lynn & Louise Rutherford, LaFollette, Dennis & Mickey Rutherford, Dayton, OH; 24 grandchildren; 43 great-grandchildren; 24 great-great-grandchildren; sister: Naomi Creekmore, Jellico. Services 2:00 p.m. Wednesday East LaFollette Baptist Church, Rev. Dennis Rutherford, Rev. Greg Chandler and Rev. Paul D. Banister officiating. Interment Bakers Forge Cemetery. Family will receive friends 6:00 to 8:00 PM Tuesday at Cross-Smith Funeral Home, LaFollette.

Nanny being baptized at the age of 98.

On the day of her baptism, Nanny wouldn't let us get up from our seats to let her sit down, so she sat down on the steps. She always put others before herself.

Nanny at 101 with my niece when she was a few months old.

Hands.

Nanny playing with my kitten a few years ago. Nanny herself had a poodle named Tom and a Havanese dog named Harvey.

Me, Carrie, and Nanny in January.

I will miss Nanny so much. She is an amazing person, and she is more alive now than ever.

beyond my wants, beyond my fears

2011-11-20T21:23:00.001-05:00

Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants
beyond my fears
from death into life.

datta. dayadhvam. damyata.

2011-11-19T07:47:00.001-05:00

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Give. Sympathize. Control.

really an adult

2011-11-18T06:48:00.001-05:00

I suppose it means you're really an adult when you add an electric toothbrush to your Christmas list.

taize prayer

2011-11-13T21:06:00.001-05:00

The Lord is my light and my salvation

In him I trust

danch with me

2011-11-11T17:26:00.001-05:00

I nanny for a family. The other day the two-year-old and I were listening to this song, and then he looked up at me and said, "Danch with me."

So we danced to this in the kitchen.

tired of things that break

2011-11-06T21:00:00.002-05:00

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

- e. e. cummings

a collection of starlings

2011-11-04T12:20:00.002-04:00

Hat Tip: Tim Rhodes

do I get a medal for surviving this long?

2011-10-28T18:21:00.003-04:00

"Game Called Life" by the Leftover Cuties

hiking

2011-10-23T20:42:00.002-04:00

screw your courage to the sticking-place

2011-10-19T20:46:00.003-04:00

"How may a man be born again and a blasted land made to bloom anew? Why, screw your courage to the sticking-place: dare to ask terrifying questions, and you may be answered." - Russell Kirk, from Eliot & His Age: T.S. Eliot's Moral Imagination in the Twentieth Century

camping in the Shenadoah National Park

2011-10-17T21:12:00.001-04:00

bacon & coffee.

Camp tea is the best tea of all tea. (I know...my hat is goofy.)

Photos by the amazing Heather Boerum.

Russian equivalent to "the grass is always greener on the other side"

2011-10-14T10:10:00.003-04:00

"Хорошо там где нас нет."

English translation: "It is better where we are not."

send your angels down

2011-10-12T20:02:00.001-04:00

[Gillian Welch, "Caleb Meyer"]

辛苦中有幸福

2011-10-10T22:15:00.001-04:00

辛苦中有幸福

happiness in the midst of difficulty

Hat Tip: Rachel

everyone runs.

2011-10-06T19:16:00.004-04:00

Everyone runs in Annapolis. Nothing seems more unnatural than running (unless someone is chasing you). I don't think cavemen went out for a 5K run each day.

i'm a very lucky girl

2011-10-02T21:15:00.000-04:00

["On a Roll" by Over the Rhine]

This oyster is my world

My oyster’s got a pearl

This ain’t no dress rehearsal

I’m a very lucky girl

I’m on a roll

who knows

2011-10-01T10:38:00.000-04:00

The whole world is opened up to me, and where shall I go?

Back to Alaska?

Stay in Maryland and make a new life for myself here? Start grad school at St. John's College?

Go back to home to Tennessee?

Of course, finding a job determines which path I will take. Who knows what will happen? Only God. I don't want to keep moving around... That was never my intention, but sometimes life plays tricks on you and you end up on a path you never anticipated...

patient acceptance of whatever happens

2011-09-29T21:09:00.002-04:00

If you wish to remember God unceasingly, do not reject as undeserved what happens to you, but patiently accept it as your due. For patient acceptance of whatever happens kindles the remembrance of God, whereas refusal to accept weakens the spiritual purpose of the heart and so makes it forgetful.

~Saint Mark the Ascetic, “No Righteousness by Works” # 134, The Philokalia, Vol. 1

rejoice

2011-09-28T22:31:00.001-04:00

"Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice." - Philippians 4:4

He took me...for this I will praise You

2011-09-27T22:05:00.001-04:00

"I love you, O LORD, my strength.
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold...
He sent from on high, he took me;
he drew me out of many waters.
He rescued me from my strong enemey and from those who hated me,
for they were too mighty for me.
They confronted me in the day of my calamity,
but the LORD was my support.
He brought me out into a broad place;
he rescued me, because he delighted in me...
For it is you who light my lamp;
the LORD my God lightens my darkness...
by my God I can leap over a wall.
This God--his way is perfect,
the word of the LORD proves true;
he is a shield for all those who take refuge in him....
your gentleness made me great...
The LORD lives, and blessed be my rock,
and exalted be the God of my salvation...
For this I will praise you, O LORD, among the nations
and sing to your name..."

[from Psalm 18]

pantywaist quitter

2011-09-25T20:10:00.003-04:00

This made me laugh. I love my friend Laura. Her latest status states the synonyms of coward:

"craven, poltroon, dastard, recreant, milksop, wheyface, mollycoddle, milquetoast, baby, shirker, deserter, weakling, panicmonger, alarmist, pessimist, malingerer, chicken, wimp, sissy, punk, lily-liver, scaredy-cat, chicken-heart, fraidy-cat, yellow-belly, jellyfish, pantywaist, nervous Nellie, quitter"

it frees YOU

2011-09-25T08:40:00.002-04:00

"Forgiveness doesn't make the other person right: it frees you."

I think I hear angels in my ears like marbles being thrown against a mirror

2011-09-24T09:39:00.001-04:00

[The Mountain Goats, "Wild Sage"]

Sometimes I try to imagine life without the Mountain Goats (the band, not the animal), and I can never seem to do it...

of fickle faith, cynics that seethe, how their children are cursed, cursed to believe

2011-09-23T09:36:00.000-04:00

Lover of things,
won't you agree
how the winter could bring
the darkest spring?
With hell on your face,
dirt on the walls
in the back of the place,
you grew and complained.
Father of three,
won't you believe,
that the ones in between,
the ones that are blamed.
Of fickle faith,
cynics that seethe,
how their children are cursed,
cursed to believe.
It's like marrow without bone.
To live in a house with no home.
Where the son is the darkest seed.
He crawls with the curs in the weeds.
Where had you been son?
Not in the street, not in the yard.
Only once, I'll call off the dogs, if you call off your guard.
Where had you gone?
Where had you been?

on the heel that has crushed it

2011-09-23T09:20:00.002-04:00

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." - Mark Twain

gonna get along without you now

2011-09-21T19:43:00.003-04:00

[She & Him, "Gonna Get Along Without You Now"]

where only those embracing coldness go

2011-09-20T23:13:00.002-04:00

This is so beautiful. Does anyone know its name?

It reminds me of the line in the Great Lake Swimmers' song "Pulling on a Line":

The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,
Where only those embracing coldness go
It whistles and it whispers, and sometimes it howls,
It sings to me sweetly from the trees and in vowels...

sadness is a blessing

2011-09-18T20:56:00.003-04:00

["Sadness Is a Blessing" by Lykke Li]

be messy. cry lots.

2011-09-16T21:41:00.001-04:00

Please let yourself be broken before the Lord. "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." I know this firsthand....The point is that after some time away from the Lord I had this moment when I snapped. I completely fell apart. It was awesome because I had to say "I can't fix this". I could not fix me and my looming depression. I couldn't fix him... All I could do was fall at the foot of the cross, and the Lord met me there. Our God had a heart for the hurting. Oh, and before you go beating yourself up for what you should and shouldn't have done know that he came for the messy, sick people. Be messy. Cry lots.

- advice from my good friend

there were scars before my scars

2011-09-16T09:05:00.002-04:00

[JJ Heller, "Control"]

in a son of man

2011-09-15T20:42:00.004-04:00

Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation. - Psalm 146:3

your hands are holding me, they hold me still

2011-09-14T21:11:00.003-04:00

[JJ Heller, "Your Hands"]

the air is hummin', and somethin' great is comin'

2011-09-12T21:07:00.001-04:00

their hooves are giving me growing pains, i sleep like a tornado

2011-09-09T08:30:00.001-04:00

&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://listener.bandcamp.com/track/you-have-never-lived-because-you-have-never-died-2"&amp;gt;You have never lived because you have never died by listener&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;"I saw four black eagleswith horns growing towards the groundlike columns or anchors reaching for the bottom;their feathers folded like hands on a man resting in his coffinbending over each other, rattling my bones,drumming out the answers in ways I will need one day;their hooves are giving me growing pains;I sleep like a tornado..."["You Have Never Lived Because You Have Never Died" by Listener]

pretty find

2011-09-04T21:26:00.000-04:00

A couple of houses down from me someone set out free books, dishes, and art out on the sidewalk. I like this painting. It reminds me of Alaska, and it's now hanging on my wall.

if they had been properly guided from the very start

2011-09-01T15:56:00.002-04:00

"One evening, not knowing how to tell Jesus how much I loved Him and how much I longed for Him to be served and honoured everywhere, I thought with sadness that not a single act of love ever ascended from the gulfs of hell. I cried that I would gladly be plunged into that realm of blasphemy and pain so that even there He could be loved for ever. Of course that could not glorify Him, for all He wants is our happiness, yet when one's in love one says a thousand silly things. This didn't mean that I did not want to be in heaven, but for me heaven meant love and, in my ardour, I felt that nothing could separate me from Him who had captivated me.

It was about this time that Our Lord gave me some insight into the souls of children. I spent a lot of time looking after two girls during their mother's illness. The elder was not yet six. It was a real delight to see how they believed all I told them. Baptism must sow a vigorous seed of the theological virtues in the soul, for even in childhood the hope of future joy is enough to make present sacrifices acceptable. I didn't promise these two little girls toys and candies to make them stop quarrelling; I told them that good children were given an everlasting reward by the Child Jesus. The elder one was just beginning to think and her face lit up with joy as she asked me scores of fascinating questions about Jesus and His wonderful heaven. She eagerly promised that she would always give way to her sister and said she would never, never forget the teaching of 'the tall young lady' --- which was what she used to call me.

The innocent souls were like soft wax on which any imprint could be stamped -- of evil, alas, as well as of good. I understand the words of Jesus: 'If anyone hurts the conscience of one of these little ones, he had better have been drowned in the depths of the sea.' Many, many souls would become most holy if they had been properly guided from the very start."

[St. Therese of Lisieux, The Story of a Soul: the Autobiography of St. Therese]

forgiven much

2011-08-25T08:15:00.001-04:00

"Forgiven Much" by Keith Johnson

[Hat Tip: A Holy Experience]

comfortable in heaven

2011-08-23T20:48:00.005-04:00

(Church of our Savior on Spilled Blood, St. Petersburg, Russia)

"But the general Catholic drift in the United States is not, to put it gently, toward the beautiful. That's not just an aesthetic problem. It's a serious religious and theological problem. Why? Because beauty helps prepare us to be the kind of people who can be comfortable in heaven --- the kind of people who can live with God forever. Beautiful things and beautiful music draw us out of ourselves and into an encounter with a truth that's beyond us, yet accessible to our sense."

[George Weigel]

keeping your options open

2011-08-22T14:33:00.002-04:00

"'Keeping your options open' is not the path to happiness, wholeness, -- or holiness. That's an important Marian insight from the New Testament for every generation, but perhaps especially for yours. We've all heard, time and time again, that yours is a generation 'not ready to commit.' Is that because yours is a generation short on trust? If so, it's not hard to understand why. You've seen the wreckage caused by the sexual revolution and its dissolution of trust between men and women, both within marriage and outside of it. You've seen public officials betray their oath of office, and priests and bishops betray the vows they swore to Christ and the Church at ordination. You've seen teachers and professors betray the truth because of expediency, cowardice, or an addiction to political correctness. If yours is a generation that finds it hard to trust and thus hard to 'commit,' that's understandable. But not persuasive."

[George Weigel]

the real question is...

2011-08-20T17:20:00.002-04:00

"Indeed, the most ghettoized people of all, I've come to learn, are those who don't know they grew up in a particular time and place and culture, and who think they can get to universal truths outside of particular realities and commitments. There are ghettos and then there are ghettos. The real question is not whether you grow up in a ghetto, but whether the ideas and customs and rhythms of your particular ghetto prepare you to engage other ideas and customs and life experiences without losing touch with your roots."

[George Weigel]

gets busy on the proof

2011-08-15T14:03:00.001-04:00

steering clear of what we'd like to say

2011-08-15T08:11:00.003-04:00

Moths by Jennifer O'Grady

Adrift in the liberating, late light
of August, delicate, frivolous,
they make their way to my front porch
and flutter near the glassed-in bulb,
translucent as a thought suddenly
wondered aloud, illumining the air
that's thick with honeysuckle and dusk.
You and I are doing our best
at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear
of what we'd like to say.
You leave, and the night becomes
cluttered with moths, some tattered,
their dumbly curious filaments
startling against my cheek. How quickly,
instinctively, I brush them away.
Dazed, they cling to the outer darkness
like pale reminders of ourselves.
Others seem to want so desperately
to get inside. Months later, I'll find
the woolens, snug in their resting places,
full of missing pieces.

[Hat Tip: The Writer's Almanac]

through other people

2011-08-13T19:27:00.002-04:00

You aren’t able to repent properly and to be alone in the heights of the love of God. That is to say, just God and you; just Christ and you. The love of Christ is offered and always passes through other people.

- Elder Porphyrios the Kapsokalyvite (1906-1991)

a new life to create

2011-07-29T21:30:00.000-04:00

"Movin' Away" by My Morning Jacket

One year ago, I was preparing to move to Diomede, Alaska. I have been missing Alaska lately, as some of my friends are headed back to the Great North for another year. I miss it. I miss the pure white tundra. I miss flying in between mountains and over ice floes. I miss the sheer cliffs of Diomede. I miss the birds that were louder than the waves. I miss looking out across the Bering Strait at Big Diomede, wondering about the Russians who were staring back at me (presumably). I miss my little apartment, with all of its quirks -- its sinking floor, the sloping oven, the snow in the back closet, the wood paneling, and the webcam in my living room that would move and shift with its mechanical noises as people eyed the Diomede islands through the Internet. I miss seeing kids play on the heliopad. I miss chopper day. I miss watching movies with my roommate. I miss the house shaking because of the wind. I miss the walruses and the polar bears and the whales and the crabs and all of the amazing wildlife that writhed in its home. It will continue to be so, even if I am not there.

But I am excited about Maryland. I am excited about making new friends yet another time, and I am excited to be living with my brother and sister-in-law and their two daughters. I'm excited about buying my own food. (Hello, fresh fruits and vegetables! Here I come!) I am excited about buying food that is not in bulk. I am excited about being able to see John face-to-face. I'm excited about exploring museum after museum in D.C. I am excited about eating at ethnic restaurants (if I get a job, of course!), watching boats at the marina, visiting coffee shops and bookstores. There is so much to do, and it's all new and exciting.

I'mma ready for this change.

a necktie will make you die and cause you lots of trouble

2011-07-27T11:39:00.003-04:00

"Cornbread and Butterbeans" by the Carolina Chocolate Drops

the most holy

2011-07-11T15:48:00.003-04:00

“Of all holy work, the education of children is
the Most Holy.”

St Theophan the Recluse.

don't worry so much

2011-07-05T11:33:00.000-04:00

I received your letter, my child, and I saw your anxiety. But don’t be sad, my child. Don’t worry so much. Even though you have fallen again, get up again. You have been called to a heavenly road. It is not surprising for someone running to stumble. It just takes patience and repentance at every moment.

Therefore, always do a prostration when you are wrong and don’t lose time, because the longer you wait to seek forgiveness, the more you allow the evil one to spread his roots within you. Don’t let him make roots to your detriment.

Therefore, don’t despair when you fall, but get up eagerly and do a prostration saying, “Forgive me, my dear Christ. I am human and weak.” The Lord has not abandoned you. But since you still have a great deal of worldly pride, a great deal of vainglory, our Christ lets you make mistakes and fall, so that you perceive and come to know your weakness every day, so that you become patient with others who make mistakes, and so that you do not judge the brethren when they make mistakes, but rather put up with them.

So every time you fall, get up again and at once seek forgiveness. Don’t’ hide sorrow in your heart, because sorrow and despondency are the joy of the evil one. They fill one’s soul with bitterness and give birth to many evils. Whereas the frame of mind of someone who repents says, “I have sinned! Forgive me, Father!” and he expels the sorrow. He says, “Am I not a weak human? So what do I expect?” Truly, my child, this is how it is. So take courage.

Only when the grace of God comes does a person stand on his feet. Otherwise, without grace, he always changes and always falls. So be a man and don’t be afraid at all. Acquire a brave spirit against the temptations that come. In any case, they will come. Forget about what your despondency and indolence tell you. Don’t’ be afraid of them. Just as the previous temptations passed by the grace of God, these, too, will pass once they do their job.

You should know this too: a victorious life lasting only one day with trophies and crowns is better than a negligent life lasting many years. Because one man’s struggle, with knowledge and spiritual perception that lasts one day, has the same value as another man’s struggle, who struggles negligently without knowledge for fifty years.

Without a struggle and shedding your blood, don’t expect freedom from the passions. Our earth produces thorns and thistles after the Fall. We have been ordered to clean it, but only with much pain, bloody hands, and many sighs are the thorns and thistles uprooted. So weep, shed streams of tears, and soften the earth of your heart.

Once the ground is wet, you can easily uproot the thorns.

- Elder Joseph the Hesychast

(Hat Tip: The Handmaid Blog)

I miss this. For real.

2011-06-30T21:13:00.002-04:00

I miss this. For real.

cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine

2011-06-21T21:29:00.002-04:00

"Farther Along" by Josh Garrels (download entire album here)

Farther along we’ll know all about it
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine
We’ll understand this, all by and by

Tempted and tried, I wondered why
The good man died, the bad man thrives
And Jesus cries because he loves em’ both
We’re all castaways in need of ropes
Hangin’ on by the last threads of our hope
In a house of mirrors full of smoke
Confusing illusions I’ve seen

Where did I go wrong, I sang along
To every chorus of the song
That the devil wrote like a piper at the gates
Leading mice and men down to their fates
But some will courageously escape
The seductive voice with a heart of faith
While walkin’ that line back home

So much more to life than we’ve been told
It’s full of beauty that will unfold
And shine like you struck gold my wayward son
That deadweight burden weighs a ton
Go down into the river and let it run
And wash away all the things you’ve done
Forgiveness alright

Still I get hard pressed on every side
Between the rock and a compromise
Like the truth and pack of lies fightin’ for my soul
And I’ve got no place left go
Cause I got changed by what I’ve been shown
More glory than the world has known
Keeps me ramblin’ on

Skipping like a calf loosed from its stall
I’m free to love once and for all
And even when I fall I’ll get back up
For the joy that overflows my cup
Heaven filled me with more than enough
Broke down my levee and my bluff
Let the flood wash me

And one day when the sky rolls back on us
Some rejoice and the others fuss
Cause every knee must bow and tongue confess
That the son of god is forever blessed
His is the kingdom, we’re the guests
So put your voice up to the test
Sing Lord, come soon

keep warm by kindness

2011-06-18T21:40:00.005-04:00

"People who live in cold climes must keep warm by kindness...I think that is how every person should be. Kindness -- it's the same as having a head, a nose, a pair of feet..."

- from "A Dream in Polar Fog" by Chukchi-Russian writer Yuri Rythkeu

silent as stroke victims

2011-06-13T17:26:00.008-04:00

"Yet as a general rule it's a whole lot easier to slap a health claim on a box of sugary cereal than on a raw potato or a carrot, with the perverse result that the most healthful foods in the supermarket sit there quietly in the produce section, silent as stroke victims, while a few aisles over in Cereal the Cocoa Puffs and Lucky Charms are screaming their newfound "whole-grain goodness" to the rafters. Watch out for those health claims."

- from In Defense of Food: an Eater's Manifesto by Michael Pollan

so glad to be back in the lower 48

2011-06-06T19:48:00.003-04:00

make yourself worthy of being visited by God

2011-06-03T08:54:00.000-04:00

If you put something fragrant on to burning coals, you motivate those who approach to come back again and to stay near, but if instead you put on something with an unpleasant, oppressive smell, you repel them and drive them away. It is the same with the mind. If your attention is occupied with what is holy, you make yourself worthy of being visited by God, since this is the sweet savour which God catches scent of. On the other hand, if you nurture evil, foul and earthly thoughts within you, you remove yourself from God’s supervision and unfortunately make yourself worthy of His aversion.

- St. Gregory Palamas, Homily Nineteen para. 9, The Homilies Vol. 1; St. Tikhon’s Seminary Press pg. 243

and a shadow you won't recognize

2011-05-30T21:46:00.000-04:00

"20 Years" by the Civil Wars

That was awkward.

2011-05-24T11:14:00.002-04:00

it's like nothing in this world's ever still

2011-05-15T02:40:00.000-04:00

"The Dreamer" by the Tallest Man on Earth

55 Maxims for Christian Living by Fr. Thomas Hopko

2011-05-08T13:48:00.000-04:00

1. Be always with Christ.
2. Pray as you can, not as you want.
3. Have a keepable rule of prayer that you do by discipline.
4. Say the Lord’s Prayer several times a day.
5. Have a short prayer that you constantly repeat when your mind is not occupied with other things.
6. Make some prostrations when you pray.
7. Eat good foods in moderation.
8. Keep the Church’s fasting rules.
9. Spend some time in silence every day.
10. Do acts of mercy in secret.
11. Go to liturgical services regularly
12. Go to confession and communion regularly.
13. Do not engage intrusive thoughts and feelings. Cut them off at the start.
14. Reveal all your thoughts and feelings regularly to a trusted person.
15. Read the scriptures regularly.
16. Read good books a little at a time.
17. Cultivate communion with the saints.
18. Be an ordinary person.
19. Be polite with everyone.
20. Maintain cleanliness and order in your home.
21. Have a healthy, wholesome hobby.
22. Exercise regularly.
23. Live a day, and a part of a day, at a time.
24. Be totally honest, first of all, with yourself.
25. Be faithful in little things.
26. Do your work, and then forget it.
27. Do the most difficult and painful things first.
28. Face reality.
29. Be grateful in all things.
30. Be cheefull.
31. Be simple, hidden, quiet and small.
32. Never bring attention to yourself.
33. Listen when people talk to you.
34. Be awake and be attentive.
35. Think and talk about things no more than necessary.
36. When we speak, speak simply, clearly, firmly and directly.
37. Flee imagination, analysis, figuring things out.
38. Flee carnal, sexual things at their first appearance.
39. Don’t complain, mumble, murmur or whine.
40. Don’t compare yourself with anyone.
41. Don’t seek or expect praise or pity from anyone.
42. We don’t judge anyone for anything.
43. Don’t try to convince anyone of anything.
44. Don’t defend or justify yourself.
45. Be defined and bound by God alone.
46. Accept criticism gratefully but test it critically.
47. Give advice to others only when asked or obligated to do so.
48. Do nothing for anyone that they can and should do for themselves.
49. Have a daily schedule of activities, avoiding whim and caprice.
50. Be merciful with yourself and with others.
51. Have no expectations except to be fiercely tempted to your last breath.
52. Focus exclusively on God and light, not on sin and darkness.
53. Endure the trial of yourself and your own faults and sins peacefully, serenely, because you know that God’s mercy is greater than your wretchedness.
54. When we fall, get up immediately and start over.
55. Get help when you need it, without fear and without shame.

tornado in Georgia

2011-04-30T23:29:00.001-04:00

On Wednesday, my hometown of Ringgold, Georgia, was devastated by a tornado. Eight people were killed, and the business district is practically nonexistent. The high school and middle school are both destroyed as well. But praise God -- my entire family is safe. God even spared our neighborhoods. A family in my church lost their entire house, and if they had not been in the basement of a neighbor's house, they probably would not have survived. It's been amazing to see how their family is praising God in the midst of their loss. God is glorified despite the tragedies in the town.

Thank you to those of you who have asked about my family in Georgia. I appreciate your concern and prayers.

one of Lucy's first words: blood

2011-04-25T19:48:00.001-04:00

This is my niece Lucy, and she has Type 1 diabetes. My sister has been documenting what it's like to raise a one-year-old with diabetes. I hope you get a chance to see this video. It's unbelievable how tough this little girl is.

preparing my heart for His Word

2011-04-23T15:39:00.002-04:00

Read here...

keep thy mind calm and even

2011-04-06T21:16:00.000-04:00

"Keep thy mind calm and even (Mark 10:49), and prepare thyself for bearing still more. All is not lost if thou feel thyself often afflicted, or grievously tempted. Thou art man and not a god; thou art flesh, and not an angel. How canst thou think to continue ever in the same state of virtue, when this was not found in the angels of heaven, nor in the first man in paradise? I am He who raise up and saves those who mourn; and those who know their own infirmity I advance to My divinity."

- from The Imitation of Christ by Thomas a Kempis

rushin' to the woods where we first felt God

2011-04-03T19:36:00.001-04:00

The Rural Alberta Advantage is a new favorite band. I can't get enough of them. They are so good, and this song rocks...

moving to Annapolis

2011-03-27T17:58:00.000-04:00

I am so excited about moving to Annapolis.

"Why are you sleeping? Rise and pray..."

2011-03-19T01:00:00.000-04:00

Maybe the devil loves a challenge, or maybe I am just weak and frail. My suspicion is that it's a combination of both. Regardless of who is to blame, Lent is hard. I find that I am tempted to give in even more now than I was a few weeks ago. I'm more inclined to sluggishness and prayerlessness. Lent is supposed to draw me closer to Christ, closer to His self-discipline and His prayerful devotion. Yet I fail and fail and fail. Or maybe Lent is just a revelation of the sluggishness and the prayerlessness in my own life. Maybe Lent is the lantern that sheds light on the inconstancy of my soul.

I discovered this quote from Ann Voskamp's blog:

"Self-denial means only knowing Christ and no longer oneself. It means seeing only Christ, who goes ahead of us, and no longer the path that is too difficult for us. Again, self-denial is saying only: He goes ahead of us; hold fast to him." - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

I wouldn't be surprised if the devil wants me to never break my fast. I wouldn't be surprised if he gave me a standing ovation if I completed it successfully...if I found self-control from within myself, if I forgot that Jesus has gone ahead of me, if I held Him loosely and forgot my prayers.

But where does self-denial come from? Where does self-control come from?

The One who said to His disciples, "Pray that you may not enter into temptation."
The One who prayed to His Father, "Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done."

I must look to Jesus and hold fast to Him. I must rise and pray.

with fasting I gladden my hope in You, my Lord

2011-03-10T11:08:00.002-05:00

I read this on Molly Sabourin's blog and was encouraged by this beautiful reflection on fasting.

XLI

With fasting I gladden my hope in You, my Lord, Who are to come again.

Fasting hastens my preparation for Your coming, the sole expectation of my days and nights.

Fasting makes my body thinner, so that what remains can more easily shine with the spirit.

While waiting for You, I wish neither to nourish myself with blood nor to take life--so that the animals may sense the joy of my expectation.

But truly, abstaining from food will not save me. Even if I were to eat only the sand from the lake, You would not come to me, unless the fasting penetrated deeper into my soul.

I have come to know through my prayer, that bodily fasting is more a symbol of true fasting, very beneficial for someone who has only just begun to hope in You, and nevertheless very difficult for someone who merely practices it.

Therefore I have brought fasting into my soul to purge her of many impudent fiancé's and to prepare her for You like a virgin.

And I have brought fasting into my mind, to expel from it all daydreams about worldly matters and to demolish all the air castles, fabricated from those daydreams.

I have brought fasting into my mind, so that it might jettison the world and prepare to receive Your Wisdom.

And I have brought fasting into my heart, so that by means of it my heart might quell all passions and worldly selfishness.

I have brought fasting into my heart, so that heavenly peace might ineffably reign over my heart, when Your stormy Spirit encounters it.

I prescribe fasting for my tongue, to break itself of the habit of idle chatter and to speak reservedly only those words that clear the way for You to come.

And I have imposed fasting on my worries so that it may blow them all away before itself like the wind that blows away the mist, lest they stand like dense fog between me and You, and lest they turn my gaze back to the world.

And fasting has brought into my soul tranquility in the face of uncreated and created realms, and humility towards men and creatures. And it has instilled in me courage, the likes of which I never knew when I was armed with every sort of worldly weapon.

What was my hope before I began to fast except merely another story told by others, which passed from mouth to mouth?

The story told by others about salvation through prayer and fasting became my own.

False fasting accompanies false hope, just as no fasting accompanies hopelessness.

But just as a wheel follows behind a wheel, so true fasting follows true hope.

Help me to fast joyfully and to hope joyously, for You, my Most Joyful Feast, are drawing near to me with Your radiant smile.

Jon Stewart's Message for Teachers

2011-03-08T00:33:00.002-05:00

can't no preacher man save my soul

2011-02-24T10:44:00.001-05:00

My good friend Courtney, whom I am so jealous of as she is studying Victorian literature in Aberdeen, Scotland, introduced me to the band The Civil Wars. I'm loving their album Barton Hollow.

Я знаю что такое любовь.

2011-02-14T11:13:00.000-05:00

It's hard to believe that two years ago today I was in Kazan, Russia. I explored Russian Orthodox churches, visited the Qolşärif mosque, bought a kilo of dried apricots at an open market, secretly took pictures of metro art, and visited Tolstoy's alma mater.

February 14th, 2009, is one of my favorite memories. Several university students were celebrating St. Valentine's Day with balloons and candy, while encouraging passersby to sign their names to this poster in the square.

"Я знаю что такое любовь. да? нет?"

I know what love is. Yes? No?

да. Yes.

"This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as a propitiation for our sins." - 1 John 4:10

"Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

when the period of warfare comes

2011-02-10T11:17:00.001-05:00

"When the period of warfare comes, we are overwhelmed by thoughts and cares of all sorts. This is when we must turn to the Lord in our hearts and keep silence. If we cannot abandon the thought that is bothering us immediately then we must keep silence. We should not think about anything. It is not ours to think. The Lord knows what we can take and what we cannot. Then, when we are in silence and our mind is quiet, we should give it something to do so that it will not wander. We should pray. Let the mind pray from the heart. Thus, gradually we will become accustomed to prayer, and prayer will become a habit to us, just like any task that we learn to perform. Pray in this manner, without words, and when the Lord sees our endeavors, when He sees that we seek Him and wish to be with Him in all eternity, then He will give us strength, and the heart then will dwell in constant prayer. Then we will do our work while listening to the prayer in us."

- Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica from Our Thoughts Determine our Lives

than any terrible possible scenario

2011-02-09T22:33:00.000-05:00

Thanks to my sis-in-law Tacy, who reminded me of how encouraging JJ Heller's music is. :)

"Save Me"

You tell me life will not be pain free
What will be will always be in Your control
Darkness is light to You
And all You ask me to do
Is trust what You say is true

You are stronger
Than any terrible possible scenario today
Come and save me
You're the only source of all the peace I need
Come and save me

good and kind thoughts

2011-02-07T11:18:00.000-05:00

"Our thoughts can be very penetrating, and they have great power...We can help others only if we have good and kind thoughts. If we have thoughts about correcting the faults of others, that is like hitting them. No matter how close a person is to us, he will slip away from us because we have dealt him a blow with our thoughts. And we believe that thoughts are nothing!"

- Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica from Our Thoughts Determine Our Lives

jeff the fun dude visits the bat cave

2011-02-06T18:28:00.000-05:00

My crazy 2nd-cousin visits the bat cave.

the choice-driven life

2011-02-05T20:03:00.000-05:00

This is the story of a Linda Couri. She used to work for Planned Parenthood, and in this talk, she shares the story of how she became pro-life. This is a beautiful story of hope and grace.

Click here to listen.

your lowliness halts my thought

2011-01-31T20:33:00.000-05:00

Dmitri Belyukin's "Old New Church"

Of all the characteristics, Your lowliness

Halts my thought, You bind my lips!

What can I think, what can I say

About the hungry, thirsty and crucified God?

(from the Prologue of Ohrid)

the water sustains me

2011-01-29T11:10:00.000-05:00

This is one of my new favorite songs, sung by the wonderfully British Johnny Flynn and Laura Marling. On every Friday afternoon, the Diomede school has music class at the end of the day for about a half hour. Willis played this song on his guitar, and we all tried to sing as best we could. It's such a good Diomede song, and I think that for the rest of my life, every time I hear this song, I'll think of this little island.

"The Water"

All that I have is a river
The river is always my home
Lord, take me away
For I just cannot stay
Or I'll sink in my skin and my bones

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can't drown me
I'm done with my dying

Please help me build a small boat
One that'll ride on the flow
Where the river runs deep
And the larger fish creep
I'm glad of what keeps me afloat

Now deeper the water I sail
And faster the current I'm in
That each night brings the stars
And the song in my heart
Is a tune for the journeyman's tale

Now the land that I knew is a dream
And the line on the distance grows faint
So wide is my river
The horizon a sliver
The artist has run out of paint

Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
And the big yellow sun leads me home
I'm everywhere now
The way is a vow
To the wind of each breath by and by

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can't drown me
I'm done with my dying

rejoice, oh unwedded bride

2011-01-27T00:17:00.001-05:00

This is beautiful, and it makes me miss Russia.

we should keep silent.

2011-01-26T11:30:00.000-05:00

When we are among a large number of people, say at our workplace, people often argue there, especially at large meetings. It is always best to keep silent at large gatherings. Let the others bring out their suggestions. We should keep silent. If you absolutely must say something, then say it so as not to offend anyone’s dignity. It is better not to become involved. Mind your own business and try to keep your peace.

- Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica, Our Thoughts Determine Our Lives

my fam

2011-01-22T23:10:00.001-05:00

I love 'em.

things to remember

2011-01-18T22:37:00.000-05:00

again you sinned, again repent

2011-01-16T00:25:00.000-05:00

“Tell me, Father, in what consists the major steps of spiritual life?” Answer: “No one saves himself without humility. Remember that until the end of your life you will be falling into sins, whether severe or slight. You will get angry, you will be haughty, you will lie, you will be proud, you will hurt others, you will be greedy. This very realization will keep you in humility. What is there to boast about if every day you sin and you hurt your close ones? But for each sin there is repentance. So you sinned, you must repent, again you sinned, again repent, and so to the end. If you keep on doing that you will never be despondent and gradually will come to a peaceful state.”

~Elder Michael of Valaam

"I wish I looked like Cindy Crawford." - Cindy Crawford

2011-01-06T15:41:00.000-05:00

This is a great video about the power of media over women and their body image. Please take the time to watch this!

lay aside

2010-12-26T22:02:00.000-05:00

Church was canceled this morning due to snow, so Stephen & I went to divine liturgy at St. Tikhon's Orthodox Church. Divine liturgy fills my heart.

"Now lay aside all earthly cares..."

home.

2010-12-25T17:54:00.003-05:00

This little one is precious.

This book was in my room when I came home.

Snuggly.

It's been snowing all morning. This is so unusual. I can't believe we have a white Christmas here in Chattanooga.

This picture looks like it could have been taken in Alaska, but no...our backyard.

Fire, snow, presents. Life is good.

The Snowman

Molly!

Brent finds sticks for arms.

Luke is a happy boy.

Coal is not usually kept at the Beck household, so Tacy used tree bark instead.

Home sweet home.

Da, da, daaaaa!

Stephen.

Sweet Frances.

The kiddos with their grammy.

We pulled out the old Nintendo. "One toot on this whistle will send you to a far away land..."

Brent, Frances, Luke, & Molly!

The little ones with Carrie.

Life is good -- glad to be home!

silence is better

2010-12-14T01:31:00.000-05:00

Silence is better.

random epiphany

2010-12-10T10:48:00.000-05:00

Sola Scriptura is a tradition.

hallelujah, random act of culture

2010-12-05T21:21:00.001-05:00

Although I realize that these are not the standard mall happenings, this made me miss malls.

(Thanks for sharing, Tacy!)