Kevin's Personal Blog: March 2008

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Say What?

"God is easy to please, but hard to satisfy"
- George MacDonald

Saturday Afternoon Ponderings

I don't want to do anything that is even remotely close to having the opportunity for failure.

The only problem is safe living freezes everything... and when things are frozen they get hard.

Its easy to look back and wonder it's much tougher to look ahead without seeing and dream

Our interpretation of freedom is caught up in political hype and images of war... the true definition of freedom is left undiscovered... beyond human sight, hidden in the crevasse of a frail and fragile heart.

The Amish are onto something

What is love and why is it so hard to keep?

I want to sing a song I've never heard before the only problem is because I haven't heard it, it seems I don't have the words memorized

Where did the preacher leave his sermon?

Restoration isn't a city nor is it a state it is a process that takes a lifetime to understand and an eternity to run its course.

Body n soul

Sickness is to my body what sin is to my soul
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Salvation

Salvation isn't a message it's a pursuit
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Modern Day Crown

If Jesus wore a crown of thorns what we the thorns be made out of?

Houses and mortgages

Images of Wall-street

Cell phones and internet numbers

Time zones and watches

Nuclear war heads

Battle ships

Coffee cups

Heavy weights?

I feel a heavy weight and pressure of and from the world that has embedded itself under the flaps of my flesh. My muscles harden with madness. And my brain freeze glittery from the frost of the frozen thought process. My mind is mangled by the monkey like behavior I have allowed to caress my chest. The back and forth movement of thumping weights and sand filled shoes has intermittently intimidated my intellect. The banner that needs to be raised high has and is being muffled by the half mast wind. Jealousy conceit and frost bitten success has stolen the oriental rug right from under the table. The marble counter tops have encountered something less benevoling than the benevolence found only in negligence pride and purpose less behavior. My direct disobedience and display of unsportsmanship like conduct has had a revolving affect on my initial purpose. The air is growing thin in my thinning lungs. The dream that chose me is choosing sleep. The fires are making amends with fire fighters. Shackles hang tightly on a childhood once was. It's s lie though (everyone knows it). I want to behave like I am madly in love and that is all. I want to live like I have never experienced life before. I want the Madness of a king to take over my stubborn outlaw heart. Who is this inventor of life and what does he have to do with the unfinished equations of blissless passages?

Where are we going and who will we become when we get there?

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