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Sunday, 25 October 2009
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october, where did you go?
Past couple of days have been really busy, went to a bonfire on Friday, and didn't get home till about 12:30 or so. It was really fun, of course me being me, I was the little social butterfly that night so I think I met about 10 or more people that I didn't know cause I would just start up some random conversation with people I didn't know.
That's how I am for the most part. Some people might say (especially my x-roomies) that I'm an antisocial reclining rabbit (whatever the heck that means) but I do like hanging out with people. Granted I do like being alone with a good book, but there are days when that's cool, and then there are days when I just want to go go go, until I basically drop from exhaustion. Those days are becoming fewer and farther between, though I do still love to chat up people.
I like finding out stories of people. Knowing who they are and what they have been up to...that just makes my night. Of course I delight in the astonishingly mundane, so something as simple as watching a fire and singing in the crisp cool air makes me happy, so take what I say with a pinch of salt.
It was fun though, doing the bonfire, and after most of the guests left we broke out the gutiar and starting this worship experience. Would you think less of me if I said that I felt God so near to us because of the outside, the stars, and the fire? I probably would have felt the same way even if there was nobody around, nights always get me thinking about God and creation. I love it....:)
Anyways, more later, I'm hopefully going to be watching Amazing race so catch ya later!
Live long and Prosper!
~Stephanie
Currently
Move Along
By All American Rejects
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Sunday, 11 October 2009
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nothing to say
nothing to say (a poem)
I have sat in front of you
we each have a coffee with cream and yet
the silence drags on, over all the words I want to say
but cannot.
Over all the words I could say, but cannot force out.
So are we compatible with the uncomfortable silence
then the conversation that I thought we might be talking about?
We can talk about superficial things, about
differences and wonders in the nature
but sooner or later,
you say something and I might come off wrong
We joke and tease but you get your back up so quick,
and to be honest, I do too.
We are similar, but at the same time, you don't allow me to be different.
Can't you see, that all I want to do is talk to you,
but you have so many invisible mines and lines not to cross
that it's easier to be silent and let you think I'm mad
then to talk and cause you to be mad at me.
At least, that's the way I see it.
~Stephanie
Lovya!
Live long and Prosper.
~Stephanie
Currently
Five Little Pigs (Hercule Poirot)
By Agatha Christie
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Tuesday, 01 September 2009
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the ponderings of a biblephile...
Most people are shocked to find out that I like to read. And re-read. And re-re-read. The books that are my favorites should be easy to guess, they are worn practically to shreds, with me having to replace them over and over again.
I guess the thing that gets people the most is that about 90% of the books that I read are written by dead people. C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Agatha Christie, Jane Austen, Grace Livingston Hill, Dostoesky, Lousia May Alcott, Smith Wigglesworth, A.W. Tozer, etc.
I do read new books as well, but I find that they don't really compare to the classics. I find myself critiquing a book and sometimes even putting it down after a few chapters because it hasn't really lived up to what I thought it was going to be.
My parents did place a high standard on reading, if we said we were bored, the first question that they always asked us was if we had read all our library books...if yes they would bundle us up and take us to the library for more. But of my fave authors, I am the only one in my family who has ever read Lewis, Tolkien, Hill, or Christie. My sister has read one of Austen, but no one else.
My standards for books are pretty much based on those authors. Whether they can tell a story without giving away too much, whether their characters are likable when they are meant to be, or easy to hate when meant to be. And although I usually read a book straight thru, there are times when I have known to look at the back page. Simply because I don't want to waste time and energy liking this character if they are going to be cut out of the book (which has saved me time with reading Jodi Picolet cause she always kills off the best character...just look who you like and then that person will pretty much be dead by the time that it ends...) My mom hates that. I think it's because she likes Jodi and she likes to be surprised and wade thru hours of grief and whatever, to me, that's a waste of time. But we are not all like me, thank goodness.
I love books. I love their smell of musty attic work, I love the crisp binding and the way that it feels when I have worn them so much that the tape isn't working. I love when I have a book in my hands that I have never read, and then I also love when I have one that I have read so much that I could quote it almost word for word. When I was a kid the only way my parents could think of punishing me was to ban me from books. :) When I moved from my apartment into the girls house, I had 18 boxes of just books. When I moved this last time I had slimmed it down to about 8 or 9 boxes of just books. One of my friends saw how many book boxes I had and about passed out from laughing so hard. Most people don't believe me when I say that I would rather pass the time of day with a book, not a movie. I like movies too, but that is a completely different thing. I usually always have at the very least one book with me in my purse, if not more. I love books...always have, and always will.
And here's the funny kinda shocking thing, even though I love my books, if God told me tomorrow that I needed to give every single one of them away, I would. Because no matter how much I love my books, I adore and crave God more...
~my best friend is a person who will give me a book that I haven't read...(Abraham Lincoln)
Live long and prosper!
~Stephanie
Currently
Crime and Punishment
By Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Sunday, 16 August 2009
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what if He meant it?
So I was thinking about different ideas for a blog these past couple of days and I finally hit on one.
Jesus.
I have been reading thru the Bible these past couple of months, and am trying to read thru it 2xs within this year, which might happen. And one of the things that I have noticed is that people really didn't like Jesus. They liked Him when He was doing stuff for them, such as healing the sick and telling the religious peeps that they were broods of vipers....but they really didn't like Him all that much when He started telling them that everyone had to take up their cross and follow Him.
They really didn't like Him when He said that the harlots and tax collectors would make it to heaven before the religious leaders, and they wanted to stone Him for saying He was God (which He is).
This got me to really think, do we like the Jesus that we have learned about in Sunday school and church because we are told what He did in a book, and maybe we think that He somehow won't require us to give up everything and follow Him?
I'm thinking that Jesus really doesn't change, but for American Christians we want Jesus to be safe and predictable and nice. We want Him to blend in, to help us be better people and better saints, rather then living out extraordinary lives. We want to still have our secret sins and yet still have the crown of the Cross.
But Jesus never tolerated anyone who was playing the game and being fake. Jesus never said "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean that, you can keep that one sin" He said "Follow Me." No exclusions, exceptions or bypasses that I can see with that.
What He said, generally He meant.
But we as Christians have excused away and sorted away all of what He said, and made it meaningless tripe that we spoon feed people on Sunday mornings, all the while they are dying for the truth and we refuse to give it to them. We pretend with all the technology and "truth" and "wisdom" that we have received that Jesus actually didn't mean what He said when He said it.
But I have to wonder what would our churches and lives look like if we started living and believing that Jesus actually meant precisely what He said? How would we be different?
*The matter is quite simple. The Bible is very easy to understand. But we Christians are a bunch of scheming swindlers. We pretend to be unable to understand it because we know very well that the moment we understand, we are obliged to act accordingly. Take any words in the New Testament and forget everything except pledging yourself to act accordingly. My God, you will say, if I do that my whole life will be ruined. How would I ever get on in the world? Herein lies the problem....dreadful it is to fall into the Hands of the Living God, yes it is even dreadful to be alone with the New Testament. (Soren Kierkegaard)
*Then Jesus said to His disciples, "If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it." (Matthew 16:24)
Live long and prosper~
~Stephanie
Currently
Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God
By Francis Chan
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Saturday, 08 August 2009
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don't panic....
Don't panic, you've got the towel...:)
We went to the planetarium today as a part of the show at the Tulsa Space and Air Museum. Some of it was a bit weird, but when the narrator came on, for some reason I kept thinking of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, mainly because when the narrator came on, he kept saying that the universe was BIG and we would never know how big it was. It kept reminding me of how the guide in the movie would say random facts, you know, like "Don't mess with them" or something along those lines.
The other thing that I thought of when they were showing photos of the universe and the great stars, how the universe declares the glory of God and His great wonder. Scientists still don't know how big the sky is, nor how long the universe goes, they can just make a couple of random guesses.
Isn't that just the handiwork of God? I think that the reason that we don't know the edge of the universe and galaxy is that we would probably be freaked out by how vast and amazingly huge it actually is.
Good thing that the entire universe and galaxy is held in the Hands of God, who is bigger then anything that we find in space. God is so amazingly huge, I think that we forget that, but it needs reminding now and again.
--The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech, and night unto night reveals knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. Their line has gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. (Psalm 19: 1-4)
~I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a Clockmaker. (Voltaire)
Live long and prosper..
~Stephanie
Currently
Fortuneteller's Melody
By SHeDAISY
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I am an unashamed bookworm, who re-reads over and over again. I am a lover of rain and writing. I am a chocolaholic with no hope of recovery. I am obssessed with God and with finding Truth in everything, even when it's not popular. I am heading home to a place I have never been, but has been haunting my dreams since I was a kid. I am a vagabond, a bohemian gypsy who just happens to be a princess in disguise.
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yes I'm alive, just been really really busy, will have a longer post hopefully tomorrow...love ya- Live long and Prosper! Stephanie
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i am getting my wisdom teeth out in the morning...yay, I get to be chipmunked...I'm so happy...mark sarcasm. cya later. Stephanie
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my computer froze last night therefore killing my post so I will try and redo it again tonight...LLaP Stephanie
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- Name: Stephanie
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