Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Terence, this is stupid stuff
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a cha the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well, the horned head:
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friendship to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
Why, if 'tis dancing you would be,
There's brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a beer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.
Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good that ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good
'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
There was a king reigned in the East
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
---I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.
A.E. Housman
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
hurt
"Time tells the truth." -Fortune cookie
"When life hands you a lemon, say, "Oh yeah, I like lemons. What else ya got?" -Henry Rollins
". . . I will never leave you nor forsake you. . . " -Joshua 1:5b
Friday, February 09, 2007
grace
quite possibly one of the greatest times i'll have all month (with a touch of sarcasism surrounding the having to wake up around eight fact).
so i found my favorite sermon podcast again yesterday. that was pretty exhilarating!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
phone calls
It would be pretty insane, but I think that Clara Snipes and I danced with the same company when I was about four years old. I need to talk to her about it (and everything else) though.
". . . I will never leave you nor forsake you. . ." Joshua 1:5b
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
my favorite.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
yuck
""But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the sovereign Lord my refuge;
I will tell of all your deeds." Psalm 73:28
Monday, January 22, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
SALT (I will always call it that) Retreat
I was having a quiet time one morning down near the dock and I could not even focus on anything else but God's beautiful creation. I just sat in awe of His gracious and perfect self. It was marvelous.
Lately, I've realized what a relational religion Christianity is. This revelation probably has a lot to do with the fact that I'm reading Donald Miller's Searching for God Knows What. But we talked about it during one of our session times too.
"Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like a sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field." Matthew 9:35-38
Sunday, December 31, 2006
lots of big smiles.
“This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him. 1 John 5:14-15

