Last night was...

Last night was... the first time i’ve ever journeyed towards the beach at nighttime, blessed with a clear sky to just gaze, gaze, gaze at, to open ones heart and just sing about how beautiful life and love is; how this isn’t just a waste of time, a waste of space, a waste of breath.

In these bodies we will live
In these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love
You invest your life.

And looking back and seeing the silhouette of those your heart has grown so large for so fast… i’m so thankful for the new folks in my life, where in my previous despair, i would have never imagined…. Folks who have the spirit to just go out of the way to take wonderful trips like this, to just be still and silent in a world that is too loud and too fast to remember how amazing it is to be here and to see the Face of Life and think about why we’re here and what Love looks like…

Then we observed the night scene of downtown Savannah over some delicious pizza and older punk rhythms. i’ve never seen that before, people up late to eat by themselves; i just wonder what they’re thinking and why they’re here, the flashing light of clubs and women walking down the street hanging on some man’s arm, wearing clothes that reveal too much of what she really isn’t. And so then, you’re thrust back into reality, with that warmth, the embrace of the cosmos still lingering in your heart, wondering how you and your friends can shed some light between that of the day scene of this college town that moves entirely too fast and the midnight nation that doesn’t really seem to know where it is to go at all.

Let’s turn this city’s lights off, stare at the stars and begin to wonder (for those who’ve never took the time to,) “Why are we so small? Whoever is up there, do we look like stars at all?” And maybe that will move us.

Something inside me says we bear the same image.

Maybe junk is about to get real?

Jesus listened to me and told me last night that despite the fact that he enjoys philosophy, philosophical debates are for people who are too concerned on being right and can end up being only about being right. He told me that being right doesn’t matter. He told me that he knows what it’s like to be lost in one’s own head, that he’s been there before and he told me that he knows how scary that place is. He also reminded me that only He matters. Do i believe it?

Despite my ever changing thoughts, Jesus stays and he says “there’s no shame in that. You’re not stupid… Or else, i’m stupid, too”.

And Jesus can’t be stupid. Well, it depends on what you think of stupidity, but, he’s brilliant.

He also told me that “junk is about to get real, like really real, like really really real, like, i can’t exactly tell you how, but it’s going to. You and i are going to be like THIS close”, but only if i let it become real. i am as weak as the thinnest branch on a tree, and he whispers to me that it’s the perfect time to choose. “Junk is about to get real”, which is the scariest part…

i couldn’t help but smile and shiver.

Jesus is alive today, and hecomes in all forms because his people are as diverse as the number of your skin cells, if you keep that in mind… and you can see him shine through them so clearly sometimes that at the perfect moment, you will see no difference between them and him.

Strange things are happening at Hogwarts art school?