Saturday, August 10, 2013
the dating manifesto.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Three Supreme Testings.
"Three supreme testings await strong men in this life: the testing
of poverty and obscurity; of prosperity and applause; and of
suffering. Many who enter life conscious, even though dimly, of
great latent capacities, turn sour and bitter under neglect, narrow
circumstances, and lack of appreciation. Others who pass that
first trial successfully are corrupted or enfeebled by success and
adulation. Many who stand erect alike in obscurity and success,
fail utterly under the testing of suffering."
The Shorter Life of DL Moody
Sunday, August 22, 2010
CHICAGO.
the city sits in a cup. with the skyline barely reaching the top.
its shadows reach and its dirty feet screech.
but the city will always sit...in a cup.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
forever or never.
But then we look back and see our footprints. The certainty of time. Marking the path with blood. Torn fabric. Handprints. Groves from our knees on the ground. And though its so vivid. So sharp. We turn to those dreams. Those fantastic fabrications that carry us through the red knees and blue cheeks. To get to a place that’s never real until its past.
We’re desperate for the future. Tomorrow’s fortune is today’s satiation. The food in my mouth today is nothing compared to the feast tomorrow. but then fortune smiles. The future is never to be. You’re told with a phone. Or an apology.
But you know.
Tomorrow has vanished with a breath and you’re left with your shoes untied. You’ve raced so hard to cover miles you never saw and the door is already closed.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
a pale reflection.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
clinks in an empty well.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate but that we are powerful beyond all measure." -Marianne Williamson
i believe their are varied depths to the soul. not that the soul is shallower in some and deeper in others but that the soul is seen in different depths by different people. almost like a well in which we toss our change or draw our water. each person possess a different amount of silver, a unique color of water, a secret beast. have you looked into yours? does it glimmer? does it echo? is it empty?
we walk around so often and touch people. watch people. taste people. but it is a rare chance that we know people. because to know someone is to see the knowledge that they themselves posses of who they are. and if the people we interact with are uncertain or unknowing or shallow than it is impossible to know them because they do not yet know themselves.
true knowledge of a thing is to receive a resonance of understanding from itself. a tree does not doubt that it has roots or produces seeds and it attempts no other purpose. if you struggle with the connection from an inanimate object than try a mentally ill individual. to hold a conversation is comparable to containing water in oiled hands. you may act. you may interact. but you do not resonate because the soul in which you are attempting to connect or touch is disconnected from even the possessor.
the soul is a thing rarely understood. the tick, not the gears or the hands or the face but the tick is what puzzles. to know a person is to know their soul. but you are unable to know a person who does not yet know themselves.
to know who you are you must peer deep into oneself and whisper a terrifying question. a question that you will begin to understand few have asked. few possess the courage. the bravery necessary to ask..."are you there?"
now through this muddled conversation i have but one point. the one originally written and really only the latter of that sentence. "we are powerful beyond all measure." because for the majority they are not apart of the "we". they are in fact inadequate. as equipped or strong as they believe themselves to be they are neither. but merely shells. merely people of emptiness. struggling to pour materials, emotions, beliefs, prayers into something that holds none of them.
now the "we." the powerful. the mighty. we are men or women of God. i am a man of God. i am filled with an unquestionable presence. a dominating mass. i do not exist without the presence of the Holy Ghost. my face is unchanged. my fingerprints the same. but me. "we." my tick. our ticks. my soul. our souls. are now things of unconquerable. unmeasurable. uncontainable power that only a God can be the source.
the fear is reasonable. logical even. if created by a thing. and inhabited by a thing. than we possess their qualities. and a quality of our possessor is power. power beyond all measure. but that is not the trick. not to understand we are vessels or a tools. we have been given hands for a reason. a tongue to use. feet to use. a heart to use. we have not only been filled but blessed with multiple faucets of which to pour. but the trick...
the trick is tapping into it.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
a love story.
Once upon a time…there was a charming prince who decided to take his beautiful princess on their very first adventure of a new life together.
The adorable couple left Saturday afternoon, August 1st, 2009, driving Luna, their sturdy steed, to visit the prince’s family up north at Lake Ann Camp. On the way up they listened to a cd of their favorite songs Zack made and dreamed about their future together. The pair pulled into the camp around 6:30pm and met Becky (Zack’s mom/the Queen) at their cabin, which Zack left shortly after to help his dad build paintball forts for their paintball game the next day (which was entirely not true). Becky and Kristin got dressed for the nice dinner they were going out to later and then drove up to see the progress the boys were making. Meanwhile, up at the “paintball field,” Zack, Kent, and his brothers were arranging Pine Chapel for the engagement.
Becky drove Kristin to Pine Chapel, which is situated in a large pine forest at the edge of Lake Ann Camp. Becky stopped the car, led Kristin to the path, hugged her, told her she loved her, and then left her at the start of the winding trail that led to the chapel.
The path started with an envelope and scattered rose petals. The envelope contained a picture of Zack holding a sign with the letter “I” at the park where he asked Kristin to be his girlfriend four years ago. She then walked down the path and encountered five more envelopes, the second at the field where they had their first kiss with him holding a sign saying “WILL”. The third picture was of Zack holding a sign with the word “LOVE” at the overlook where he told Kristin he loved her. The fourth picture was of him holding a sign with the word “YOU” at a park downtown in Holland where they had their first date. The fifth picture was of Zack at his grandparent’s beach, a place very dear to the couple, holding a sign that said “FOREVER.”
The fifth envelope was at the start of the final walk. The path was marked with rose petals and lined with clear vellum bags with votive candles inside. Each bag had something Zack loved about Kristin on it. Kristin slowly made her way, reading each bag, absorbing the romance, until she was to a circle of bags with the final envelope. The final envelope was empty and had a Polaroid camera next to it for her to take the final picture. Zack then stepped out from behind a tree holding the last sign, which read “MARRY ME MARIE.”
He asked her to take the last picture with the five previous signs nailed on trees behind him (“I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER”) and with him holding his final sign, “MARRY ME MARIE.” The picture didn’t take (they got it later though!), and being so impatiently excited Zack told her to forget it. She promptly did so and jumped into his strong, muscular, tan arms.
Zack, after he had kissed her, slowly kneeled with ring in his hands. He proceeded with roughly the following proposal: “Kristin, I promise you that I will love you and no one else forever. I don’t want another girl to start a family and honor God with. Kristin, will you marry me? Please?” As you can imagine, Kristin could in no way turn down such an amazing, magical, perfect offer and responded with a very elated “YES!”
The charming prince and beautiful princess shared a few more delightful kisses before ringing a large bell, signaling the arrival of beaming Dad, Mom, and Brothers Wallace. The rest of the fairytale night included a fancy, family dinner and a prayerful walk around Lake Ann Camp with memories and dreams galore.
The jubilation carried through to the next day where a surprise engagement party thrown by Kristin's family awaited the couple when they arrived home. All of Kris's friends thought they were surprising her for a back-to-school party when instead they were surprised by the new "bling" on her left hand. The rest of the day was spent in engagement bliss with Dad, Mom, and Brother Merkle (Jackie & Lance too). It was a perfect ending to a perfect weekend.
Zackary and Kristin are hoping for a summer wedding in 2010 if the Lord so wills. They request prayer for Zack to find work in Chicago and for them to draw closer to God as they draw closer to one another.
The charming prince and beautiful princess are currently living happily ever after…
