Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Haveing fun isnt hard if your got a library card.
I love lots of tings. but right now I love the library. I love rows and rows of books. The oppressive silence of students cramming for a test. The old 90's desks and chairs. The way the very air smells! I just all out love library. I was missing my good old Cherry Hills back home until i made a discovery about the one here at school. There is a whole row of Shakespeare books. a WHOLE row!!!!!!
You must understand i love Shakespeare. I do the easy flow of prose is a thrill to me. If i could spell i would major in English so that i could read Shakespeare for a living.
But back to library. mine has a whole row of Shakespeare. and 4 Jane Austen shelf. so therefore i love it.
Ps. Also from my library i can see strange students hitting a pinata thats hanging from one of the trees..... hum.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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Monday, July 13, 2009
It is well with my soul.
Horatio G Spafford, his wife and their five children all lived in Chicago in 1860. Horatio was a wealthy lawyer who owned much land. In 1870 Their youngest son died of Scarlet fever. In 1871 The spaffords suffered a great loss in the Great Chicago fire which destroyed much of their property. Even though they had lost a huge amount of their money the Spaffords did not despair. In 1873 Anna's health was failing and so the family planed a trip to Europe. They were all supposed to sail on a French ship but Horatio was required to stay home for a few days because of a business emergency. Anna and their 4 daughters went ahead of Horatio. Their ship was struck by an iron sailing ship and in 12 minuets the ship was sunk in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Only 81 out of 307 people survived. The only member of the Spafford family to survive was Anna. All 4 girls had drowned. When she reached land Anna wrote her husband to come to England. It was as his ship passed over the area that his daughters drowned that Horatio wrote the lyrics to It is Well with my soul.
It amazes me that even though he was in immense pain and suffering that Horatio was able to write such wonderful lyrics. That show even through grief beyond all measure Christ is there for us. Which is a comfort beyond all comforts.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit
Psalm 46:1-2
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.
Psalm 71:20-21
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Guinevere
I had every intention of going along with a biblical heroine theme for a while and well to be honest. I haven’t been inspired by any biblical heroine's lately but that might be due to the fact that I’m reading in Isaiah and Ezra right now. So, I have chosen a literary Heroine.
Guinevere.
One doesn’t typically think of the adulterous wife of King Arthur as a Heroine. I know I didn’t. I absolutely despised her until just recently when I reread Tennyson Idylls of the King for my literature class.
Before I only looked on Guinevere as a woman who caused the downfall of a great nation, and was disloyal to her husband.
But after reading Tennyson's Guinevere I believe I have changed my mind.
I now see Guinevere as a woman who, she sinned but found forgiveness and worked her hardest to better the world.
I in no way would justify her sin. However, she is human. Many of us have never committed adultery, like her, but we have lusted. Which the lord says is just a sinful as adultery.
Tennyson's Guinevere is a sinful woman who could have wallowed in her sin, or killed her self after her sin was discovered. But she didn’t. She found forgiveness in the people she and wronged and from the Lord and moved on to become abbess doing good deeds and helping those in need.
The main thing I learn from Guinevere is that even though we sin, and it may seem like we have committed a devastating sin that we will never recover from. God is a God of Mercy who gives second chances to us all. He works well through dirty sinners.
So my comfort is that even though I may be a sinner, I can overcome my sin and further Gods cause and will.