History repeats itself because I don't learn from my mistakes, or because I want to relive it again.Saturday morning started out quiet, playing video games and learning guitar. I still have trouble playing a D chord with the 4th finger. I might need a finger extension, or some extra bones. After that, I went to Morse Fish Co. again for lunch, ordering the fried Catfish at the last moment. Going well with ketchup, I killed a couple more hours at base, before heading out to see Immortal Technique. It was the first time going to a hip-hop concert, so I was looking forward to it, even though the place was pretty small. At this point, I realized I locked myself out of the house again when trying to get a Hubway bike. The concert was great. I saw names like Poison Pen, Mad Hoffa, The Circle, Diabolik, and Pumpkinhead. There was a lot of energy, humor, showmanship, and technical delivery, though a lot of the cliches of hip-hop were present as well. Nevertheless, it gave me much material to reflect upon. After the concert, I headed downtown to Burger King. There's a Yelp review (http://www.yelp.com/biz/burger-king-boston-12#hrid:OM9g8g7uWqUGx6walnF-jg/) which you can check out in case you need laughs. Sunday was full of BBQ, roast pork, pie, and diet Dr. Pete (which I highly recommend because it tastes like vanilla). We spent most of the time at our cousins' place playing Halo 2, Mortal Kombat, driving sims, and a whole bunch of other old school video games. Apparently, my cousins are into this new thing called "Minecraft". Crazy kids... Back at work now, and now I have to catch up from everything on the weekend. Hopefully, base didn't turn into an aquarium...
Monday, June 18, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Small Group Reflections 6/6/12
I'm not sure how to process this all. Being faithful to something while being faithless doesn't seem like the right path to go. It all looks so disjunctive and not flowing correctly.If there were any confirmation of thought yesterday, it is that God constantly tells us to defy and go against the grain in terms of conventional wisdom, of strength being inverted in the face of humility, that a savior would not come in the form of a warrior, but rather a man who seemingly came to accept his fate. I am disturbed by people who opt to speak as wise men, but sound like fools (present company included).At the end of the day, it seems that our causes, our purpose, our desires - they need to be validating and validated, and also that our source of strength, our reliance or what we can depend on must give us assurance, and give others assurance too. I feel like taking on the world today. Earthly consequences, pain, shame, grief, doubt - they appear to fly out the window of the mind.
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