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| open up my door my Lord my Lord open up my door to whatever makes me love You more! | | |
| Karl Barth, Commentary on Romans, chapter 4:12 They are those who walk in the steps of that faith of our father Abraham which he had in uncircumcision. They know that, when men, regardless of the extent of their religious or other possessions, are wholly directed towards God and towards Him only, they are found by Him and established by Him. Such men are pilgrims, prepared always for surrender and dissolution, ready always to decrease in honour, ever tireless in descending the ladder of renunciation and death. To be pilgrims of that naked humanity which is absolute poverty and utter insecurity. God must not be sought as though He sat enthroned upon the summit of religious attainment. He is to be found on the plain where men suffer and sin. The veritable pinnacle of religious achievement is attained when men are thrust down into the company of those who lie in the depths. The true faith is the faith of Abraham which he had in uncircumcision, the true children of Abraham are they whom God is able to raise up of these stones. Where this is overlooked, the first must become last, for only the last can be first. [gasp!] | | |
| The following is the latter half of the preface to "Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing" by Soren Kierkegaard. what do you think of it? When a woman makes an altar cloth, so far as she is able, she makes every flower as lovely as the graceful flowers of the field, as far as she is able, every star as sparkling as the glistening stars of the night. She withholds nothing, but uses the most precious things she possesses. She sells off every other claim upon her life that she may purchase the most uninterrupted and favorable time of the day and night for her one and only, for her beloved work. But when the cloth is finished and put to its sacred use: then she is deeply distressed if someone should make the mistake of looking at her art, instead of at the meaning of the cloth; or make the mistake of looking at a defect, instead of at the meaning of the cloth. For she could not work the sacred meaning into the cloth itself, nor could she sew it on the cloth as though it were one more ornament. This meaning really lies in the beholder and in the beholder’s understanding, if he, in the endless distance of the separation, above himself and above his own self, has completely forgotten the needlewoman and what was hers to do. It was allowable, it was proper, it was duty, it was a precious duty, it was the highest happiness of all for the needlewoman to do everything in order to accomplish what was hers to do; but it was a trespass against God, an insulting misunderstanding of the poor needle-woman, when someone looked wrongly and saw what was only there, not to attract attention to itself, but rather so that its omission would not distract by drawing attention to itself. | | |
| let me like Mary through the gloom come with a gift to Thee show to me now the empty tomb lead me to Calvary lest I forget Gethsemane lest I forget Thine agony lest I forget Thy love for me lead me to Calvary | | |
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this is my friend george. this summer he is an intern for enterprise car rental and he drove this dodge caliber home last night. it has a beverage cooler in the glove compartment. so I went to his house and we made waffles and hashbrowns and omblettes. last friday george and his girlfriend michelle and like 10 other people came in to my starbucks and busted up the place cause it was michelle's birthday and they had just been at hard rock cafe which is really close. In fact there are a couple of servers from hard rock that come in and get drink orders at our starbucks. after having breakfast for dinner, george's dad, also named george, played a song he's in the middle of writing. george's brother jesse and his girlfriend ashley dropped me off at the el, but first we stopped at mugs pizza, which is kind of like baccis, (big quarter slice pizza for 3.10) I would have ordered a piece if I hadn't been so full on waffles and omlette. Yet, the lady working at mugs, who was very friendly, simply could not stand to see me without food, so she gave me a basket of fries for free. aw. then I read 1 John and went to bed | | |
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