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Wednesday, 06 May 2009 14:50 |
 Jeremie and I were at the science campus. He’s a student there. But Jeremie is excited to embark on spiritual discussions with others and that’s what we were doing. We had a simple survey with only a few questions. What are people’s main objections to God? Your biggest obstacles? And if you could ask God one question, what would it be? Talking with three guys, their main objection was that it just wasn’t logical to believe in God. One was especially cutting, “It’s like growing up and not believing in Santa Claus anymore.” He smirked. When we got to the question he would ask God he said, “Why?” Jeremie asked what he meant by that. “Just why, that’s all.” Isn’t that interesting? Because in the presumed conflict between science and God, WHY is the question that science CAN’T answer. With a mechanical engineering degree, I’ve studied a bit of science. It goes to great lengths to find out how our world works. But it can’t touch questions like: Why is it this way? Why do I struggle? or Why are we here? When I want to know how long it’ll take to get to my destination I’ll break out an equation. But if I wonder why I’m going there, can science tell me? Only God can answer the real why questions. That poor science student had never sipped from that fountain. Maybe, someday, through that pride, the water of life will get to those parched lips. |
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Monday, 16 March 2009 14:36 |
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 Over a year ago I wrote an email to my friend Aric. We’re good friends, roommates in college, and in each other’s weddings. Aric plays bass guitar, and I was thinking how fun it would be to play. Aric wrote back about playing bass, passive vs. active, four or five strings, and so on. This went on and on, and when I’d get out my guitar to play, sometimes I’d practice scales on those bottom four strings, imagining the rumble a bass would make. When they heard I that play guitar at my church they were quick to say I should bring it in and play. But there are already a handful of guitar players there, who all play at least as good as me. The last thing they need is another guitar, but a bass, that would give some depth! The months went by and my dreams continued to mull.
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Friday, 13 March 2009 09:43 |
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Efrem and Silas both love it when Daddy decorates their birthday cakes. One funny thing though, is that Silas doesn’t really like to eat them. In fact, he didn’t eat a bite of Efrem’s cake at all! Somehow, in the dessert sense, the apple has rolled away from the tree. The rest of us fully enjoyed Efrem’s carrot cake with cream cheese frosting – all the more for us! 
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Thursday, 15 January 2009 00:00 |
 The three of us (Hubert, Laurie and Dan) walked half way up the stairs. In our backpack were some turkey and cheese sandwiches, a thermos of warm soup, some plastic bowls, spoons and some fruit. The stairs led up the side of a church where handfuls of blankets lay in disarray, Omar and Abdel lay amongst them, struggling to talk almost as much as we struggled to understand them. A third friend came up on the left and sat down on a chair poised on the stoop. We asked if they'd like some warm soup. "And some coffee?" Omar added. Sorry, we don't have coffee, but we have some soup and sandwiches we'd like to share. We stepped forward and Hubert rustled in his backpack. |
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