Graffito quote:

"God is dead"...Nietzsche
"Nietzsche is dead"...God

Amusing...

So, at my senior defense interview, they asked me to "compare and contrast the afterlife beliefs of two different religious traditions. I picked Christianity vs. Buddhism:
The differences, I think, are pretty obvious. But I was amused with my comparisons of them:

Heaven:hell :: Moksha (enlightenment, etc):forever-bug-ness

Dear Barak Obama,

I did NOT stand and vote with you in record numbers 2 years ago. And if I had an absentee ballot, I'd be voting tomorrow to vote against your party, just like I voted against you 2 years ago.

Paraphrase

Grading OT papers about the golden calf incident...this one made me laugh out loud.
"While they worshiped the calf they got wild and started to eat, drink, and party."

Referring to Exodus 32:6b: "And the people sat down to eat and drink and rose up to play."

This is me.

Today's xkcd is wonderful.

PostSecret on Weddings

This day we FIGHT!

(Link)

Knowledge

No one can know. Know what lies behind these eyes.
Know the depth of emotion that lies beneath the surface.
No one would want to know. Know the scars that have yet to heal.
Know the battle that every single day holds.
No one knows. No one wants to know.

Except He who knows all.
He knows.

And that's all I need to know.

Fellowship of the Unashamed

"I am a part of the fellowship of the Unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit Power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won't give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes.

And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear for "I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.." (Romans 1:16)"

~authorship disputed

God

Burn out...

A paradox- I'm tired and want to go to bed. I'm tired, but I have a paper to write. I'm tired and so I'm working inefficiently. I'm tired, so if I go to sleep, I won't wake up in time to finish my paper before class tomorrow.

Death.

What to do?
Pull an all-nighter to do just a few hours of work?
Go to bed and hope I'll get up in enough time?
Go to bed and not get it done?

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Crunchtime

Alright, outline. I've got 3 hours to make you into an actual essay. Resistance is futile. I have coffee and a bagel. You're going to get written, and you're going to like it.

More feminism

This one goes out to Athaliah (2 Kings 11). No reason in particular, other than I spent most of last night analyzing her from a feminist perspective. Crazy woman.

Coffee

Feminism

After my OTW class today, I couldn't resist...

Job's wife

Is certainly up there in the list of Biblical characters who fall really short:

"Curse God and die." (Job 2:10)

Irony

A person with a gun to their head, we put in a hospital.
A person with a cigarette to their lips, we put 20 feet away from our building entrances.

Just because it's slower, doesn't mean it's not as bad.

And something that made me smile

Going through my folder of PostSecrets that I've saved over the years, I found this:

Things that made me cry this afternoon:

A photograph from under a bridge on the Cornell campus. 3 students have committed suicide there this month by jumping off of bridges.

An article about loving God above all things, including your childrens' futures.

We didn't start the fire

but now we've got to fight it....or go down in flames.

Speaking of British Literature

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes!
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise!
My Mary's asleep by the murmuring stream --
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream!

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear --
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair!

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills!
There daily I wander, as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green vallies below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primrose blow:
There oft, as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides!
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave!

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes!
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays!
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream --
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream!

<3

Loving Fathers

Mark Driscoll's facebook update last night:

"My 6 yr old girl sat on my lap for dinner, snuggled, held my hand continually, prayed for me, & ensured her photos were on my phone before my flight. Daughters are amazing."