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• 12:47:51 pm on May 2, 2008 | 0 | # |
  
  

  http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/the_way_we_live/article3848081.ece

  I really urge you to read this article, it’s really interesting, it made me cry, but then again I’ve been in that mood for the last couple of weeks. It just goes to show how love can transform even the most desperate of places. I know, that was corny. But just because it’s corny, doesn’t mean it’s not TRUE! x

  Death Row Rodeo: the Louisiana prison miracle
  Through rodeos and rehabilitation, Burl Cain has transformed America’s most violent maximum security prison into its safest.

   

• 02:19:22 pm on April 14, 2008 | 0 | # |
  
  

  And I’m really looking forward to reading your responses. If, for example, someone was writing a book about theology in the emerging church, or maybe just a sort of post-modern mish-mash which would look at several different issues in a new light, what would you want to see addressed, and more importantly at what angle. Sex? Trinity? Worship? Drugs? The olympic games? Why all mention and history of James Blunt should be erased from our society? However broad or anally specific, I wanna know!

   

• 03:10:29 pm on April 11, 2008 | 0 | # |
  
  

  The book of revelation (21v16) describes the size of heaven as a cube 12,000 furlongs on a side. This is a little less than 500,000,000,000,000,000,000 cubic feet. Even allowing that the Heavenly Host and other essential services take up at least two thirds of this space, this still leaves about one million cubic feet of space for each human occupant, even if we assume that the human race eventually totals a thousand times the number of humans alive up until now. Sounds like my prospects are better than I thought.

   

• 11:06:33 am on April 10, 2008 | 0 | # |
  
  

  I love the theologian Paul Tillich so much that if he gave me a little grope, I really, really wouldn’t mind, here are some choice quotes which show him off to the unintiated.

  Boredom is rage spread thin.
  Paul Tillich

  Language… has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone.
  Paul Tillich

  Man’s ultimate concern must be expressed symbolically, because symbolic language alone is able to express the ultimate.
  Paul Tillich

  Neurosis is the way of avoiding non-being by avoiding being.
  Paul Tillich

  Religion is the state of being grasped by an ultimate concern, a concern which qualifies all other concerns as preliminary and which itself contains the answer to the question of a meaning of our life.
  Paul Tillich

  We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.
  Paul Tillich

   

• 01:00:42 pm on April 7, 2008 | 0 | # |
  
  

  This is for Hester, who needs to develop a similar superpower regarding traffic.

   

• 02:25:34 pm on March 24, 2008 | 1 | # |
  
  

  Since I am the queen of procrastination, instead of starting the work I have to do today, I thought instead I would blog about the work I actually have to do today- without actually doing it. This may not make sense to some of the more pro-active; I rise at 6am and do my daily devotions then go for a jog and feed the homeless type of people amongst those on the headspace blog. But then again, I suspect that perhaps on the headspace blog those kinds of people are few and far between, so this will make perfect sense to the rest of you. (More …)

   

• 02:03:40 pm on March 18, 2008 | 1 | # |
  
  

  i am a connoisseur of weight
  i have had

  sacks of grain upon my back
  down packed, without gaps,
  children- their mamas and abbas,
  uncles, aunties- other animals,
  chickens, doves,
  pouches of silver, gold, tin,
  water, more water, it hurts

  but the heaviest?
  he was my first.

  i was young
  two men stole me from my mother
  I heard
  “The Lord needs it”
  so in holy service i stumbled
  new legged

  he sat down
  as if upon a throne

  i go, O, O, O
  the weight of a new world upon
  such young bones.

  stars revolve in the shape of green palms
  an ocean of arms wave
  then cheer

  the noise is incomprehensible to hear
  i do not understand why the crowds
  cheer at my suffering
  they must not understand the immense weight,
  my knees tremble,
  froth forms at the corners of my mouth
  O, O, O

  when it is finished
  i sit in the corner and bray
  then, when worn,
  i sit in silence, shudder, think

  how horrific to weigh so much,
  to usher in kingdoms upon one’s back.

   

• 02:03:25 pm on March 18, 2008 | 0 | # |
  
  

  broad backed and star packed
  you held the seas back
  as we legged it over dry bed

  (sheding slave skins
  reviving broken limbs)

  tearing the pierced lip
  right off Master Egypt

  salt logged and soldier dogged
  we skimmed walls of water with our hands

  ran, exhausted but laughing
  at the sheer absurdity of the seas parting