Chicago Trip ~ October 25 & 26

Briggs (my flat-mate) and I drove up to Chicago last Saturday to see some sights and hang out.

90150019The “hotel” we spent Saturday night in (yes, we slept in the van). It even had a DVD player, so what better movie is there to watch while in Chicago than Divergent?

90150012Saturday and Sunday morning we mostly stuck around downtown checking out the sights. We went to Moody Church Sunday morning.

90150017After church on Sunday we headed to the more hipster part of town and hit a couple small coffee shops – I highly recommend CaffĂ© Streets and Gaslight Coffee!

Man of God

As a man of God I should pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, perseverance and gentleness. I should fight the good fight of faith; take hold of the eternal life to which I was called; keep the commandment without stain or reproach until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Taken from 1 Timothy 6:11-14

Runner Vision

I’ve been working on a project for the last couple of weeks (planning since last winter, though). It’s an action/drama youtube series called Runner Vision. Here are the first two teasers for it:

There’s one final teaser which should come out sometime within the next month.

What Truly Lasts

A week ago today I was sipping a latte in 30-30 Coffee, sitting in the second stool at the counter in front of the window, when I got a text message that made my heart stop. Karie Blair had passed into the arms of Jesus earlier that morning.

I struggled my way through the rest of the morning. It was a relief when I finally got to Mom and Dad’s house and got some time by myself. I laid down in the grass in front of their house to think – think about life and death, the danger and fulfillment of friendships, and the purpose of life in general.

As I lay there I started writing down my thoughts. What came out was a poem; not of my own words (because I am by no means a poet) but words inspired by God. Here’s what I wrote:

Life is a vapor, here and then past.
I think it’s forever, but it flies by so fast.
Moments slip by, used once and then gone.
A new set of chances are given at dawn
To reach out to someone, to show love that lasts.
But often I miss them as my life speeds past.

A number of days – just a few years.
I live for myself, no concerns and no fears.
Compassion is missing; my hand for the poor
Is stuck in my pocket afraid to do more.
I meet friends for fun times and share a few cheers,
When what I should do is shed a few tears.

Moments are priceless, so learn from the past.
Reach out to someone to show love that lasts.
Realize the help I could give to someone;
Rather than seeking to just have some fun.
Life is a vapor, here and then past.
I choose now to live life for what truly lasts.

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Coffee

A friend mentioned that I hadn’t posted on my blog in a while and encouraged me to write about something. My life has been chock-full lately, but not with much of anything worth mentioning. I thought about what I could write about, and a single word popped into my head: coffee.

To some people coffee is totally disgusting, while to others it’s essential for life. Me? I can take it or leave it. But I do enjoy having a cup of joe while sitting around and chatting with friends. To me it’s a social drink – something to be sipped in between chuckles and stories. It’s a carrier for relationships; a companion to time spent with friends.

Imminent Death

The other night I had a dream. A nightmare really (though it wasn’t the typical clown one). In this dream I was traveling with some friends, going through a rather hostile country; one torn apart by war, government corruption, and and incessant desire to kill anyone who seemed like a threat. Apparently I seemed like a threat. For reasons unknown to me, I was arrested and sentenced to death by firing squad. Now, even though it was just a dream my emotions felt very real (even after I woke up) – I was perfectly alright with dying, but the knowledge that I was walking to my own death and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it was slightly frightening.

I’ve always been fine with the thought of death; I know that there is a point where everyone is going to die eventually, and I’m cool with that. I’m not afraid of death. But what is it about going to your death, not knowing why you’re dying (in the event of someone killing you), and being completely helpless? I don’t know.

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