Sunday, December 30, 2007

giving good gifts

I recently found these words that I wrote my last semester of college. I am amazed at how they continue to ring true as different stages of life have come and gone.

I have touched a mountain. I have explored its terrain. I have eaten of its fruit. I have fallen. I have scraped my knees on the rocks. I have drunk of the cool mountain air that cleanses and refreshes. I have waded into the mountain streams with cool waters dancing around me. I have gotten lost. I have fallen at the feet of the one who saved me from death in the wilderness. I have fallen in love with the landscape. I have felt at home. I have come to know those who journey around me. I have tasted the bitterness that comes from being told that the road closes in a few miles. I have listened as I hear my name called from another mountain. I have come to the end of the path. And, as I turn to look back, I have seen the path that I once could not see; I have loved the landscape that I once did not love; I have touched lands that I once had not touched. And, I have loved it.

~ by funsize on December 30, 2007.

i have touched a mountain

I recently found these words that I wrote my last semester of college. I am amazed at how they continue to ring true as different stages of life have come and gone.

I have touched a mountain. I have explored its terrain. I have eaten of its fruit. I have fallen. I have scraped my knees on the rocks. I have drunk of the cool mountain air that cleanses and refreshes. I have waded into the mountain streams with cool waters dancing around me. I have gotten lost. I have fallen at the feet of the one who saved me from death in the wilderness. I have fallen in love with the landscape. I have felt at home. I have come to know those who journey around me. I have tasted the bitterness that comes from being told that the road closes in a few miles. I have listened as I hear my name called from another mountain. I have come to the end of the path. And, as I turn to look back, I have seen the path that I once could not see; I have loved the landscape that I once did not love; I have touched lands that I once had not touched. And, I have loved it.

Friday, December 21, 2007

road to perdition

In Road to Perdition there is a striking scene between Michael Sullivan and his son. At this point in the movie, the two have robbed a number of banks and now have a large amount of money. Michael Jr. asks his father if he can have a share in what has been stolen. His father asks him how much he would like. Michael Jr. thinks and then says “$200” as if he was asking for a large sum. His father agrees to give him the money. Had Michael Jr. been able to comprehend the amount of money that they had stolen, perhaps he would have asked for a whole lot more.

I have to wonder if we do the same thing. Often my prayers are simple, trite requests. If I really believed all that I say I do, I wonder if my prayer life would look different. If I was allowing the Word of God to inform my appeals, maybe I would be asking for different things. If I could comprehend the treasury of Heaven, perhaps I would ask for a whole lot more.