Thunder always takes me by surprise. So does darkness. During quiet, daylight I imagine them to be rather dull. Yet when I experience them, there is some kind of power there that I can't take for granted.
Yesterday, our second group presentation was completed! :D
I read Exodus 1-13 while waiting for class. During that reading, Exodus 6 struck me. How hard it is to listen to comforting words when we are suffering.
My roommate has a friend over and the three of us enjoyed a fun conversation over bibimbap. :) I told my "hedgehog", "utsukushii," and "Russian roommate" stories!
I can't believe the summer session is already over halfway done with the end closing in on me in less than two weeks. Mmmm. I have to start my final projects and papers NOW! Off I go to the WAM lab again...
The other day, I was reading over the story bits I have posted online and I felt as though I really wanted to write again. It's not that I forgot these stories. I just haven't had the time to sit and think about them. Maybe, someday, though, I can finish them.
Are these meant to be my children?
My life and mind have always revolved around ideas. If you asked me what plans I had for my work and my family, I would say nothing. I was too busy shaping ideas and art in my mind to consider such things. I realize it's dangerous and immature, but nothing in this world drew me. Nothing.
My Platonic ladder has long since been upside down!
I like to think of common things in artistic and colorful ways.
And when I see artistic and colorful things, I feel satisfied.
Sometimes I feel like a wandering Levite in the years of the Babylonian captivity.
I have a heart for the work and a devotion to the art of it, but, the temple is no more. What does one do in such a time?
I am an alien in Babylonia.
Unlike a good Levite, though, I have a tendency to turn a bronze wonder into a Nehushtan.
These dangerous fascinations.
So, sitting here in this striped tent, what do I do? The telegraph is clicking. My hat is growing dusty. The fan is blowing the sand around. The hand-charted maps are spread across the table, weighted down by heavy bound books. And the faceted stones are glistening in the lamp light. Is this all a vision of things to come? Or is is merely a shadow?
I don't want to leave.
This is the struggle I enjoy.
Someday, though. There is a promise I can cling to if I can see past the walls of this tent - Revelation 1:6.
"To the one who overcomes" there are many promises given in the letters to the seven churches in Revelation chapters two and three.
To Ephesus (2:7) - '"I will give to eat from the tree of life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of God."'
To Smyrna (2:11) - '"[s/he] shall not be hurt by the second death."'
To Pergamum (2:17) - '"I will give some of the hidden manna to eat. And I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written which no one knows except him who receives it."'
To Thyatira (2:26-28) - '"to him I will give power over the nations—
‘He shall rule them with a rod of iron;
They shall be dashed to pieces like the potter’s vessels’—
as I also have received from My Father; and I will give him the morning star."'
To Sardis (3:5) - '"[s/he] shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and before His angels."'
To Philadelphia (3:12) - '"I will make him a pillar in the temple of My God, and he shall go out no more. I will write on him the name of My God and the name of the city of My God, the New Jerusalem, which comes down out of heaven from My God. And I will write on him My new name."'
To Laodicea (3:21) - '"I will grant to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne."'