new poem

tick by tick life drifts on
like soggy dift-wood under salt sea moons
not step by step, but second by second
struggling to overcome each minute, hour, and noon,
as half the day dehydrates my thirsty spirit.

hard pressed, kept by the tick tock
captive, strangled, gripped by hands
in constant motion, while commanding in their orbit
yet they tempt starved imaginations
out from doubt prisons and towards a rising purple sun.

Not to an end, but to a vital, stunning moment
when time begins to petrify
despite the movement of its keepers.

time?

Ok so I figure you realize this is my deeper thoughts area. Check this out.

I had been talking about time and gyre and blah blah blah its a wierd theory of the world, and I heard someone say how blah blah blah

A christian believes time has a starting point and an end...and I said...yes....but NO

This will blow your mind.

A Christian might need to understand time as two things. Physical time...and God time...physical time would be like from the start of the earth til whenever it ends. BUT the crazy part is A christian also has to grasp God's time. As crazy as the idea is, God has always existed. I am frustrated I have no answer as to how his existance is possible, but I will never deny the fact. God destroys the idea of time. He has always existed. He runs on a drasticly different time than I do. He is so holy, and so powerful, even days and minutes do not contain him. Maybe He has no frame of History.

I think C.S Lewis may have suggested every moment is present to God, past present and future all converge for him....if that wasnt Lewis I just heard it in a bible class.

just some thoughts. Time is totally crazy. I love that some how God seems to burst the time frame.

poem

this is a test poem. its built upon a sort of anadiplosis...which means the last word is used in the start of te next sentence.

in this case the 4th line ends with a word and then starts with the word that osunds the same with a different meaning (homophone).

dont ask how I thought of it I was in class. My brain goes into every strange corner of trying to write in class.

its kinda modern. its got a hint of meaning.

I am the man
the creature creeping on earths crust
to love and feed and do both in one
at once to serve, but now to prey
and pray to me not God.

I am part soul,
the shapeless speaking internal source
where guilt and joy and wisdom throne
and throw emotion in youth's veins
where vain courage grows.

I am part flesh,
skin and bones that bear my blood and strength
in war and love by fool and saint
protecting my organs from external strife
and striving to live forever.

dale

Earth, evil, and frustrations.

this first post in a while is kind of conflicting in me still. I put the idea on my blog list on Wednesday I think. Bear with me while I do some deep thinking.

Being a Christian requires some sense of trust in god's universal power over nature as his creation. After observing the Haiti disaster this week, I wondered how we, as Christians, respond. Why do natural disasters obliterate entire countries.
The worst part about Haiti was the second aftershock quake following the first one. The second quake came along to add one more stab wound to the almost lifeless corpse of Haiti. How do I respond to this terror as a follower of God.
First, I am broken. I have seen hard life, but my life has never been hard. To watch the poorest country become more poor is painful when I watch from my three basses, amplifier, xbox 360, or car. I feel like I could be saving a life with the food I throw away. Worrying about what my job will be after college seems hypocritical while I see people who have never worked falling even lower in the food chain of life.
Second, after my heart breaks, I try to be thankful for each minute I have. The least I can do is remember how good life is since God for some reason decided to put me here in America and not in Haiti.
Third, I try to find a way to make a difference from here.Two thrsdays ago Sanctuary managed to get almost $900 in cash donations nto to mention anyone else who texted in to the number we put up. Lipscomb also collected what looked like a crap ton of money which was exciting. If people are poor and need supplies, we can sure give a ton of money.
In a world which seems, at times, to be a naturalists world, what does a Christian do. If the best survive the worst disaster, what role does God play? If we believe God is in control of the entire universe, did He send the earthquakes in Haiti?
The only answer I can offer is the reality of the fallen world we live in. God did create the world. He has the power to control what he created, but we do not live in a perfect world.
The Bible talks about helping the poor and the weak, I doubt God would drop a huge "screw you" on such a poor country. I have no doubt the earthquakes are a result of the natural world. A world which fell and suffered punishment with Adam at the time of the first sin.
I wish I could find a better answer as to why God allowed us to live in a sometimes naturalists world, but I know His will is beyond my wildest dreams
On a good note, I have seen God work to heal sick, supply needs, and ordain movements. God is still listening, even if the world seems to be in chaos. Even the Bible points to the world going a little crazy before the perfect order of Christ is restored. Until His return, I will do my best to rely on his will. All I see is evidence of a world at war between good and evil. I will never understand why things happen.

This is my prayer in the desert.

Today has been sucky and I am O.K with that. I remember the days I was hurting and in pain and I remember praising God, and now I have not looked to him even in the harvest. But i remember he promised so many people in the old testament he would be faithful to his promises. I trust in that. I see now that things fail because God is neglected. I am the kind of person who will fail without God. I will live in darkness but the Lord will be my life and my light. It doesnt matter where I go seeking joy, only God provides the joy I seek. I have tasted deeply his love and nothing else comes close. I have every reason and more to give thanks to God. Over all today has just been a slap in my face saying wake up Dale I love you and you havent taken the blessings ive given you for granted but you have taken the fact they are form me for granted and the joy I give you and you will not be fully fufiled by my blessings if you do not learn to be my vessel.

anywho this is all very good molding god will be doing in my life.

Dale

nostalgia or not

Looking back on all my life can be hectic. Sooooo much tiem has gone by...I trust I didnt waste all o it. One night, a very wise young man told me to take every moment captive and redeem every minute I lived. I started taking that seriously while my dad was passing. I challenge you to live every moment realizing a moment to live, is a moment worth something. Especially when you have every moment to love, live, and most importantly praise God with your actions.

thought maybe not accurate

Do not always compare the present with the past goodness. NOTE- good is kind of subject to what you believe in this case. Making the most of the present takes what tools you have in the present, not the opportunities you had in the past. I hope that makes sense. it does to me :D

I have really enjoyed almost every moment this week.

thanks for your time

today

it only takes one song to turn your perspective around :)