No Barnabas post yet . . . just know that it was amazing and I'm sure I'll write on here about it soon.

As for now . . .

I've been reading Mere Christianity recently, and today I read a chapter about the different between creating and begetting. It was very interesting. Lewis compares and contrasts how creating is to make and begetting is to become the father of. He spends a whole chapter writing about how God created us (we're like Him, but we're not Him) and how God begat (?) Jesus (He's got God's genes!). Very interesting chapter - very cool chapter.

Then today, I read an article on relevant called Let Us Decompose. It echos what Lewis talked about in how we don't create things. Humans basically rearrange things to make them "new." Let me give you a snippet from the article to better explain myself. . ..

"we reassemble existing parts, cut and paste objects and ideas from the known world, reshuffle the deck."

"when was the last time a new primary color was invented or a missing musical note discovered?"

"Musicians are judged by who they sound like (part Bob, Beck and Bruce), actors by who they look like (she’s got Jessica’s hair, Nicole’s eyes and Angelina’s lips) and books by how they read (think Harry Potter with a dash of Steele). "

"All our creations are re-creations, omelettes whipped up from yesterday’s leftovers."

I'm lovin this! Now here's my favorite part of the article:

" "In the beginning, God created ..." He composed. He assembled parts ex nihilo, "out of nothing." He spread out the canvas and drew His thumb across the celestial swath. We live in that Composition, on that Canvas; we are the parts He assembled. Herein lies our glory and our deficiency.

We create because we are like Him, but we cannot create like Him.

Unlike God, we cannot make something from nothing. Everything we shape, form, order and arrange requires something else. Like a celluloid hero, the laws of the medium bind us. Poets need language and its laws, for without it their craft is made moot. Some musical forms may push the boundaries, but sour notes are not tolerable—even by the most sophisticated. Architecture can be innovative, as long as the foundation is solid. Characters can be fresh, as long as they are believable. Art must correspond to Reality—in fact, it cannot do anything but that.

If art is the signature of man, as Chesterton suggested, then man is the signature of God. And every film, song, poem or novel, no matter how tired or twisted, is an echo of His original act. So let us borrow, bleed and recast the old, tell the Tale a thousand times over. Let us crush the berries, raise the chisel and strike up the band, for tonight we decompose. "

My favorite line in there is that "we create because we are like Him, but we cannot create like Him." It's just a reminder that our God is great and powerful and mighty, and as creative and imaginative as our human minds might be, God's imagination is. . . wow. . It's unimaginable.

Just like His love, we can't wrap our puny minds around Him because He's so big!! He's bigger than the stinkin universe! Whoa! I don't even know how big the universe is, but God's bigger?! We truly are just a grain of sand in His hands, but His vision is so intense that He can see into our hearts.

Kat said something today that I hadn't thought about in a really long time. "God doesn't care about the posture of your body. He cares about the posture of your heart."

i'm still working on the barnabas post, so please be patient. But i think i figured out what all this itch is about!

I have poison ivy. I'm positive of that. The only question was how I got it on my forehead, eyelid, neck and ear.. and forearms!!

The culprit: my pillowcase. . . .the traitor...

We went camping one night and we took our pillows with us. At one point during the trip, our pillows were on the ground, and I guess my pillow got onto a plant.

So I think that pretty much cracks that case. I shall continue to itch . . . and I will keep my antihistamines close and my caladryl closer. :o)

I can't stop itching !!!!!!!!


I have been attacked by chiggers (what a gross word) and I might have poison ivy on my eyelid. I have no idea how it could have gotten there . . . some odd transfer I'm sure.

More to come soon about Barnabas .. :o) Until then, I might have to duct tape some oven mitts to my hands, and I'll keep relying on my anti itch cream.

Oh the AGONY!!!!

Hey I forgot to add to that -- I will be leaving town tomorrow morning to go to Camp Barnabas!! Please pray for safe travel (I am driving!) and that God will just allow me to bless the kids in whatever way.

I'll be back June 17th . . . So yeah! Thanks!

WELL!

I had my interview today. I think it went okay. They asked some really really hard questions, but it was good because it made me really stretch my brain in ways I haven't had to do in a while. I'm still thinking about them too. It's kind of funny how your college education has an impact on your philosophy. Through academia, field experience, writing papers and over thinking everything

And I stopped mid sentence because I got a phone call.

It was the head of special services, one of the women I interviewed with. She had one more question to ask me, something about health benefits.

And then she proceeded to tell me that the interview went really well. And that she would be sending in the papers to the director of personnel, recommending me for the job.

YEAH! Read that again!!

That means I got the job!!!!!!!

WHOOP!

Praise to Jehovah Jireh!!!

YAY!!!

This is quite possibly one of the most difficult questions to answer of all time:

If you were stranded on an island with one of these men, who would you choose?

McDreamy? or McConaghey?






Yeah ... it's rough huh???? I still don't know my answer ...

Comment with your choice!