the heart of a man is like deep water...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Scoreboard of Catan
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
deep within us - no matter who we are - there lives a feeling of wanting to be lovable, of wanting to be the kind of person that others like to be with. and the greatest thing we can do is to let people know they are loved and capable of loving.
love isnt a perfect state of caring. it's an active noun like struggle. to love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.
there is only one thing that evil cannot stand and that is forgiveness
love and trust, in the space between what's said and what's heard in our life, cant make all the difference in this world.
- the genius of Mr rogers
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
love isnt a perfect state of caring. it's an active noun like struggle. to love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.
there is only one thing that evil cannot stand and that is forgiveness
love and trust, in the space between what's said and what's heard in our life, cant make all the difference in this world.
- the genius of Mr rogers
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
(i apologize for the language in some of these quotes. i feel like you will be able to look past the word choice of characters in a script to the meaning behind the words)
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
You're not perfect sport, and let me save you the suspense, this girl you've met she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.
Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
there will be bad times, but they'll just wake you up to the good ones you were missing
You're sitting on a winning lottery tickey and you're too big of a pussy to cash it in.
maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels
...I have to go see about a girl...
"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
You're not perfect sport, and let me save you the suspense, this girl you've met she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.
Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
there will be bad times, but they'll just wake you up to the good ones you were missing
You're sitting on a winning lottery tickey and you're too big of a pussy to cash it in.
maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels
...I have to go see about a girl...
"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Monday, April 05, 2004
soft moonbeams cast shadows on damp grass
thoughts of things that never last
memories flood back from nights past
and take me away
the song of joy i find on my lips
the inner scream i never earned
like hot coffee taken in small sips
too much, too hot, too fast
leaves you feeling burned
this is what ive learned
this is what ive known
this is my life
it's all i own
so up, so down
so inside out
so confusing and dichotomous
God, i know i need to trust you.
i just wish you would stop making me
God, i know you love me
i just wish you wouldn't take the rest away
all i know...
is the bleeding in my heart
and the healing in your touch...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
thoughts of things that never last
memories flood back from nights past
and take me away
the song of joy i find on my lips
the inner scream i never earned
like hot coffee taken in small sips
too much, too hot, too fast
leaves you feeling burned
this is what ive learned
this is what ive known
this is my life
it's all i own
so up, so down
so inside out
so confusing and dichotomous
God, i know i need to trust you.
i just wish you would stop making me
God, i know you love me
i just wish you wouldn't take the rest away
all i know...
is the bleeding in my heart
and the healing in your touch...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Friday, April 02, 2004
yet again amazed at God's presence when i dont expect it. being confronted and convicted and challenged. it is a great place to be and im loving being in His presence again and just soaking up His love. here are some of the verses that have meant a lot to me in the past couple days and have reminded me what is really important and have convicted me in a couple cases. here is the revelation that induces change. change that hurts and that my flesh hates and fights. but it is who i am called to be. it is who i want to be. it is time that i lived up to it.
"The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it" John 1:5
"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12
"For you were once in darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of the light (for the fruit oof the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret. But everything exposed by the lifht becomes visible..." -Eph. 5:8-13
"'In your anger do not sin': do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold." Eph. 4:26-27
"Be compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as Christ God forgave you." Eph. 4:32
"and pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests..." -Eph. 6:18
"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Gal. 6:9
"...let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth..." 1 John 3:18
"We love because he first loved us." 1 John 4:19
"...for a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him." 2 Peter 2:19
reasons few have i to go back again
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
"The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it" John 1:5
"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12
"For you were once in darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of the light (for the fruit oof the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret. But everything exposed by the lifht becomes visible..." -Eph. 5:8-13
"'In your anger do not sin': do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold." Eph. 4:26-27
"Be compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as Christ God forgave you." Eph. 4:32
"and pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests..." -Eph. 6:18
"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Gal. 6:9
"...let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth..." 1 John 3:18
"We love because he first loved us." 1 John 4:19
"...for a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him." 2 Peter 2:19
reasons few have i to go back again
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
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