deceit. nudity. forbidden love. revenge. homicide. car chases. violence. explosions. family values. materialism. commercialism. capitalism. gluttony. secrecy. romance. mission. loss. redemption. pleasure. friendship. forgiveness. community. seduction. diplomacy. diabolical banter. world-stopping hyperactivity. satire. hypocrisy. destruction. reconstruction. pain. growth. ruin. and wonder.
plus the soundtrack is the fruits of the combined efforts of ben folds and hans zimmer.
i would encourage everyone to see this movie.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
paria day four
an entry i penned during the walk through the canyon and desert that surrounds the twists and turns of the paria river in arizona/utah, an adventure that i shared a week ago with my trail mates: sparrow, friar, and mouse (aka laurence, ryan, and scott):
we were to walk with our Abba today and let Him let us share our dreams. 'what are your dreams?' is what we started the day with. and, 'let your heavenly Father whisper to you about you.'
my dreams, or the metaphors for them, are changing -- i still want to battle complacency, but my metaphor doesn't require bloodshed anymore - or at least not the involuntary shedding of another's blood.
now i dream of sculpting awareness into the everyday moments.
i dream of helping people become aware. aware of real life situations in our local and global communities. aware of the beauty and tragedy that spins together on this globe. aware of God. aware of eachother. aware of the cries for justice, the cries for friendship, the cries for acknowledgment. i want to help people be aware of things like hunger and warfare and sickness that exist unnecessarily; and to help people be aware that the way we live has an effect on these realities - helping the realities to become worse, allowing them to remain, or aiding in the solution. i want to help people be aware of their neighbors' hurts, or even to be aware that they have hurting neighbors who need to be loved actively, not ignored, not judged. i want to help people be aware of their connection to the earth, and aware of our general disregard for it. i want to help people be aware of our connection to eachother. i want to help people be aware of our connection to Someone who most of us call God. I want to help people be aware of the general truths of the teachings of the Christian church.
mingling hard won understanding of the spiritual life with the gritty, given details of the day to day. mingling action and contemplation, the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, heaven and earth.
i want to help people be aware in these ways and more, and i don't want to leave them there just as i don't want to be left there. i dream of joining together with the human beings around me to dance toward an appropriate response in thought, word, and deed. so i dream of being a part of a community of increasing and tangible awareness that is committed to God's dream of love and peace.
i hope for this dream to come true.
we were to walk with our Abba today and let Him let us share our dreams. 'what are your dreams?' is what we started the day with. and, 'let your heavenly Father whisper to you about you.'
my dreams, or the metaphors for them, are changing -- i still want to battle complacency, but my metaphor doesn't require bloodshed anymore - or at least not the involuntary shedding of another's blood.
now i dream of sculpting awareness into the everyday moments.
i dream of helping people become aware. aware of real life situations in our local and global communities. aware of the beauty and tragedy that spins together on this globe. aware of God. aware of eachother. aware of the cries for justice, the cries for friendship, the cries for acknowledgment. i want to help people be aware of things like hunger and warfare and sickness that exist unnecessarily; and to help people be aware that the way we live has an effect on these realities - helping the realities to become worse, allowing them to remain, or aiding in the solution. i want to help people be aware of their neighbors' hurts, or even to be aware that they have hurting neighbors who need to be loved actively, not ignored, not judged. i want to help people be aware of their connection to the earth, and aware of our general disregard for it. i want to help people be aware of our connection to eachother. i want to help people be aware of our connection to Someone who most of us call God. I want to help people be aware of the general truths of the teachings of the Christian church.
mingling hard won understanding of the spiritual life with the gritty, given details of the day to day. mingling action and contemplation, the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, heaven and earth.
i want to help people be aware in these ways and more, and i don't want to leave them there just as i don't want to be left there. i dream of joining together with the human beings around me to dance toward an appropriate response in thought, word, and deed. so i dream of being a part of a community of increasing and tangible awareness that is committed to God's dream of love and peace.
i hope for this dream to come true.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
ocean sides
apparently now that i'm back home (one of them) i won't be writing as much on this weblog.
that's kind of what i expected, but the past couple weeks have seen to its being true.
i will still write sometime probably.
still sifting through the emotions and realities that go along with being back on this side of the atlantic. believe it or not, this side of the atlantic is not far off from the other side. it is different, but not even mostly different, only some. there are people that need to be loved. there are moments that ought to be lived well - both intentionally and carelessly at the same time. there are responsibilities that are sometimes daunting, sometimes delightful. it's important (essential?) to share conversations and craft memories with others; just as it is to seek the hefty peace of God in solitude.
the public transportation in indy sucks, there isn't as much cobblestone, and it doesn't smell the same. but other than that..
that's kind of what i expected, but the past couple weeks have seen to its being true.
i will still write sometime probably.
still sifting through the emotions and realities that go along with being back on this side of the atlantic. believe it or not, this side of the atlantic is not far off from the other side. it is different, but not even mostly different, only some. there are people that need to be loved. there are moments that ought to be lived well - both intentionally and carelessly at the same time. there are responsibilities that are sometimes daunting, sometimes delightful. it's important (essential?) to share conversations and craft memories with others; just as it is to seek the hefty peace of God in solitude.
the public transportation in indy sucks, there isn't as much cobblestone, and it doesn't smell the same. but other than that..
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