The Call.

So today I was watching The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. And Lucy finally goes chasing after Aslan in a desperate attempt to find him. He asks her why didn't she come looking for him earlier. Her reply? The others called it foolish. And so, we are this way.

I hear the call, clear as day and chiming like a bird of the morning. But this world calls this call foolish and mythological. It's impossible is their reply. Stated like children who think themselves to grown up to play. But I, I will search for Judah's Lion. I will go when I hear it's voice. It is loud like the crashing of thunder, yet soft and sweet like the cooing of a dove. So I will constantly return to the call of this voice. No matter how far away, loud or soft the resonating chords may play. I will endure the journey, because at the journeys end I will find myself. For if I ignore this voice, doom is sure to follow me. So to the Lion of Judah, I will be a devoted follower. To this voice in my head I will listen, no matter how nonsensical it may sound to the world. Because it's this voice that will ultimately lead me home.

"Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?' And I said, 'Here am I. Send me!" -Isaiah 6:8

Hands

Our generation could really learn a lot from the book of Daniel. It seems to be how we try to be.

So our generation hasn't bee punished for it yet. The scary part is that the King fell at the very height of his power. Be careful America.

Happy happy day, the wine is pouring sweet. Why stop we here? Why stop we at all? Into the goblets it can go, ignore the hands of those around that warn of our destruction that foretell our own doom. But this is how we want it to be. So we raise the party lights and we clang our golden globes. Well round and round and round it goes. So you complained of your bad dreams and wondered why they happened. But you ignored the hands, you ignored, oh you ignored. So you finally saw the sketching on your pearly walls but it was all too late, much much too late. So this is the way it goes and what else can you expect? Because you ignored the hands, the rapturous ghostly hands.

"This is what these words mean: Mene means 'numbered' - God has numbered the days of your reign and has brought it to an end." -Daniel 5:26

Time.

I was thinking about Kari tonight, reading through some of the wall posts on her page. You were such an awesome person my friend. I just wish we would have had a little longer with you. You are missed. We love you.

Your beginning and your end are not the things that end up being what matters. It's what happened everywhere in between that made and continue to makes you who you are. Your beginning can't define you because you had nothing to do with it. It just so happened that you were there and so, you were. Your end has just as little to do with who you are, it is often out of our control. It happens almost always outside of our realm of view, making us powerless to alter it. But it's what happened in between these two points in time that make up you. The good things you did, and the good things you didn't do. The decisions you made for yourself and for others. Even if you didn't realize you were making a decision when the most important ones were made. This is what makes you who you were my friend. So we thank you for how you lived and loved. Because you loved, oh you loved. And let's not forget to those who love, true life is given. Though, let's not trick ourselves, trials do come. But the rest of your history is made substantial by how you handle these moments. So thank you for being you, even if what was in between was short for you it was lived to the fullest. And that, my friend, is more than many can say in a hundred years.

"Everything has its own time, and there is a specific time for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pull out what was planted." -Ecclesiastes 3:1-2