libros deciembre

under the overpass by mike yankoski
these two suburban college guys decided they wanted to find out what it's like to be homeless. so they lived on the street for 5 months. then one of them wrote about it.
i've been wanting to read this book for a while just because... well, that's different. but i was surprised by how much it affected me. it absolutely made me rethink the way i look at & act around people.
read it. then come find me so we can talk about it.

i also read a book called england's jane by julianne locke which just goes along with the total jane austen kick that my sister & i have been on lately. in the last few weeks we've watched sense & sensibility, an old version of emma, & the new pride & predjudice (which i had waited til now to see -- & loved way more than i thought i would.) now i'm thinking about re-reading pride & predjudice, & i'm trying to get my hands on an austen biography by gill hornby, nick hornby's sister. apparently it's not on amazon, so if you find it let me know...

eve

"the celebration of advent is possible only to those who are troubled in soul, who know themselves to be poor & imperfect, who look forward to something greater to come. for these, it is enough to wait in humble fear until the Holy One himself comes down to us, God in the child in the manger. God comes. the Lord Jesus comes. christmas comes." --dietrich bonhoeffer

my favourite bolivian...

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a killer christmas

hey -- download the killers new christmas song, a great big sled, from itunes for 99cents, 100% of which goes directly into the global fund, to help fight aids in africa. yay (red).

home

home. a constant topic on my mind lately as i try to figure out where in the world i am supposed to go next. nowhere feels like home lately. as sarah plain & tall said, 'there is always something to miss, no matter where you are.' i have never regretted the nomadic way that i grew up. i can name a million things that i have as a result of travel that i would never have without it. but there is a loss that comes along with moving so much. the last few days i have felt that loss so strongly in my indecisiveness about the future. i am weary of having no roots. can i trust the God that has led me this far to lead me in the new blankness of the future?

happy birthday to you.

happy 22nd, mine sister.

from c. s. lewis...

'It is always shocking to meet life where we thought we were alone. "Look out!" we cry, "it's alive." And therefore this is the very point at which so many draw back -- I would have done so myself if I could -- and proceed no further with Christianity. An "impersonal God" -- well and good. A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads -- better still. A formless life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap -- best of all. But God Himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, king, husband -- that is quite another matter. There comes a moment when the children who have been playing at burglars hush suddenly: was that a real footstep in the hall? There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion ("Man's search for God!") suddenly draw back. Supposing we really found Him? We never meant it to come to that! Worse still, supposing He had found us?'

from teresa of avila...

'oh God, i don't love you, i don't even want to love you, but i want to want to love you!'