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A hermitudinal view of...stuff...



Sometimes, I think I have an overactive imagination. Then I look at something like this, and realize at least partially why God never gets's 'cause my imagination has nothing on His :)

Not even I'm geeky enough to truly appreciate this; it's before my time, really. Szrama might, or perhaps Kwong. No, the male Kwong, not the female one!

I'm a huge Rick Reilly fan, but this little experiment takes

Get ready for the Fourth.

posted by Bolo | 11:58 PM
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Oh. My. Goodness. The unthinkable has happened. No, Rob Smythe has not gotten a girlfriend. I said the unthinkable, not the unspeakable hope and darkest fear of half the respective female communities of Southern Seminary, Boyce College, and Immanuel Baptist Church. The unthinkable, people, the unthinkable: 'Drew has updated his blog.


posted by Bolo | 3:36 PM
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Cedarmore: The End

It's Friday, and with it, there enters in a semi-sweet case of melancholy. I'm glad to be back, really I am. But I want to be back there, too. Strange, but I'll never cease to be amazed how just a few days with people can make you really see Jesus in 'em. If those staff folks didn't love Jesus, I wouldn't want to be there. If those kids weren't being saturated with the immeasurable love of Christ, I wouldn't have been convicted to serve the way I was. If the LORD had not been honored and sought the way He was and is, I wouldn't have felt so refreshed to merely sit and soak it all in.

Yet all those "if's" are just that: "if's." And now, as I sit here in my room in Fuller Hall, I feel a little sad. A lot sad. I wonder about Josh, who came up to me on Wednesday night and asked me, "How do I get saved?"

Yes, that's what he asked me. The Rent-A-Staffer. The guy who was worried he'd hit one too many pressure points on the kid earlier in the day. The dumby who was worried he wasn't doing enough to recruit for his school; instead, he was reminded his first priority is recruiting for the Kingdom. Yeah, that's the question he asked me.

I wonder about the guys, and when they'll go raccoon hunting again. Probably tonight. I hope Jones' knee gets better, Mr. Holy Ground takes care of Flipper, and that Daniel gets rid of all that phlegm and gets as much coffee as he wants.

I wonder about Dustin, who told me last night he'd surrendered his life to ministry. I see that long, gangly goofball grinning at me, and I hope I see him at Boyce some day. Even more, I just hope I see him; he's a joy to be around, a joy to talk Jesus with.

I love the week I had; I wish I could go back and do it all over again. But I can't, and I won't. Instead, I'll sit in my room for a bit, and wonder...

posted by Bolo | 3:27 PM
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Cedarmore: SlurgeFest '06

See? I told you there was lots and lots of mud. Forget the students, the staff has the most fun!

posted by Bolo | 1:36 AM
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Cedarmore: Sluuuuuuurrrrrrge!

Oh. My. Goodness. Mud...lots and lots of mud. Pics to follow ;)

posted by Bolo | 6:48 PM
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Cedarmore: Day 4

It's just after lunch, and we're down to less than 24 hours left on the camp schedule. *Whew*.

I'm having a blast, but I'm also ready to get back; in a sense, I wish time would slow down for a little bit so I could spend a few days here and just chill. I don't think life will slow down for me, not in the least. Nor, for that matter, will the schedule here slow down so that I can blog the thoroughfare of thought thrumming through my brain. Oh well. Soon, very soon, I promise. Believe me when I say that I'm anxious to process all of it and get it out.

Until then...

posted by Bolo | 12:56 PM
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Cedarmore: Visuals

Check it out: The Hot Nerd!

I told this little one that one day when she's famous, I'll have this as proof that I actually did accomplish something in my life. I don't know what I'll have accomplished, but I figure it'll pass as proof ;)

Mr. Brent Gambrell, ladies and gents. Matt Maynard supposedly told him I'm a cool guy, so I've got the great responsibility to live up to that. Nerd. What'd he have to do that for?

Burcham's got that look in her eye. I don't know what look that is, but there it be!

Grass. Pretty grass!

Me and C.B. :)

posted by Bolo | 6:11 PM
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Cedarmore: Day 2

I find myself thinking constantly, "Wow, I have the easy job for the summer."

The staffers here are on their fourth week of camp, which equates to their fourth set of campers. The ebb and flow has certainly taken its toll; illness and injuries are certainly felt, but even more, I've seen hints and shadows of life continuing in all its painful and lonely certainty. In the midst of it all, I've witnessed a constant spirit of selfless servitude from these crazed staffers. And for the guy who has been monikered "Rent-A-Staff," this portrait of Jesus' heart beats in such a way as to pump vitality and eternal depth into everything I see.

I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad I have a Lord who does not cease to amaze, a Lord who finds joy in the wondrous complexity of the tiniest molecule, yet is immense enough to paint His creation across countless canvases we call galaxies. I'm glad my Lord is one who is infinitely wiser than I am, who delights in weaning me off the sin of self-reliance, who shows me the sweetness of His patience in teaching me how faithful He is in His love. Like Scott said, it's too good to be true; yet, true it is.

That's why they persevere, that's why they keep getting up each morning, pouring out their lives for Jesus. It's not because they have an immense measure of joy welling up in their hearts at every moment. Believe me, I've seen the puffiness of the eye-baggies, the reluctance of their limps; these staffers are very much human and finite. No, what keeps them going is the love their Lord has for them, for us, and the fact that His grace truly is sufficient. He meets them, and they, in turn, keep looking for Him.

posted by Bolo | 11:58 PM
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I'm cheating. Since I'm at camp, and I know that each and every one of you breathlessly awaits the moment a new post gets uploaded to the Blogger servers, I've decided not to take that pleasure away from you. Therefore, I've already pre-drafted some posts so that at a moment's notice, I can sneak away to Charlotte's laptop and whip up a new post for my adoring fans to enjoy ;)

Just don't let it become an idol!

Kidding, kidding.

Kind of ;)

posted by Bolo | 2:40 PM
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Cedarmore: Day 1

Day one at Cedarmore has come and gone, and...well...I'll probably make it to bed soon. Being that it's still before midnight, this is a confession that should not go by silently. I'm tired, but in a good way. There's quite a bit that happened, but seeing that I'd like to get to bed shortly, I'll convey just one short story that I think I'll remember for a long, long, long time.

I was sitting in the dining room, eating and chatting with Daniel, one of the guys on staff here. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of younger guys doing much the same. My guess is that they were somewhere probably lower classmen in high school, and not necessarily the most popular ones, either. Well, during the course of our respective meals, a young lady, roughly the same age as the guys at the other table, walked by the all-male table and started to converse with one of them. They obviously knew each other, but just as obvious was the fact that she was probably a part of the Pretty Crowd, whereas the guys at that table were not. Well, as she was getting ready to move on, another one of young men chimed in with something, to which she replied with all sweetness and sincerity a young lady of such stature could muster, "Oh yeah, I remember you!"

Daniel and I were rolling. I saw his eyes bug out as soon as she turned away, and his cheeks were a bright red. It didn't help, of course, that all of his buddies turned and looked at him like he just got a date with the homecoming queen. Daniel observed that she probably just made his day; I countered with the theory that she probably made his week ;)

posted by Bolo | 11:53 PM
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Manly Men

Quick thought that just hit me: the signup for Immaneul Baptist Church's men's retreat at Red River Gorge has a section that asks for the signee's preferred level of hiking, with easy, medium, and hard being the choices. Granted, I was only the third one to sign up, but both of the guys ahead of me, including myself, put down that we'd like a hard hike. Now, what I'm thinking is that guys being guys, we're probably going to try to tell ourselves we can do the hard hike...and subtly proclaim it to the world. Therefore, that's what we'll put down on paper. One can always wuss out and beg off the hard hike later on, with the proverbial "nagging knee/back/hip/ankle/spleen/eye/halitosis/itchyscratchycondition injury" as a more than adequate excuse. Especially when said nagging injury was acquired on a much manlier hike in one's days as a strapping young man.

The reason for this thought? I was just thinking about how I recently was sucking wind all the way up Olomana with Andrew (note that I included him in my wussiness...that's the manly thing to do!), and how we asked each other why in the world we thought a hike was a good idea :)

posted by Bolo | 10:02 AM
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Wow, Lau Lau!

Mr. Lau is evil.

posted by Bolo | 4:51 AM
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Yuppety Yup!

Random pictures from...oh...the past month or so. Whoa. Has it been that long already? Yeesh.

posted by Bolo | 8:16 PM
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I'm getting old. That sometimes makes me forget things. Such things include the fact that I'm supposed to return a plate to Kendra, that the best time to shave my head is not in the mornings just before church, and that Scott had told me not to tell Emily about our little trip to Dairy Queen for a quart of ice cream.

Oops. Busted.

I was reminded of this over lunch today at the residence of the aforementioned Mr. and Mrs. O'Neal. Scott told me I'd gotten him in trouble; when I realized the consequence of my little senior moment, I could only laugh. A lot ;)

posted by Bolo | 3:45 PM
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Old School

The Old School block is updated. Click away, if you so desire.

posted by Bolo | 12:54 AM
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Remember when I nearly died last month? Well, it seems that I neglected to mention yet another reason why death's resounding knock was so thunderous.

Send the future. This kind of reminds me of The Lake House, except...well...not nearly so romantic or convoluted.

Wanna get jiggy with the World Cup? Wanna get yo' jig on geek style? Stream the ASCII, baby ;)

You'll hate me. I promise, you will. Go ahead. Click away. And tell me how much of your life I've wasted ;)

posted by Bolo | 7:08 PM
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Psalm 96
Sing to the LORD a new song; sing to the LORD, all the earth. Sing to the LORD, bless His name; proclaim good tidings of His salvation from day to day. Tell of His glory among the nations, His wonderful deeds among all the peoples. For great is the LORD and greatly to be praised; He is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are idols, but the LORD made the heavens. Splendor and majesty are before Him, strength and beauty are in His sanctuary. Ascribe to the LORD, O families of the peoples, ascribe to the LORD glory and strength. Ascribe to the LORD the glory of His name; bring an offering and come into His courts. Worship the LORD in holy attire; tremble before Him, all the earth. Say among the nations, "The LORD reigns; indeed, the world is firmly established, it will not be moved; He will judge the peoples with equity." Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all it contains; let the field exult, and all that is in it, then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy before the LORD, for He is coming, for He is coming to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples in His faithfulness.

In reading this psalm early (very early) this morning and again later this morning, I smiled at several things. I won't comment on those things, since I want to mull over them for a while in my head. One thing I do want to point out, however, is the last verse, particularly the last portion that says, "He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples in His faithfulness."

That proclamation is not good news. At least, not for those who know the character of God. From this Psalm alone, we know that God is the one who made the heavens, He is glorious, He is to be feared, and we are to tremble before Him in "holy attire." For people that are undeniably unholy (every single human that I've ever met or seen), this declaration of God's coming judgment cannot be good, nor is it something to make one happy. Why is this? God is righteous, and must be faithful to His holy name. If He were not, and merely looked over sin without judging it, He would be unfaithful, and therefore, would cease to be God. That's absurd, and it won't happen. Yet, that's precisely how absurd it is for us to think that God will gloss over our sin; it just isn't going to happen, because it can't!

Why, then, do I read this psalm with joy? The answer is absurd: God killed His own Son on a cross in order to make atonement for the sins that I would have been punished for, then raised Him from death in a glorious victory over sin and death. The righteous and faithful judgment that the psalmist proclaims takes on an entirely new light when one considers this, because now the righteousness spoken of is the righteousness of God's Son that I now claim as my own, and the faithfulness spoken of is the faithfulness that God has to save those whom He clothes in the righteousness of His Son.

posted by Bolo | 12:25 PM
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I Remembered!

I'm talking to my mommy right now. Yup. Be proud of me, all who appropriately chide me for not calling her more often. What's the reason for this boast? In her words, "Well, you're the first." The first of what? Why, the first of her seven children to wish her a happy birthday, of course! I'm cheating,'s the 24th of June here, and barely so, but it counts :)

posted by Bolo | 12:46 AM
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Put the three of us (me, Boss, and Uch) together, and inevitably, we're rolling. Why? We're a bunch of baboozes. Well...I'm a babooze...a big one...and I always seem to do something to make us die laughing. Want evidence? Just watch and listen! The piano in the background is being played by some lady we didn't even know. Kawamura, bless her heart, had to put up with our antics. Then again...

posted by Bolo | 11:30 PM
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Journaling Along the Journey

The following are all excerpts from journal entries. Some are definitely more recent than others, some are so old I thought to myself as I read them, "That really happened?"

Wednesday, May 18, 2005
What does the summer hold? What fruit shall I bear to Your glory, Lord? I told Brian the other night that what must be of import is personal, inward holiness, and not merely external cleanliness. befits Your house, O Lord! I overlook that very, very quickly. What does holiness mean? What does a heart that is holy look like? Holy, holy, are the Holy One of Israel, the one worthy of all glory, honor, and praise. *Sigh*...such words fail, though! My heart is numb, Lord! Your gospel is not burning within me! Where is the desperation that ought to be pouring forth from my heart? Where is the broken and contrite heart of Your beloved ones? Oh Lord, in Your faithfulness, do not forsake me, do not leave me! Help me, heal me, for from You only does my help and salvation come.

Saturday, January 1, 2000
Wow, first time I wrote "00" for a date!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005
I'm on the way home, flying somewhere over the continent as I write. So much has been going on. Grandpa died Saturday. I'm not sure how I feel about that...sad...happy...uncertain...numb...removed...*sigh*. I don't know. Saturday, I was in the room, praying and reading Scripture, trying to get a right perspective on things. Still, I don't know, ya know? People have been great, and those who've heard have been very caring. *Sigh*...but what of it? Where's my heart? Do I even want to be at home for the right reason? Is my heart in the right place? Am I walking in righteousness? I don't know! *Sigh*...

Saturday, January 15, 2000
The shocking part was when Andrew told me that he had started to develop these "feelings" for girls; not necessarily for one girl, but for girls in general. (If he starts acting funny, I'm going to have to shoot him.) We came up with a term for this effect: "Melting," since he's Iceman, and the "ice" toward the opposite sex is melting. I told him that I was both happy and distressed for him.

Monday, June 5, 2006
He's married. It's hard to believe, it seems to be all so unreal, but Andrew is married. Wow. It's 1:30 in the morning, and I'm sitting at the table in Grandma Chang's house. It's not sad to me that Andrew isn't here; if anything, I'm happier for the solitude, 'cause that means that he and Sandi really and truly are married. That, more than anything else right now, brings me joy. How many times had we spoken about it? How many times had we pondered what You had in store for us, Lord? Little did either one of us ever suspect that it would be like this. Yet, I daresay that it couldn't have been any more perfect than this.

Tuesday, September 2, 2003
Today is Scott's birthday. He's a whole 20 years longer a teenager. I treated him to lunch in the cafeteria; classy stuff :)

Thrusday, February 6, 2003
Goose told me last night that he and Michelle are getting married on the 4th of May. That *bleep*. I checked the syllabus, and the day after is the only class day where I don't have a quiz or something.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005
It was two years ago today. A flight out of Honolulu, going to LAX, and life would change forever. Nothing would ever be the same, nothing would go back to normal. So much has happened since I first left, so much has much has been for the better? Lord, I'm still that scared little boy that didn't know if he'd ever come home again. I'm still trying to figure out if I'll belong...ever again.

Saturday, January 4, 2002
The days creep by, one by one, and it seems so strange to think that I'm leaving Hawai'i. Home. I know, I know, we are never truly at home until we are with You, Lord, yet I'm still very much in love with what I have here. It's not easy to leave...but I know that I must, no matter how crazy it seems. There's so much to experience, so much to grow through. I feel, like Brian said, that I must step out of the boat and onto the water. I'm scared, Daddy. I don't know what will happen to me, or how I'll handle the things that will occur. So I pray for Your guidance, for Your wisdom, for Your provision. I ask that You flood my heart with Your hope...glorious, beautiful, strengthening hope, that does not succumb to the lies of Satan, but is founded upon Your promises, and upheld by Your sovereign hand.

Saturday, August 17, 2002
I remember talking to Kathy Uchida a couple weeks ago, and she said something that's stuck with me...she said I try so hard to understand You, and I get very frustrated when I don't "get it" as fast as I'd like. Maybe another part of Your grace is the slowness, the difficulties, the struggles that come with dealing with myself and learning to accept Your love and grace.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Scott O'Neal. I remember meeting him at the Spring Retreat. That was the start a blessed friendship! I remember praying with him at was the first of many such prayer walks. I remember the day he took me home in Caleb's truck, and he asked me to for "a favor," wanting to be able to confide in me. Wow...

Tuesday, December 28, 1999
Brian and I are quickly becoming very good friends...we feel as if we can trust each other implicitly. The accountability we have is something I've gone through life without, and I don't want to do that any more.

Friday, August 24, 2001
Brian leaves today...I move today...I feel the change of yet another season.

Sunday, May 11, 2003
I'm sitting in Pu'unui Park right's somewhere near midnight. In some ways, I wish dawn would never come, so I could just sit here and be with You and not leave again. I love it here. Some nights I'd come and watch the moon rise over the Ko'olau mountain range, wordlessly caught in an agonized awe of what my eyes saw and my soul beheld. Others would find me walking and talking to You, praying for Family, complaining about them, or simply pondering "stuff." Now, as I sit here, I cannot help but yearn for all the days past and all that they mean. I wonder how much I missed, how I could have done things differently. I guess there are all sorts of "what if's" and "woulda, coulda, shoulda's," but I don't think that's where my focus needs to be, is it, Lord? *Sigh*...I'm weak, foolish, arrogant, and wayward. Open my eyes to see what You want me to see, and grant me the grace to trust You as I am unfolded before You.

posted by Bolo | 5:10 PM
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Pablizzle: we'll bowl when you get back. My skills may surpass your own, they may not. The latter is far more likely. Thus, it will be competitive.

Besides, I'm sure I look Thai enough that bowling with me might just kick in a little nostalgia ;)

posted by Bolo | 10:37 AM
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I Miss You...

Once upon a time, I had a friend. My friend would cuddle with me, play with me, even sometimes sing me to sleep. I miss my friend.


Aaaahhhh, those were the days! I always felt like a l33t g33k when I'd have Metallica's Enter Sandman thrumming through those bad boys as I ran through one of Quake II's classic maps...The Edge, Tokay's Towers, The Frag Pipe, Lava Tomb...

I still remember how the major weapons were configured in my cfg file (WASD, of course):

3 - Super Shotgun
E - Hyperblaster
5 - Chaingun
Q - Rocket Launcher
R - Railgun
T - BFG (But who used that, right?)

Man, I really miss gaming like that. It's a good thing I don't play anymore. It'd be bad. Really bad. 'Cause I wouldn't stop 'til I was good again. Why do I bring this up? Because instead of my beloved HD 580's, which were last seen "somewhere" in Mary's house, I now sport the earphones that are pictured here. Believe me, listening to some old Metallica, Jack, Iz, Hapa, or Miles Davis just isn't the same. It's the audiophile in my soul. Trust me, there's no better way to show your ears you love 'em than a pair of these. *Sigh*...Steak Sauce would be immensely proud.

posted by Bolo | 9:49 AM
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Up Close and Personal

Patrick's great idea was to take all of these absurd pictures of him and me and turn them into a little post. He even came up with the title, seeing that in all the shots, I'm really up close, and he's a little...uhhh...well..."personal."

posted by Bolo | 10:05 PM
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"It Comes in Quarts?"

So. We're in Honeycutt, talking to Chris Shipley, and we'd just been wondering where we were going to go, and what we were going to do. It occurs to me that we should probably do a cone run to procure ice cream of some sort, because it's been pretty much forever since Scott and I have done such a thing. As soon as our conversation with Shipley is over, Scott turns to me and says that we should go to Dairy Queen for ice cream.

There's a reason I love Scott O'Neal :)

We'd heard from Nathan Fullerton that you can purchase a quart of their ice cream for the same price as one of their single scoop cones (or something like that). We'd heard correctly.


posted by Bolo | 6:06 PM
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A Little Lovin'

The following is an excerpt from a recent journal entry. As such, it is raw in its form, particularly since that which is written into my journal flows forth in a rather fluid and unstructured manner. Paths of thought are left inexplicably untrodden, while others are traversed methodically, if languorously. At least, they are in my mind. Who knows what you'll see as you read...

Ephesians 3:14 - 19
For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with all power through His spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend together with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.

We are "rooted and grounded in love." In love we are predestined (1:4, 5), and because of the great love with which God loved us, even while yet sinners, He made us alive together with Christ (2:4). There is a sense in which God's love, both in type and deminsion, becomes completely "other than." I cannot grasp what causes God to predestine us; in many ways, it seems to be a very cold and arbitrary thing, for I myself do not love that which is not already lovely. But we did not give God any reason to love us, or to have mercy on us. There is no loveliness, nor any worth within us that we should be saved. He gave that which is most precious and lovely to Him to save that which is most unlovely and without worth, worthy of wrath. We are, in our sinful state, unable to truly comprehend and love that which is lovely and loveable, particularly that which is most lovely and most loveable, and infinitely and deservedly so.

Therefore, to be rooted and grounded in love is to be essentially and fundamentally changed, but not by ourselves! It is God who has foreknown and orchestrated and carried out this change, having predestined us to be united with Christ. Having been made alive, then, we live as those who are alive. And what does life grant us? For our physical beings are still perishing, and are to be considered in light of our new lives in Christ. Very central to our new lives is the ability to love and love truly, for love outside of Christ, while possibly mirroring or shadowing the greater majesty of God's own perfect and infinite and eternal love that has been and is being communicated to us in Christ with breathtaking intimacy, applied and sealed by the Holy Spirit, is a love that must and will fail. In other words, love that is not from and in and to Christ's glory is not a love worthy of pursuit, for it simply falls short of the free and merciful offer of salvation that brings us into perfect commune with God, He who is infinitely loving and lovely. Part of the change He renders within us is the ability to love even that which is unlovely, for we now love for His sake, that others might be changed to know the love of our great and holy God.

posted by Bolo | 11:24 AM
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Morning Profundity

They had Ethiopian this morning, the second time this week. Whenever Java brews those earthy African beans as their dark roast, I'm a happy little coffee snob. What made the morning cup even better was that Chriyus was sitting across from me, inviting me in that slow-as-syrup Alabama drawl of his to tell him what the Lord's been doing in my heart.

I told him about my conversation with Smythe from the day before, how Rob reminded me that God's holiness is our refuge, not our cause for fear, and that reading our bibles or praying more isn't going to save us or make us any more righteous in God's sight. I told the skinny southerner that I've been brought to my knees time and time again when I slow down to consider who God is, how sufficient He is to meet my every need...and also when I realize that my consideration of Him isn't nearly sufficent enough. Even in the midst of a busy summer schedule, I find a hushed restlessness that keeps me thinking about Jesus, one that ignores the phone calls and the supposed need to do "something." When I sit in Seneca Park, with the blades of grass reaching for rays of sunlight that have taken flight from a zillion miles away, I think of how every intricate and wonderful thing around me was conceived by His marvelously intricate and infinitely wonderful mind. When I sit alone at night, I wonder why all the questions in my heart seem to shift and change like the shadows dance on my wall, and why the elusive answers to those fickle questions always bring me back to the promises I have in Jesus. When I open my reluctant and very Asian-slanted eyes to find that God has indeed granted me life and breath for another day, I ponder why someone as irrational and unloving and insignificant as I would be as righteous and loved and precious in God's sight as I am.

When I think about it, it doesn't seem that God is teaching me anything new or profound right now; rather, He's showing me how profound are the things He's already taught me...and how I've been missing it.


posted by Bolo | 1:20 AM
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Boss has a way with much so, that I, too, forget where I am when I read this.

posted by Bolo | 4:22 PM
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Take Me Out...

I love baseball. I love hard-nosed, get-your-uniform-dirty, don't-step-on-the-foul-lines baseball. I love the gritty dirt you get stuck between your toes from taking several extra buckets of grounders at short, the quick flinches from the guys in the dugout when you cup-check 'em, the nose-wrinkling, skunk-rivaling smells of practice jerseys, and the eager anticipation of breaking in a new glove - just to get it feeling all beat up and soft and wrinkly like the old one your mom made you throw away...but hid under your bed instead. I love the nicknames (my high school had Goat Boy, Toilet Boy, and Ducky, to name a few), the ridiculous stories behind the nicknames (don't ask about mine), the chatter between innings, the unspoken ethics of the game, and a crisp, clean, 6-4-3 inning-ending double play...with the bases loaded. I love watching a catcher strap on his gear like he's strapping on his armor, the understood isolation a starting pitcher gets on gameday, the games of cat and mouse between the infielders and baserunners, and rally caps. *Sigh*...I love baseball. I've got a sneaky feeling that these guys do, too ;)

posted by Bolo | 1:52 PM
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More Yup Yup!

A bunch of these never got tossed up, mostly 'cause I went home shortly after they were taken. But here they are :)

By the way, does anyone else remember when Blind Brandon's hair made his head look like a mushroom?

posted by Bolo | 9:29 AM
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