"that is my ninja way!"

i talk too much
it's time for some action

naruto talks too much
gaara talks too little (my favorite nonetheless)
rock lee talks a lot but works for it


"i am morpheus"

(to sasuke) "You know what? Here is what I believe. There are two different kinds of ninja. Those like you who are born with a natural talent and do not have to work at it. And those like me! The ones who have to train everyday of our lives!"

"...continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling."
Philippians 2:12b

a lesson from a houseless man

Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

i've come to realize that i compromise so many things when my emotions distort perception, God-given perception. fickle and fleeting as emotions are, i allow myself to sink in the quicksand of imprudence. Jeremiah said that the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately sick, who can understand it? (Jeremiah 17:9) God can, and He does. He searches me. He knows me. and although i'll never understand why, He loves me.

there's a homeless, i mean houseless, man sleeping next to me. he is snoring loudly, and there is a sticker on his hanes socks. he looks so peaceful. he must have had a hard day. but when he wakes up, he has to do it all over again. "it" -- define it however you want. the drone of life. the perpetual chase for temporary happiness. the routines. we have lost the fervor, the flame. i desire rest, not sleep. Jesus invites us, "Come all you who are weary, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:28). i'm banking on that invitation. but how selfish am i to keep that rest to myself? to seek that rest by myself? i think i'll buy the man with the hanes socks a burger king meal and stick a post-it note on the bag that says, GOD LOVES YOU (and sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to die for you). is he houseless? i'm not sure. i'm pretty sure. regardless, who would deny free food? but then again, there's only one Free Food.

"Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy? Listen diligently to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food."
Isaiah 55:1-2

umbrella

Your life's a song, so sing along before the silence swallows you and leaves you like a pawn.

i think i take life too seriously. scratch that. i know i take life too seriously. i wonder what got lost in translation. i feel distant. i feel far. yet, so close. there's so much chaos. yet, somehow there's peace. paradox. contradiction.

i've always wanted to journal regularly. after reading 'perks of being a wallflower' i bought a composition notebook and wrote for three consecutive days about small wonders. i came to realize that it's so difficult for me to develop a habitual pattern of journaling/blogging 'cause i feel that i always need to write something profound, to write something that will inspire those who come across my entries. why do i feel the need to impress in the most intimate of processes? my need to write eloquently prohibits me from, well, writing. it's all very sad.

i really love music. God is so creative and so good. His love is a melody in my soul. i love to lay (lie?) down on a field of grass, a bench, my bed, listening to my iPod. honestly, if i were to bring only three things on an island with me, it would definitely be 1) my Bread 2) my iPod 3) a good pair of shoes, i'm thinking my converse. but then again, i like to walk around barefoot. but then again, i want to explore the island and so need a sturdy pair of shoes to overcome all obstacles. oh, how i would love to just escape for a week, even a day, to an island and fall asleep in the warm sand, iPod in hand. escape. isolation. it's all very sad. but i'd love a break. i'm a coward.

like courage.

i'm doing this:


i want to do this:


"There is no fear in Love, but Perfect Love casts out fear."
1 John 4:18

beep

In our barcode media, love is often portrayed as consumption. As consumers in a commercial-driven culture, we can begin to view other souls as objects, or potential cures for our deepest fears and insecurities. "Perhaps if I found the right lover I would no longer feel this deep existential despair." But of course no human soul could be the Constant Other, the face that will never go away. Only the Infinite can fill that role. But the silence can be deafening. It's a fearful thing to be alone. Do you love me enough to let me go? "I can't live without you" - "I would die if you ever left me" - These are not the songs of love, these are the songs of consumption.

-- Jon Foreman

the secret's in the telling

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature ... When I want to do good, evil is right there with me ... What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God -- through Jesus Christ our Lord!

Romans 7:14-25

Lord, chisel away.