“The soul of a true Christian appeared like such a little white flower as we see in the spring of the year; low and humble on the ground, opening its bosom to receive the pleasant beams of the sun’s glory; rejoicing as it were in a calm rapture; diffusing around a sweet fragrancy; standing peacefully and lovingly, in the midst of other flowers round about; all in like manner opening their bosoms, to drink the light of the sun. There was no part of creature holiness, that I had so great a sense of its loveliness, as humility, brokenness of heart and poverty of spirit, and there was nothing that I so earnestly longed for.”
—Jonathan Edwards (Personal Narrative)
August 2010
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“I made a solemn dedication of myself to God, and wrote it down; giving up myself, and all that I had to God; to be for the future in to respect my own; to act as one that had no right to himself, in any respect. And solemnly vowed to take God for my whole portion and felicity; looking on nothing else as any part of my happiness, nor acting as if it were; and his law for the constant rule of my obedience; engaging to fight with all my might, against the world, the flesh, and the devil, to the end of my life. But I have reason to be infinitely humbled, when I consider how much I have failed of answering my obligation.”
—Jonathan Edwards (Personal Narrative)
i’ve got this great big dream for
something buried inside to come out.
but i don’t know what it is, and that just
leaves me feeling empty and ugly.
where can i keep these things i carry?
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
—Aldous Huxley
[after a golf commercial]
- Dad: How come Tiger wasn't there?
- Me: He must have been busy.
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Yukio Mishima was a Japanese writer who killed himself in ritualistic suicide. His last words were “I wonder if they even heard me.” I don’t want to go to my grave wondering if anyone ever listened. But I don’t know what to do now.
