gorejr

On September 19, 2010, after graduating from high school, I flew to Portland, Maine from my home in Gilbert, Arizona. I did not know anyone there and I had never been there before. After picking up my giant backpack from baggage claim, I walked out of the airport. And that was as far as my plan went. I ended up in Missouri and eventually in Tunisia. You can read about my eight month tryst with God in the posts here. Now that the trip is over, the new adventure is college. I am a freshman at Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, VA. This blog will chronicle the moments I find filled with eternity as I try to further seek to understand everything and learn how to and why I should trust God.

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Thoughts on Trust & Resistance & Debt

I was born into a system constructed for failure

It’s a sinking ship being manned by drunken sailors

An escape artist behind the bars of a jailor

An asthmatic and they withhold the inhaler

If the shoe doesn’t fit what good is a tailor

In the midst of this crisis please cancel the gala

Without a symphony there’s no need for a prelude

To foreshadow what’s to come

See the secret committees, commence with their meetings

To make red tape in response to simple questions

Questions threaten the perception of the beneficial systems

A pyramid scheme with it’s cogs and it’s pistons

Mechanization of men, making more and more

Live in a miserable existence

How can so few, claim so many victims

And this begs the question

My rest is a weapon against the oppression

Of man’s obsession to control things

Look at the long line of make believe kings

The lord of the flies want’s you to kiss his ring

Follow new rules with invisible strings

And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme

How do good men become part of the regime

They don’t believe in resistance

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Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. Only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare!

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The words out of this man’s mouth come from a deep place. And he has found a way to present his ideas in a very beautiful and powerful way.

Encouraging | Frustrating | Confusing

Figuring out what to do with one’s life is an extraordinarily big thing. Not extraordinarily big enough to worry about. There is nothing big enough for that because there is nothing so big that God cannot wrap Himself around. Still, knowing that does not make anything less confusing. 

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Howling ghosts, they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear.
But you’re the king and I’m a lionheart.
And in the sea that’s painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck.
But you’re the king and I’m a lionheart.
And as the world comes to an end
I’ll be here to hold your hand
Cause you’re my king and I’m your lionheart.

Of Monsters & Men

As they sang, the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves.

J.R.R. Tolkien - The Hobbit

On my knees, I can see
Where my heart needs to be.
When this life gets to me,
I’ll be found on my knees.

Seryn

I have three things I’d like to say today. First, while you were sleeping last night, 30,000 kids died of starvation or diseases related to malnutrition. Second, most of you don’t give a shit. What’s worse is that you’re more upset with the fact that I said shit than the fact that 30,000 kids died last night.

Tony Campolo

Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.

Alan Keightley

In My Lover’s Arms

I really enjoy the idea of being alone with God. I like sleeping outside in the open air because I find, in that situation, it is impossible to ignore God’s presence.

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Fall & Stories & Hope

“If God were ever an adolescent artist in a disillusioned stage, fall would be His masterpiece.”

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For these seeds to give birth to life, first, they must die.

Jon Foreman

I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers, better dressed than any girl on her wedding day.

Jon Foreman

That Which Will Never Die

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