Half-hearted Creatures

Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased!
-C.S. Lewis

Music and Lyrics

You know I’ve got this theory, there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyrics people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They’re the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5 minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Um, then there’s the music people, like Brooke. Who could care less for the lyrics as long as it’s got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyrics girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that. And for me it’s usually song lyrics.
-Peyton Sawyer [Hilarie Burton] from One Tree Hill

Haiti Lives

Something controversial here…

Saving someone beneath the Haiti earthquake rubble:
A life rescued from hell, or a life snatched from heaven?

The World of Horseradish

To a worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish.
-Malcolm Gladwell

L’amor

Dedicated to my friends who are closet revolutionaries… You know who you are!

Lisa Howard: What is the most important quality for a revolutionary to possess?

Ernesto Che Guevara: L’amor.

Cuban Diplomat: [translating] Love.

Lisa Howard: Love?

Cuban Diplomat: Love of humanity… of justice and truth. A real revolutionary goes where he is needed.

From the movie, Che: Part One

Unconquered

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Snowflakes

We are all like snowflakes.

Unique, beautiful and painfully small. Yet when we come together, we can stop traffic and ground planes.