illuminate

exams in one week - some studying, lots of trying to study. my study table:


"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." -Galatians 2:20

I still often feel driven by the things, emotions, and values of this world. How my life would be different to have one singular purpose and passion to know Christ and him crucified (1 Cor. 2:2). I still see the world the way the world wants me to see, yet I know there is another light by which all things are seen in reality, in the light of what Christ has already done for me.

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
look full in his wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
in the light of his glory and grace."

something every now and then

went to the camera store today - apparently the high-pitch whine is in all the in-store models they had, too, including the leica variant. so it's here to stay - i can live with it...but will little kids and puppies cover their ears and run away?

my goal: take a picture to post here every now and then about...something.

today, my apartment - it's old, probably out of the 1950s. i live on the 11th floor; everything is old, from the appliances, to the counter-tops, to the heater, to the window blinds.

i must admit, today was not one of my better days.

how are you doin?

there was a man with one leg, sitting in a wheelchair sitting outside, kitty-corner (that must be a midwesterner's word...) from the national city bank branch downtown. mind you, it's not quite 20 degrees outside, and who knows what the windchill is - i am shivering in my hoodie, northface fleece and gloves. i can hear the individual coins rattling in the cup he's shaking. i notice he's lifting himself up several steps to get into a food/marketplace area that is warm. then he looks at me.

all i can muster up is, "how are you doin?"

he sighs. "oh, hanging in there. that's all you can do."

i give my straight face and nod, then cross the street.

never saw him again. probably won't ever see him again.

seriously? "how are you doin?" is that it? is that all i can do? is that all i really did?