just polishing off a great diet coke this evening. and yes, there is such a thing between great diet cokes and medocre to not so great diet cokes. said diet coke...great.
but before this tangent continues to string itself into a hole, i'll retreat to my original thoughts.
mainly, that i should try to write a little holiday pre amble. you know a praliday...or prehamble...whatever, here's where my minds been this week.
the tree is done. most presents nicely wrapped. the weather is even getting colder (although yes, just now i killed one mosquito...but they fly slower in the cold season, so they don't stand a chance against my stealthlike prowess.)
and its around this time i funnel my thoughts towards reflection. walking down a year's worth of paths, revisiting lessons learnt, faces and lives that impressed their prints upon my own. a year's worth of life journeyed and laid as a pilgrim's map for the steps yet to trod in the year to come.
and i also think about hope. and thanks to the words of a man i've never met, but would someday like to shake his hand for his preaching that sparked a revolution of sorts in my heart: somethings moving, shifting, catching in my guts again.
i guess the dryest kindling fuels the best fires, so in some ways, my heart's been in the right condition to have a rekindling of sorts. so, Mr David Landt, if you ever read this, thanks for feeding some hungry sheep in Kolkata over this advent season.
hope. if we can't live in hope of Christ's hand moving and His Kingdom coming here, then how could i stand to live here and love among my friends. what could i have to offer.
as advent comes to a close and we culminate our celebretions with a SB party alongside our beautiful kolkata family, goat biryani (and of course the debut of a previously mentioned sparkle-fest 99 salwar suit) i realize again that i get to watch hope lived. hope incarnate. jesus in and among us, working, reviving, renewing, and making all things new. including this lonely desperate heart of mine. he can make us all new. amazing really.
please continue to pray for Imagination, i want to push ahead, whisk her away into a new life. but sometimes we have to wait. and with our friends until they're ready to accept change.
oh and one last random window from today. kristin and i went on a motorcylce trip to the botanical gardens today with two kiwis and two great bengali friends of ours. imagine kristin and i flying through the kolkata streets behind two bengalis! ha! what a sight. i always love a good motorcylce trip, if anyone's up for moving to kolkata simply to whisk me around behind them on a motorcycle you have my permission.
ok more to come, now off to the kitchen for vegetable chopping and partaking in tasty kristin keen original recipe tomato soup.
2 comments:
That David Landt is a good man.
you bet he is, thanks for sharing him with us. he's ripped my face off this season, and you can tell him i said that. if i lived in your neck of the woods i'd definitely go to his church.
peace temp. see ya in few months, eh???
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