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Thursday, March 02, 2006

i've got joy.. and it's all bubbling up inside. la di da.

Oh well, i'm feeling really relieved. Last night, i stayed up to finish marking my last stack of student assignments till 2am. And that sense of completion was such a weight off my mind. i have nothing truly inspiring happening at the moment but who cares. the insignificant details in life are all wonderful bite sizes for me right now.

I'm beginning to pray again. Reading arthur katz's books again somehow has stirred something in my soul. I feel like i'm finally stepping over a barrier that has been in my life for quite some time and all this has nothing to do with my striving or grovelling on the ground. The time i spent in frustration has led me to a single conclusion of how i am truly empty without Christ in my life. There is not a thing in this world that can comfort me and pull me through, except the thought that there is a life to live in eternity, a life that is to be lived in a kingdom where He reigns, where love never fails and goodness is actually palatable to the senses... sweetness at every turn. My identification with that fact is slowly but surely changing and turning my life around. And I thank God for the frustrations that lent me this opportunity.

Katz said that the church has to grapple and own this concept of eternity, if it wishes to be the apostolic church called by God that will truly astound the world. And that is something i wish that my writings will also be a vessel of. I think that every true poet has moments of brushes with the eternal realm of God. Not to mean that poets merely articulate what is universally recognised by men but poets, those that i identify with, may have found in moments, the ability to contain the potential and power of the eternal and everlasting in the fraility of language that crumbles away like dust. It is almost as if the grace of God has been given such that earthly frames can contain the reality and power of God.

sorry for rambling. But it never ceases to amaze me how the word/Word can contain all the workings and miracles of God. And i just have to write it down even though it may seem like jibberish and foolish talk, so that i can understand this a whole lot better when next i read it again.

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