Saturday, February 19, 2005

The Electronic Shoe Box

Shoeboxes make wonderful storage containers. I love going through old shoeboxes. You might find some old letters, baseball cards, and maybe some money that has taken a vaction from the economy. My laptop has its shoeboxes too. They are the old file folders where papers and projects from classes forgeten rest. Today I opened up a file and I would like to share some words written in a day long forgotten.

I saw your face today
It looked different
There was love in your eyes
Something I couldn’t see before

Your hands looked different today
So did your side

I guess that is what happens to your body when you die
Die upon a cross
To save people
Who are lost

But lost from what? Or where?
Am I on a journey?
A voyage to a place unknown?

Why the cross?
Why the pain?
Why the lost?

Would I tread the path you took?
Would I sip the drink?
A poison
A prescription
A remedy for the pain

I can now look into your face
I can now see the love in your eyes
I take your hand
You take mine

Saving grace

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Oxy Clean

I use a generic Oxy Clean, but is that extra boost worth the cost when half your clothes fall into that layer of grim on the laundry room floor that is right in front of the dryers?


Lesson on Time Management Posted by Hello

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Lessons on Time Management

Today I would like to offer a refresher course on the skill of Time Management. It is quite easy to plan everything in your life to the point that you are not living, but simply checking off a very long to-do list. Sometimes the best way to manage your time is to waste time. Instead of rushing to your next class or appointment, take the time to look around. Listen! Look!

I like to talk to the Birds that nest on top of our Administration building. I believe that look at us and laugh. Sometimes I look up and listen to them. I hear them saying, "Look at these people of God rushing around trying to learn more about God, but they ignore all of God's crying out to them. They won't take the time to see his love notes written in the clouds, or hear his sweet songs on the wind, nor will they laugh and admire his creation. Why have they been fooled into believing that God exists in an unread textbook?"

The next time you see those birds on top of the administration building wave to them, and listen to them.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Welcome to Wilmore

Hello World, I have entered into the Blog. I hope I can find my way out.