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He is jealous for me

// April 1st, 2010 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

Just wanted to share this song because it has been coming up a lot over the last couple weeks (we were rocking it in New York, thanks Minnow) and it has been awesome to see how the song has touched people.

“He is jealous for me.”

Meditate on that for a while.

Lyrics:
He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory
And I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me

Oh how he loves us, so
Oh How he loves us, how he loves us so

We are his portion and he is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes
If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking
So, heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way

He loves us

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Unlikely Heros

// March 31st, 2010 // 6 Comments » // Uncategorized

I saw a lot of interesting things over the last week serving in New York City. That tends to happen when you are working in strange and often uncomfortable situations. There is a clear favorite though.  As I finished walking around the city with my friend Hannah, talking to homeless people and handing out sandwiches, I made my way to Penn Station to talk to D’jango. D’jango is a homeless man I had the opportunity to talk to 3 or 4 times. As we approached the area where D’jango usually hangs out, I saw 2 homeless men sleeping on the ground and a woman standing over one of them talking. The man responded and the woman moved to the other man to see if he was awake. Realizing he was asleep, she  proceeded to take his bag and start rifling through it. Unsure what to do and in shock that we were witnessing this woman robbing homeless people, we stood motionless. As the woman started walking away with the bag, we followed tentatively, still unsure of whether it was prudent to take action.

Then 3 young women, passing through Penn Station on their way to a Saturday night on the town, approached us and asked in southern accents, “Did she just rob him?” We confirmed what they had seen. “Is he alive?” asked the most timid of the three girls. “He is just sleeping,” I replied confidently, although passed out may have been more accurate. “What should we do?” they asked. “Well, I guess we have her outnumbered,” I responded with a still healthy amount of skepticism that 3 young women in heels would be much help if there was trouble.

The five of us, including 3 stereotypical southern sorority girls in heels and ready for a night on the town, proceeded to encircle the woman. One of the girls approached the woman, snatching the bag and saying curtly in her accent, “I believe that doesn’t belong to you.”

We returned victorious to the site of our victim and awoke him to notify him of what had happened. He indifferently returned to sleep. Oh well… The day was saved by this unlikely group of 5 and our 3 heroines disappeared into the city night.

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On Writing

// February 12th, 2010 // 3 Comments » // Uncategorized

Writing… lost without it, yet so difficult. Is practice the answer? Is fear the problem? Words and thoughts trapped inside you, screaming to get out, but unwilling to leave your mind and obediently enter your computer or paper. But how lost we feel when we don’t write. How tragic the unconsidered and unexamined life.

Something about writing is therapeutic, in an I feel better when it is over, but that was completely miserable kind of way. Maybe it is because writing forces us to tame thoughts and ideas that we would prefer to ignore. It forces us to process thoughts that are inconvenient or difficult. Something about seeing words challenges us to question the validity of the thoughts that seemed so logical in our minds and to think more clearly about the conclusions and ramifications. The illogical often seems illogical in the obscurity of our minds.Writing moves words from the dark into the light. Half baked sentiments and ideas reach full maturity or die a quick death when tested in the light. I’m convinced an idea can only grow so far in our heads before it needs to be replanted elsewhere if it is to truly grow mature and bear fruit.

And thus the struggle continues… between the escapable calling and the difficulty of action.

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Silence

// January 14th, 2010 // 11 Comments » // Uncategorized

My whole life there has always been a logical next step. As a high school senior, Ivy League football was a logical next step, an opportunity to get a great education and keep playing football. As a college senior, investment banking was a logical next step, an opportunity to get paid a lot of money and learn a lot, and it was a tremendous stepping stone to just about anything I could possibly want to do next.

Then I deviated from the path, but that step too was clear to me. I knew I didn’t want to be doing what I was doing and I had a pretty clear vision for what I would like to do. Then one day that exact thing I had envisioned just fell in my lap. Jackpot.

But in deviating from the path I was on, life got more complicated. I added a lot of variables and a lot more choices. The path was simple. After investment banking comes private equity and business school. That takes care of the next 4 or 5 years, at least from a big picture perspective, and I would have just needed to figure out the details.

For the last 25 years of my life, the decisions were always clear. They were planned and made in well in advance. But now things are pretty murky. I could just about anything and there in lies the problem. I don’t have one driving talent or passion. I’m a little too well rounded.

And where I heard the call and had a clear vision before my last decision, now I hear only silence. My heart isn’t crying out or maybe it has just been drowned out by small dreams and my self-imposed limitations on what is possible.

And I can’t help but feel that what I should be doing is drawing closer to God rather than worrying about a job. Seeking him instead of seeking his advice for my next move. But the realities and insecurities of life squeeze tightly and even amidst all the free time and questions, I feel strangely distant when I should be drawing close.

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Readjusting

// December 23rd, 2009 // 2 Comments » // Uncategorized

So far things haven’t been too weird. I definitely felt a little antisocial when I first got back but other than than that I haven’t noticed anything too out of the ordinary. I’m sure I have changed, but it doesn’t seem to be making it that hard to readjust. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised since I didn’t feel like it was too big an adjustment when I got to the Dominican. It was what it was and I kept on living life, just in a different country and by slightly different rules.

I think a lot of people expect me to have a completely different perspective on American culture and be overwhelmed by our materialism, especially around the Christmas season, but that hasn’t been the case. As Americans we get some things right and some things wrong, just like everybody else. I didn’t go to the Dominican with an idealized perspective on American culture and any changes I came back with are more nuances and deeper insights rather than any startling revelations.

I did, however, learn a lot about Dominican culture but I’ll get into that later.

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