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March 31st, 2009

sometimes,

i can't help to think that

just as we look up to the night's sky

in admiration of god's beauty,

he looks down unto the night's streets

to be pleased with ours.

Easter on the road

Laying in a dark room while everyone is still sleeping listening to Miles Davis isn’t exactly the way that I remember spending Easter as a child. But to be fair, my memories of Easter don’t paint the most accurate portrait of the deep, emotive meaning that Easter has. As my emotions evolve, the candy becomes less and less abundant and my focus shifts to the physical and impetuous battle of Jesus Christ and God, the sacrifices that we can only imagine a fraction of, and what it means to live in a world that has been forgiven. Hell, the candy is cheaper a day after Easter anyways, right?!

My emotions are high this morning as I make my best attempt to remember who Jesus is and what He did for us. My heart is plagued with sorrow and joy; such ambivalence leads me to silence and prayer.

May our days be filled with peace, empathy, and a greater understanding of love. May we use His love to allow ourselves to be loved and to love others.

I love you. More than you could ever imagine.

Shane.