Danice

Yesterday, at my neighborhood Stater Bros. store, I bought a 15 oz. box of Life Cereal. Which, of course, made me think of Danice. Danice was one of my four housemates in Vancouver, BC. Her mousy brown hair is short, with an amazing ability to array itself in a variety of styles. Danice loves Life cereal; her near-addiction to it rivaled only by my near-addiction to Nature Path’s Mesa Sunrise cereal, most often purchased for $5.99 at Dollar Grocers.

We lived on 1234 E. 7th Ave. in East Vancouver, in the Grandview-Woodlands neighborhood more commonly referred to as “The Drive,” referring to Commercial Drive, which runs north-south and is characterized by natural food shops, local coffee shops on every corner and a lot of hippie-or-hipster-types. Seventh Avenue was two streets south of the main street of Broadway Ave, and quiet; the street was home to the most perfect arching trees and to a Hungarian church just 3 doors east of our house. These arcing trees provided the visual aid and backdrop for a lovely evening walk with my friend Danielle one fall before I moved into this house, when we ended up talking about romance, unrequited love and how romance/relationships/marriage is but one arc under the grand arc of God’s redemptive narrative. These same trees met my gaze every morning from my triangular top floor window; it seemed a gift too extravagant that I could be living in a house on this street, of all streets.

Danice is not a fan of mornings. I learned this soon after I moved in and I sat down to breakfast. Danice emerged from her bedroom, adjacent to the kitchen, and prepared her edibles. I attempted to make some conversation with her, but didn’t quite succeed. Later, her longtime roommate Beth graciously informed me that it takes Danice some time to warm up to talking with people in the mornings, which I quickly noted.

One thing I always associate with Danice is her impassioned enthusiasm for almost anything. When Danice is excited about something, you know. Michael Jackson? Definitely. Dancing? For sure. Youth? No doubt about it.

Economy of Grace

In the economy of grace—
where roses form beds
she brought forth two children
the first, perfect
the second, less
when the Lord God breathed into their nostrils
they were created

her husband stopped breathing

she kept on living
smelled a rose
took a breath,
held out her hand
and walked with God
in the city.

Personal Calling vs. Vocation

A brief, yet excellent, explanation.

Sexual Harassment in Egypt: Disregard for Human Rights

"Why is sexual harassment in Egypt so rampant? There could be any number of reasons, but many point to disregard for human rights."

Sadly, makes sense...the former is a logical conclusion of the latter.

http://edition.cnn.com/2011/OPINION/02/16/rogers.egypt.sexual.harrassment/index.html?hpt=C1

Perhaps, perhaps

In frenzied grace, she carried this fragile hope that perhaps, perhaps...there just might be--another chance, another breath--

New year, Chronological Bible Reading Time!

I've been wanting to read the Bible in chronological order, so why not correlate with the new year?

Observations on reading Genesis 1-6 so far:

*increasing enmity between humans and earth/soil:
(a) Fall/Curse
(b) Cain: can't reap from ground, fugitive
(c) Lamech's naming of Noah: hope, prayer for rescue from ground's curse
(d) wickedness of man great on the earth
(e) God decides to kill all flesh with the earth

*"walked with God" can either mean:
(a) God takes you from earth, as with Enoch, or
(b) God preserves you, as with Noah, and destroys everyone else

I'd love to hear any thoughts you have!

Now in Job!

Worthwhile...

Come, celebrate Christmas with presence. The kind that lasts.

http://www.adventconspiracy.org/