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Neverland

     
I wish dreams were reality, and reality was a dream. Reality and the dream world create an interesting paradox. In reality, I experience things physically through the five senses; I live in a physical, external world. Right now I'm sitting in a physical chair and physically typing on a computer. Yet the largest struggles in reality aren't physical or external, they're internal. Although the outlying effects of my internal struggle may be physical (such as addiction), my battles are fought inside my mind, where I stand small against a large, evil willpower. In dreams however, my battles aren't manifested in what I fight inside my mind; in my dreams, I fight my battles physically. I'm no longer battling myself, instead, I fight the bogeyman. I no longer stand small against a large, evil willpower, my struggle is now whether or not I'll be able to swing from the mast of this pirate ship, to the cliff of that island. My battles are still a challenge, but if I put on a face of courage and pick up that gun, I'll be able to conquer the unseen danger hidden below me in the foggy swamp. My dangers aren't internal, I'm living an adventure with me the hero. In the safety of my bed I can be Robin Hood, Crocodile Dundee, and a pirate all in the same night. Valiant effort and brute strength combine to swing my sword at the enemy, and then, with my foes vanquished, I wake back up to my dreams. 

Prone to Wander

"Freedom from myself will be

the sweetest rest I've ever known."

~Chris Rice~

Tom Bombadil

"That night they heard no noises. But either in his dreams or out of them, he could not tell which, Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind; a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until at last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise."

(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring)

I want to write like this.

The Gospel According to Calvin and Hobbes

Sometimes I see life in this way. I have a preconceived notion about one thing or other, and I'm comfortable with my frame of mind; but then, when I'm finally pulling together the loose ends, some wise-guy philosopher has to come along and rattle my cage. Actually this sort of experience happened to me last summer. It all started over a frying-pan full of omelette. My and one of my best buddies were chilling in the kitchen and making breakfast when the subject of life origins came up. My bro isn't exactly a Christian so this is an area we don't exactly agree on. Now I was pretty psyched about this conversation because the semester before I had taken Defending Your Faith class from Mr. Lemon and I felt like I at least could throw down a few good points. Well was I ever mistaken! Unfortunately for me (and the rest of my class), most of the points in Defending Your Faith were from the angle that Atheists don't know what their talking about. Well just for the record, some actually do. (Hey FV people, you should talk to Mr. Lemon about this. Ask him for some arguments from both sides. I'm not saying the class is bad or anything, I just think some more relevant points could have been brought up.) Now this shook my faith a bit and honestly, I guess it probably should have. It seemed to me that by believing in what I did, I was essentially saying "It's complicating my life", I don't wanna think about it. Because I don't have an explanation for what I believe, let's just call it "faith" and chuck it into the supernatural realm. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to belittle faith, but I do think this mistake can and is made a lot... simply because I know I do it. In Isaiah 1:18 it says "Come now, let us reason together saith the Lord". God gave us a brain for a reason, and although I may not have all the answers now, neither does science, and I'm not about to give up looking for the answers simply because I don't want to make myself a little uncomfortable.

Gather Up Your Dreams/One Thing More

Recently, I've felt that my life is in standby mode. Each repetitive day comes, goes, and comes again. College and work is set down like a template in my life, a shell of something that could be much better. It's like I'm building a house, a nice house. The framework has been put up, nothing else, I just don't seem to be getting around to finishing it. The interior needs to be completed and I've still got to put in all the things that make a home, a home. What's built simply keeps me out of the rain, it isn't embellished; there is no flair, no depth. It's like trying to dive into a refreshing mountain pool, and yet somehow not getting fully submerged.

"Hope is comfort, if not relief" 
-Matthew Perryman Jones-

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Togetherness

I love Christmastime. I wish that I could fully express the feelings associated with the holidays, but I simply cannot. The joy of togetherness, decorating the tree, reliving traditions, it really cannot be equaled. And honestly, I actually had fun shopping this year (although the traffic tonight made me a bit cynical). Now never having believed in Santa, I can imagine that when most children learn the truth about him, a bit of the Christmas magic is lost for them; the truth hits home and a little bit of their faith is imperceptibly squashed. The childhood wonder is stripped away revealing the "true" meaning of Christmas: Commercialism. (I'm not saying this is what everyone who believed in Santa thinks.) I guess growing up in a family that doesn't uphold the Santa tradition helps me love Christmas even more. Although we do go a bit overboard on the presents sometimes (and I'm not complaining), that's not what my family loves about Christmas, we simply love being together.

Togetherness takes love to another level, it points out that love isn't simply expressed, it is put into action. In our case, we put up the tree (it's fake :( when I have a family, we'll have a real one), decorate it, take earring pictures (we still have to do that this year),  drink festive drinks, and listen to Christmas carols. The fact that we have such a great time together indicates how much we really love each other. I think this love is simply a typification of Christ's love for us. Jesus coming to earth as a baby shows His love of togetherness. In Matthew 1:23 it reads: "'Behold, the virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,' Which is translated, 'God with us'" The name that God gave His Son shows how much He loves being with us. He risked the fate of the universe to come down to earth, spend some time with humanity, and ultimately sacrifice Himself for Me. 

Why do I enjoy Christmastime so much? Because I can be together with those I love, and the One who loved me first. 

Merry Christmas.