slow and easy friday nights

so this is what i did with my friday night... (oo, i also saw part of space jam again! so good...)

http://www.youtube.com/user/sheepwarrior77




Also, Happy Valentines Day!! share the love!
(check it out, very cute: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwQBWDkodvk&feature=subscription)

xkcd: the cover up

Sunrises and Sleeping In

"the view"

Lately, I have been sleeping in a lot. I don't think it's because I've been fatigued or anything. I think sleep is just a good escape sometimes (in part this is just me not manning up to the fact that I'm not responsible enough to wake up hah), and aside from that, dreams are awesome. I thank god for dreams. I like dreams.

At the same time though, I miss days when I would wake up early. Even with my roommate breathing heavily feet away, I'd feel a sense of peace and calm. In the fleeting moments before the sun rose, it would be dark outside and silence would fill the air. Everything had momentarily slowed to a stand still. No worries, no qualms, just the steady inhale/exhale coming from my asthmatic roommate, a peace with myself, a peace with God. But then almost instantaneously, magically the sky would erupt into a sea of colors, darkness fading into light: purple, red, orange, and all the shades and spectrums in between. And it's at moments like these when all you can do is be filled with wonder. You just think to yourself wow... how awesome is this god that created all the earth, that made you and me.

But why do these just have to be moments, ticks in time interspersed throughout our busy days? Why is it that when the sun finally rises, and the world sets off in motion again that we can so easily forget about God, and can so easily glance over the beauty of his creation. Being awestruck by God shouldn't be a momentary thing, it shouldn't be something that is dictated by "moods." If anything, the mood is right at all times to be taken aback by the awesomeness of God. So praise him and give thanks to him in the morning, when the sun is rising and all is still, praise him as you walk to class and pass by green grass, bending and lilting in the breeze, and obese squirrels oblivious to the world around them. Praise him in class as you are nodding off to sleep and drool is dripping down your chin onto your calculus notes. Praise him over dinner as you eat the same monotonous food you do every day. Praise him when you are happy, praise him when you are sad, praise him when everything seems to be going your way, praise him when you are mad at the world and just want to punch some walls. Praise him when he gives you the desires of your heart, praise him when he takes away.

"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth." Genesis 1:1

He is awesome, and all powerful. He is ever-present and everywhere. He is loving, he is faithful, he is merciful.

Next time you feel down in the dumps, take a moment to think things through. God created the heavens and the earth. Don't you think he's probably got things under control?

Psalm 13

1 How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?

2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

3 Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;

4 my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.

5 But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.

6 I will sing to the LORD,
for he has been good to me.

i will give you a new heart and a new spirit within you; i will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh
ezekiel 36:26

I’m forgiven because You were forsaken I’m accepted, You were condemned I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me Because You died and rose again Amazing love, how can it be That You, my King, should die for me? Amazing love, I know it’s true It’s my joy to honor You In all I do, to honor You You are my King You are my King Jesus, You are my King You are my King -------------------------------------- It's almost surreal looking back on all my xanga posts from high school (2-3 years ago). I've changed so much since then; it's like reading someone else's diary. I recognize the events, but at the same time, I feel so detached from it all. I almost forget that it is me (yet at the same time not really. It's confusing!). I guess this is both good and bad...Some of the stuff I said and did back then seems so silly or juvenile. I seem so simple. Just some teenage kid talking about his daily dalliances (or lack thereof) -- well...i guess that's still me. At the same time though, this kid has a wisdom from God, or at least a sincere desire for that wisdom, that I feel like I sort of lost in my two years at boarding school. Even with his mostly non-christrian friends, Kid is unafraid, unashamed to speak of this desire, this search, this love, this God. I'm only several years separated from this kid, but I feel like I'm several decades away looking back (not that I really know what several decades feels like). Despite this huge abyss separating current me from past me, I feel like slightly more mature, slightly less naive jonathan can learn a little something from young Jonathan. Let's be Wide Open. Let us not care what the world thinks of us for in the end it was God who created us and it is God alone that can judge us. Let us share his love with those around us... Let's Soar 24/7

Exeter is Ridiculous

I didnt realize nearly 1/3 of my graduating class applied to Harvard. Crazy..