| I dig pits of sin before myself and fall into them. I succumb quickly
to desire, immediately thereafter calling upon his grace to cover up my
voluntary defeats. Who but God can reconcile such irreconcilable
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| Working with little kids is perhaps the manliest thing a guy can do. It's also one of the most enjoyable things a guy can do.
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| Before dumb was cool, I actually
liked to show off my grammar skills, placing commas wherever I could get away
with them; semicolons were reserved for true genius—a mark of those destined for
greatness. That anyone past the age of sixteen would sanely join two
independent clauses with anything less than a comma followed by a conjunction
baffled me in high school. Admittedly, I can be a bit ostentatious in my
writing; polysyllabic adjectives can be purely vain displays as, too, is the
semicolon.
But
greatness is tiresome. Constant one-upmanship is draining—as much or more when
one is trying to outdo the self. The need for humility and simplicity beckons.
I am learning to use the semicolon in moderation, but it is not without effort.
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| This semester is starting out wonderfully. Meeting people, making plenty of time for God, actually doing schoolwork, getting to have a busy schedule that's busy for social reasons--I'm becoming sociable again! Loving God and loving people are not mere burdens or lofty goals to be met well into one's elder years, but they are joyful journeys that we can start right now.
(And it certainly is a journey. I can be quite unloving when I am not careful and prayerful.)
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| Christ Jesus came to save sinners--of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life.
-I Timothy 1:15-16
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