I was never really good at math anyways.

"When we reduce Christian spirituality to math we defile the Holy."


I need to stop trying to figure out God.

Like a big...pizza pie?

The moon hit my eye tonight. Not literally, although it would have made a heck of a story to tell. It was just up in the sky, looking all nice and detailed, when it decided to catch my attention. Then It decided to hide behind some clouds. The clouds started to glow. It was nice. That is all.

Grath...

Trying to find a comfortable mid-way point between God's grace and His wrath is getting rather difficult for me. God is so utterly repulsed by sin, but He has infinite grace. I can't make sense of it.

In other words, God doesn't fit into my box. Trying to make sense of Him makes my mind feel like it's imploding.

I can't really explain it, but I think I'm starting to appreciate the beauty of mystery.

In other news, I have a rather large box that I will no longer be needing. Any takers?

My summer, thus far...

A visual representation of how my summer is going, so people don't have to ask anymore.

Of course, 3 quarters of the summer have already passed. Perhaps the last leg of the journey won't be so disastrous.