Tag archive: dreams
Dreams, and whatnot
I was watching last season’s finale of Glee, when Shuester goes to Broadway to audition for April’s play. Anyway, I was thinking about his circumstances. He could either sing on Broadway (his dream!) or go back to Lima, Ohio, to… continue reading »
Living a better story
For the third time in two years, I read Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. If you remember the last time I blogged about the book, I was leaving for Iraq. I found a story to fight… continue reading »
A character who wants something …
Story. PROLOGUE: Late last year RELEVANT Magazine died to me. On vintage episodes of their podcast, the crew joked that washed up actors belonged on a “You’re Dead to Me Wall.” Now they’re on mine. Around that time I read… continue reading »
on Redemption
I love this city, but I’ve set and numbered its days I love this city, enough that I’ll set it ablaze — Lots of things have died this year. I mean this figuratively, of course, but the pain is no… continue reading »
on Faith
For the revelation awaits an appointed time;it speaks of the endand will not prove false.Though it linger, wait for it;it will certainly come and will not delay. -Habakkuk 2:3- — “Do you think if you ignore my revelation that makes… continue reading »
Underestimated
Okay, new plan. It turns out the blogosphere is a lot smaller than I thought. Remember that scene in Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog when Dr. Horrible comes back after an attempt to use his freeze ray on the mayor during… continue reading »
Letting the Fields Die [revisited]
Talk about beating a dead horse. Earlier in the summer I wrote a lot about “letting the fields die” on my dreams, a reference to the Old Testament command to let the fields have a Sabbath rest every 7 years.… continue reading »
forget the plowshare.
I was watching ONE TREE HILL with my sister this afternoon – which is a mistake therein itself – when I finally began understand what really is going on with me. I mean, with my fields dying. Recap: I blogged… continue reading »
letting the fields die
To heck with brevity. I know as a journalist I need to learn how to make the most impact with the fewest words, but as a storyteller I refuse to. God has been moving in these past few weeks, and… continue reading »
idolatry.
I wonder if you remember my blog from September when I promised to do everything to the glory of God. I wrote: I want my college experience–my going-to-class, homework-ing, studying, note-taking–to be my spiritual act of worship. I decided that… continue reading »