a time to break silence
The man who woke up today at 8:00 was a completely different man than the one who’s been waking up at noon the last week. I think I like the former better.
Every convenience we enjoy and every dollar we save costs something. I’m convinced more and more with every day that it’s not worth it.
“The lives of the thirty thousand children who die of starvation each day is like six September 11ths every single day, a silent tsunami that happens every week.”
Hmm.
this breaks my heart. thank you.
Yeah, seriously man. Tough stuff to try to handle. I don’t even know where to start.
Hey Dude,
I’m at work sipping bad coffee; having left my iPod at home, found your EP on my work machine and wondered about your adventures into the Irresistable Revolution.
It’s tough living in America. I’m more and more convinced we need supernatural grace to withstand the waves of affluence and voices of the materialistic consumer culture. (Interstingly, “plenty” is in Paul’s list of things he can handle through Christ who gives him strength in Phil. 4).
In spite of, or perhaps ‘beside’ all this, I just bought a used Jetta. It was a good buy, in the economic sense, but was it good in the moral sense to drop $9k on a car? I guess I’ll still wrestle. Maybe I should give Shane’s book a second read. Back to work.
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