April 11th, 2006

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The streets erupt when the sun is out: children dash about the oncoming traffic, hooligans gather about their houses to form groups of hooligans – everyone is everywhere.

There is a certain romance to each season. With the fall comes the melancholy overcast sky: memories of high school, best friends and finding myself in a forest, too excited to be as quiet as I should be. In winter I find Sweden, and a bundled jaunt to a convenience store, and the superb quietness of fresh snow. And now, in this heat, I know memories of open windows and cool breezes and sticky car-rides. I see the ocean and I know that some part of me is covered in sand. It is a wonderful time to fall in love or to smoke a cigarette or to just drive and wait for the music to destroy my heart.
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oh dear

"I have no idea what I am reading. I imagine that if Dostoevesky had written a choose your own adventure book using both prose and poetry while high on LSD, and if you then read the novel straight through ignoring your choices, you would have had an experience similiar to reading this novel."

ambibliophile commenting on his recent reading expeditions
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It is a hard thing to speak of God and the experience of His presence. It all can seem so subjective: an atheist and a theist can have a very similar experience and then come to two opposed conclusions as to why the experience occurred.

Is there proof? Can there be proof? Do we actually need proof, scientific proof?

The God of Scripture, being a Triune God, is a God of love. In fact, love is His very Being (1 John). Love is perhaps the most superb proof we have of God. Love is the fragrance of God, the whisper of His presence. Not this pseudo-love that involves selfishness and feelings, but a love that costs one everything. A love that takes a life.

Does this mean that all human love is a perfect expression of God? I don’t think so. Everything that is human is obscured and diluted to some degree. But obscured as it may be, the hint, the scent of God cannot be removed from an action of love. And when that action is transformed by the acknowledgment of God's Holiness, leading to a heart of repentance, it is redeemed and renewed and becomes a clearer and brighter expression of God.