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Name: Cindy
Birthday: 4/21/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: friends and family, music, theater, reading, hot chocolate, soaking up the sun, long walks, dancing, meandering, talking with friends, learning something new, doing a show, making memories, cuddling, meeting new people, watching a good movie, bonfires, roasting marshmallows, the beach, hot showers, and family vacations
Expertise: smiling ... being completely surrounded by God's amazing love and grace - standing in awe of how much He loves me .. HE never ceases to amaze me!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
9/15/2004
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| Just heard this song - it made me smile..
WALKING HER HOME
Mark Schultz
Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said son
Have her home on time
And promise me you’ll never leave her side
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes
And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night
He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side
A nursing home
At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night
And the nurse said Oh
Should we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out
But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side
Oh he was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home
He was walking her home
He remembers the night he fell in love...
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| The Father Who Runs
Jill Carattini
The massive Rembrandt measures over eight and a half feet tall and six and a half feet wide, compelling viewers with a larger than life scene. The Return of the Prodigal Son hangs on the walls of the St. Petersburg Hermitage Museum depicting Christian mercy, according to one curator, as if it were Rembrandt's last "spiritual testament to the world." Fittingly, it is one of the last paintings the artist ever completed and remains one of his most loved works.
The painting depicts the reunion of the wayward son and the waiting father as told in the Gospel of Luke. The elderly father is shown leaning in an embrace of his kneeling son in ragged shoes and torn clothes. With his back toward us, the son faces the father, his head bowed in regret. Clearly, it is the father Rembrandt wants us most to see. The aged man reaches out with both hands, his eyes on the son, his entire body inclining toward him.
It is understandable that viewers have spent hours looking at this solemn reflection of mercy and homecoming. The artist slows our restless minds to a scene where the parable's characters are powerfully at rest. The kneeling son leans silently toward the father; the father calmly and tenderly leans toward the son. But in fact, this is far from the scene Jesus portrays in the parable itself.
The parable of the prodigal son is far from restful, and the father within it is anything but calm in his embrace of the wayward son. Jesus tells us that while the son was "still a long way off," the father saw him and "was filled with compassion for him" (Luke 15:20). Literally, this father was moved by his compassion. The Greek word conveys an inward movement of concern and mercy, but this man was also clearly moved outwardly. The text is full of dramatic action. The father runs to the son, embraces him (literally, "falls upon his neck"), and kisses him. Unlike the depiction of Rembrandt, Jesus describes a scene far more abrupt and shocking. It is not the son who we find kneeling in this picture, but the father. The characters are not at rest but in radical motion. The father who runs to his wayward son runs without any assurance of repentance; he runs without any promise that the son is even home to stay.
There is a line in Jewish tradition that would likely have entered the minds of the first hearers of this parable. According to ancient thought, the manner of a man's walk "shows what he is."(1) Dignified men in this ancient culture simply did not run. In order to do so, long robes would have had to be lifted up, exposing the legs, which was inherently shameful. And yet, this father runs to the son who blatantly disrespected him, and hurriedly embraces the one who once disowned him. This man's "walk" shows a substance that is nothing less than staggering. All measures of decorum, all levels of expectation are simply shattered by this father's love. It would no doubt have been a disruptive picture for the audience who first heard the parable; it remains a disruptive picture today.
The portrait Jesus offers of our Father in heaven is one of action and immediacy. The image of any father running to meet the child who had made a mess of her life is compelling. But that it was so outlandish in this ancient context makes this depiction of his love all the more stirring. It brings to the forefront an image of God as one who is willing to embrace shame on our account. It brings to mind the image of a Son who endured the cross, scorning its shame, that we would not grow weary and lose heart.
God is moving toward us with a walk that thoroughly counters any thought of a distant and absent Father and boldly confronts any move away from Him. In his radical approach of our hearts, the Father reveals who He is. However far we wander, the God who laments even one lost soul is waiting and ready for our return. More than this, He is the Father who runs to close the distance.
Jill Carattini is senior associate writer at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia. | | |
| mental checklist....
tomorrow..
8:00 class - QUIZ
10:00 class - QUIZ
12:00 - sit down and finalize questions about graduation, graduate school, master degrees
1:00 - meet with my professor to discuss options and how to finalize everything for graduation and to apply for graduate school and PRAXIS and GRE testing
2:30 - finish project/prepare for my night Brit Lit class
*write a teaching and learning reflection on my pre-student teaching time at Two-Rivers for my portfolio
*update my resume
*transfer my porfolio to my USB Memory Stick
4:30 - go to my Brit Lit class
7:00ish - go home (FINALLY!), eat dinner, quick walk, hot tub [me time, of course]
*finish all projects if I didn't get finished earlier
9:00 - watch LOST
10:00 - watch NINE (my new favorite)
11:00 - go to bed to wake up at 6:00 to leave by 7ish to be at an education seminar on campus
THEN FALL BREAK UNTIL WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT 4:45!!! HOORAY!!! Midterms are almost over...
praise God.
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| Ever just feel like.... like you can't decide how you feel? Why does life rotate around how you feel? Shouldn't you be content on the fact that you can rely on facts and knowledge instead of feelings??.. yet, why do the feelings seem to keep your hands tied? Why is it that you push away all the feelings and emotions and tell yourself to decidedly only let your mind focus on the things you know, and yet you still are in the same spot you were two days ago just when you thought you conquered it? I hate being emotional - I hate the fact that I care way too much for things... and yet, isn't it God's gift to have things laid on your heart? I mean, that's for a reason, right? Do you ever wish you could pick and choose what is laid on your heart? Why does it seem like that if you think you're on the right path - you're following all you know to do right now - and yet, something that you don't want to be there.. is. Is that your selfish inner self sneaking in two bits of sidetracking or is it God's nudging to say don't give up, for He knows you are ready to move on and forget the whole thing. And, at the moment, there's nothing you can do to get away from it and nothing you can do to fix it. The only probably solution seems to be to wait, and yet, that's the last thing you want to do - because waiting means the answer might not be solved tomorrow.. or the next day, or the next week even. But, is waiting just an excuse to get through the day? Is telling myself to wait my way to push things aside and concentrate on the here and now? Then the other side, is the reason it is still there is because it is suppose to be??
if you only knew. | | |
| early morning, nice hour drive to Covington...
Practicum at Two Rivers...
go to work..
go back to Covington area for night class...
straight to dress rehearsal..
home hopefully by 10:00 to write a paper..
then to bed so I can leave at 7:00 for an 8:00 class to start all over again....
am I crazy?!
i think I'm going insane.
The Good Doctor
We open this weekend. It's very strange that one's past love is fading.. I'm amazed at God's timing and His gift through this.. but I can't wait until it's over! This will probably be my last "real show" for awhile.. time is of the essence and its about time theater isn't my life!
venting is good.
peace friends. | | |
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