Satano sussurra nel mio orecchio,

Solo uno, solo uno... uno non sarebbe così male.

It's rough on my soul to be here in Naperville. But it's not like anywhere else is really better. I felt the same thing down at Urbana a year ago. I feel, in this regard, like John the Baptist. Like John, I must lay down my most basic wants, for they are insignificant in the face of eternity. One companion, one best friend. I can't have it if I idolize it. Just how real is God to me, if He isn't my everything? One day, my heart will finally be in the right place and God will provide, then.

Solo credo l'amore è così molto più che un sentimento. L'amore è avente la volontà a sacrificare il mio tutto. Sacrificando un "tutto" io non possiedo non è possibile. Dio deve divento il mio tutto.

La Luce dell'Amore

Non capisco come ancoro respirare, esattamente come non capisco la grazia di Dio. Non conosco come dire questo ma che la solitudine corrode un buco in me. Questa solitudine da forme al amore non possiedo. Se la solitudine è un buco in me, l'amore è la macchia luminosa nella mia ombra. La luce di Cristo traspare il buco in me, e definisce un amore capisco. Questa è la mia vita, l'atto di equilibrando la speranza e la disperazione.

Today is another of thousands of annual commemorations of the birth of Christ. God incarnate with us, for the redemption of a fallen created order. Why am I so focused on my own unhappiness? Where is my joy? Better yet, where is my joy rooted?

Thanksgiving and Christmas - these are strategic days, and the Evil One attacks me relentlessly on these days. Father, deliver me unto a peace of mind that results from being focused on You. Spirit, lift mine. Holy Son, I remember Your arrival into this world, and this day of remembrance cannot be more timely.

Bevo l'Alienazione Liquida

Coffee is my life, my heart in a cup. I clutch it in my hands, then drink down all of the rich bitterness. It's chock-full of ellipses, which summarize the distance between myself and others. Taste it well, take it all. Love is jumping from one dot to the next, hoping that the sentence, the conversation, the relationship, continues on the other side, not trailing off into nothingness.

What was the atomic bomb but an ontological statement? "We hold power over your existence." A wonderful end to the U.S. military's island-hopping campaign, no? They got sick of continually jumping from one dot to the next across the ocean made bitter as coffee by the never-ending nature of the chase, and decided to change the way that relationship was going to be.

But I'm not a violent person. This ends only when you decide to actually be on the other end of these ellipses, these islands in the gulf between us, so I can finally arrive to where you are. Or even decide to meet me in the middle. Or even decide, after all this time, that we can do without them.

Truth With Love

If you spit the truth in hate, it will hit them in the eye and blind them to the love of Christ. That is all.