Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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Sometimes making out is all that is really on my mind.

Perhaps we have not seen that each other in a long while, or when we just recovered from a fight, or we just jumped off a bridge into a river, or I just watched Pretty Women and now I am super hyped up on chick porn.

I find my mind to be a lustful, passionate thing. The mere thought of his warm hands on my sides drawing circles as his mouth gently presses to mine in the wanting way mouths tend to press... sigh... makes me reach for the phone.

The phone call that ensues is not a wordy one. It is dipped in desire, which mutes whatever words flow from our conversation. Too much is happening for you to come over here and give me the kiss I want. I have too much homework, and you have work. The importance of the desired make out session is deemed a nonissue. I go back to my studies and you go to work.

But it does not help with the longing to have a kiss in this irretrievable moment. Next time I see you, I will retrieve it.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Wake up

They say that being in a relationship teaches more about yourself.

I learned that I am selfish, argumentative, and I talk a lot better than I act.

I love you

Your small warm hand in mine.
Your tie dye sweatshirt you got from our family trip to the ocean.
We poke our brother.
We laugh at our matching feet shape.
The world is a wonderful place for you.
The openness of your smile is like a fingerprint that God left for all to see.
I watch the wind flit across your face and brush your hair
as you look up at me.

There is no love as pure as this.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

How Am I? Excuse me.

Scene- the common room of my dorm.
People- four girls that I have been going to youth group with and talking about faith with. Three guys, one of which has conservative Christian upbringing, one is Catholic, and the last is a agnostic.
Subject- Evolution.

The Catholic guy mentions that he argued about evolution with his Christian Reformed roommate for about two hours the other day. Immediately the four other girls stare at him with disbelieving gazes.
"You believe in evolution?" one girl asks in disbelief.
The boy looks over to her and says, "Yes I do. It is a scientific fact that micro evolution exists. As do adaptations."
All at once the four girls, and the one conservative boy start muttering and clan together in the circle. One of the girl gestures to me to join, so that they can shut anyone who does not agree with them out.
"What? I believe in evolution." I say nonchalantly picking a fuzzy off of my sweatpants leg.
Another girl turns to me and gasps. "I do not understand," she says "You said you were a Christian- how does that work?"

Never have I felt so insulted. How long has this girl known me? A week and a half, and we have talked about a lot of other things. She knows that I do not drink, smoke, or have sex. She knows that I am trying to work on my relationship with God. She knows that I talk to him aloud in my dorm room sometimes, and that I can be found sitting alone and laughing as though sharing some inside joke.

I stand up from my arm chair. "Listen, first of all you do not know me that well." The four girls look at me with wide eyes. Their eyes are glazed over. I can see that nothing I can say will ever make them understand or respect or see me as the same 'worth' of a Christian as they are again. "But if we are going by the bible here (which you all have been quoting nonstop) I think there is a new testament verse that says something like this:

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son. This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God."

I looked into the girls eyes, "And I am pretty sure that in there it does not say, "And everyone who believes in him and does not believe in evolution is not condemned. So I am pretty sure that just because I believe in the fact that Galapagos finches adapt to their environment does not give you a right to ask me that question."
The small pixie girl turns to me and shakes her head.

They all look away. And discuss how dinosaurs died in the flood. And that carbon dating does not work because the flood waters pressure pushes down and makes the carbon dating look later than it actually is.

I find myself thinking, 'I thought at Grand Valley I would be shut out by agnostics, atheists, or some other world view/religions. Ironic that I find myself being shut out by Christians who will not even listen to a intellectual argument.'

I thought Christian High was preparing me to be among people who (by definition) do not believe in the same things as me. But in the end my school gave me the tools of discussion not to be swayed by this kind of peer pressure. I will not drink. I will not smoke. I will not have sex. I will not change my beliefs just to fit in. Thank you Christian High for this unexpected gift.

I do not believe that people came from apes. I do think that dinosaurs did not die in the flood, but were in fact around and gone long before humans walked the earth. I believe in micro evolution. Not macro, and I obviously believe in intelligent design.

Is it not faith that we can trust that God will make necessary adjustments to life on earth?

Evolution reviles our Lord to have patience, cleverness, and love for the things He created. God does not just let things be stuck in how they are, no He allows everything to grow, and change, and be better than it was before.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The New Friend

New people
swarm my vision
names I must remember,
my mind surrenders.

Your small face pushes from the crowd. I recognize you.
We smile,
and sip smoothies.

We begin to share, and reveal, yet always hide and cover up
the spots that we do not like so much about ourselves.

Your long perfect hair smiles kindly at my frizzy pony tail.
Our plastic smiles grin in a way of camaraderie to each other.
The choreographed movements of our body language laughs with the other's awkward motions.

Slowly. So slowly I hardly dare to breath,
like a snowflake on my mitten
our wax expressions melt.
The first breath of a friendship is laughter
the snowflake melts away.

Now our eyes look deeper into the contours of our past,
and we are just two friends
sipping our slurpies sophisticatedly from straws
and laughing about the stupidity of beginnings.

Hidden Somewhere

I feel your pain. It whispers of self denial.
I want to tell you
that your heart will always belong
a little bit,
to the first your heart loved.
But it grows back.

Sometimes to heal whatever wound you may have
you must find a piece of yourself
that you have always been unwilling to give.

Hide this piece in
the arms of a tree.
Wrap it in soft moonlight,
lovingly press it to the rough bark
and tell this little secret of your heart-

About your dreams of children,
about your endeavors of joy,
about the freedom found in a sharpened pencils and smooth keyboard keys.
Hide it in a nook.

Never go back to look.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Cuddled up
to my book.
Living in a dreamworld
happier in my own life.

Fragmented
lovely
thoughts

flourish
fumble
I love you.
I belong to someone other than myself

weird