Love, where is your fire?

A special song from a very special friend.... :D


Love, where is your fire?
I've been sitting here smoking away
Making signals with sticks and odd ends and bits
But still there's no sign of a flame

Imposters have been passing
Offering a good-feeling glow
But I'm holding out for what you are about
An inferno that burns to the bone

Some urge me to be temperate
Lukewarm will never do

CHORUS
`Cos I, I wanna blaze with you
So I'm holding my heart out to you
Holding my heart out


So I stand, handing out torches
Speaking words that are lamps to their feet
`Til the time when you come and I'm whole and we are one
And the fire in me is complete

Some tell me to be moderate
But lukewarm will never do

CHORUS

Then a doubt comes to lie at the back of my mind
That I'll offer you me and you'll politely decline
So I hasten to mute it
I'll shout and rebuke it
Away

selfish mood

is what I am in today.

How many Tech students does it take to read a book?

3: One to open it, one to write a code for it, and one to make fun of the Ivan Allen College for having to actually read the book for credit.

So I was in a non-academic mood at the library, and I decided to peruse through the leisure books that they have at the school. It is really sad, our leisure book section, because it is way up on the 4th floor, and every book smells really old. Which is because every book is really old. I think that they think that we as science/analytical/randomly-minded students would be so busy with our computer-programming and our research and our experiments and theorems and our everything else that we would actually mind reading a book that does not count for a grade or extra credit. I don't know. It is sad, though, because before I came to college I used to read around 25-30 books a school year. Ever since college I've probably read about 15 in the past two years. I'm slipping.

Well I usually hate the smell of old books but today I risked my life and checked out Uncle Tom's Cabin and White Oleander. I originally searched for The Awakening, but I had to go to this extra-special building for it, the Archives building. It was sketchily placed next to the library where you can tell no one comes in--or at least not often--because when I walked in I had to walk down the stairs to the front desk, and the whole time I swear everyone in the ENTIRE building stopped everything and stared, the excitement of actual human contact lighting up their eyes with glee. That is, until they told me I could not take the book out of the building. I told them not to worry about it, and they said OK, and I said have a good day, and they were like OK, and then I just walked out.

Great story.

So then I tried to find Ender's Game, which allegedly was on the 4th floor of the library, but it wasn't, those liars. I stared at the exact section of the shelf where it was supposed to be, but the more I stared the more it just wasn't there. But the cool thing was when I looked through the books and I saw Samantha sitting on the other side of the shelf. It was sort of like a movie, except Sam wasn't a cute guy/the man of my dreams, and I am not some clumsy quirky cutie who stumbles her way into the man's heart through an hour and a half of romantic comedic antics. But it was still nice. Apparently she tried to find the same book a year ago, but to no avail.

I am under the sneaking suspicion that Georgia Tech doesn't want us to read. They want us to crank equations out like there is no tomorrow, but they don't want us to lose ourself between the covers of an old classic. Well I say to heck with that. I will read my books, and I will enjoy them, even if it kills me. Take that, Mr. the Man. Consider this being my way of sticking it to you.



Dear Reader: Please make sure that I actually read these books, and that I don't just keep them on our bookshelf until the last day of school. Please and thank you...

Do you ever feel like you are talking to God through something like a muffled funnel? I guess sometimes it feels like I'm talking and then I realize that I just talked to a brick wall for about 15 minutes. Sometimes I ask God to be near but I realize He never left....I just walked away from Him. I kind of get the scene of a child walking hand in hand with their parent, but then the child sees something enticing, like a toy or a person or something shiny....the child wrenches their hand away from the parent with such intensity that the parent has no choice but to loosen their grip. The parent calls after the child but the child's hearing is impeded by the object of obsession. The child runs to the desired thing and like that the bubble bursts, and the child is left teeter-tottering on a ledge. At the moment's desperation the child has to cry out to the parent. The parent comes to save the child in a heartbeat. The child jumps in the parent's arms, crying because of the near-death experience. The parent's love for their child is one that overshadows the anger for the child's disobedience...this love is one that can not be explained.

I guess that's what I think about when I see God. He is so loving to Us. He doesn't save us from the ledge because He has to. He gave us Jesus because He wanted to be near us. His grace is truly new every morning.

Mind-boggling, isn't it?