I will love you through long summers full of home
Don’t worry I’m not in teen angst.
This summer I have seen miracles - seen arms that couldn’t move, move. Seen deaf ears healed. Seen my heart opened to a wider, bigger, closer, more beautiful version of justice and social action. Seen and forgotten and remembered powerful experiences of God, being unashamedly real.
This Summer, also, I’ve fallen off the political breakfast table and would have probably left the labour party if I knew how. Basically I want for a world where human life tramples gold, and if you imagine a reality of just that one sentence in practice it quite literally turns everything I believed in, regards politics, totally on its head. Bits of me extreme left, bits of me extreme right, but the vast majority, nowhere on earth. And I want to see more of this.
This Summer the big saga, pickle and drama has been the flat situation. It is now resolved. The truth is now that although I’m definitely positive about the PhD, I am still oh so chaotically nervous and stressed about next year for lots of reasons (I feel like a first year might feel moving into halls). But if Summer says anything, it says to trust, and if Christian says anything it should be ‘Yes Lord’.
Fiona said,
September 7, 2007 at 9:12 pm
Hey David,
I wish you all the best for next year and for your PhD, God will guide you if you ask and I’m sure that even if you don’t he’ll lend his helping hand to you anyway, Faith and trust in Him gets us through.
Fiona.
Michael said,
April 29, 2008 at 3:36 pm
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Bwah, do I remember David; what a silly question. Of course I remember David! I remember blissful moments on Bruce Main’s hammock. I remember yellow-shirted youngsters beating the pants off of my camp at kickball. I remember thinking it ridiculous that individuals in south Camden had air conditioning.
And, like you, I now feel like that summer was ages ago.
Yes, Scotland is my life-plan. I’ll be moving over this coming September to complete a masters degree (maybe more?) in St. Andrews.
And as for facebook, I have a profile but I wouldn’t say that I’m on it. I posted my login/password on the page quite some time ago and the information you find, the comments that are made, and the requests that are accepted are fully controlled by random people who login under my account.
Good to hear from you; hope life is well. Perhaps you should neglect whatever task you had set aside for this evening and create a memory somewhere that will last for a lifetime instead; unless, of course, your plans for this evening are already of such a caliber.