Suprised by Joy by C.S. Lewis

"Joy is distinct not only from pleasure in general but even from aesthetic pleasure. It must have a stab, the pang, the inconsolable longing." pg.72

"Twilight of the Gods and the distance of my own past Joy, both unattainable, flowed together into a single, undendurable sense of desire and loss, which suddenley became one with the loss of the whole experience, which, as I now stared round the dusty schoolroom like a man recovering from unconsciousness, had already vanished, had eluded me at the very moment when I could first say It is. And at once I knew(with fatal knowledge) that to "have it again" was the supreme and only important object of desire." pg.73

the dream

I have dreams evey night and most of them are normal if you know what I mean, but last night's dream was absolutley weird.

I dreampt that I was driving to Lincoln to register for classes in my Buik LaSabre(yes my car was in my dream) and I was trying to remember if I had forgotten anything. I had my bookshelves and two suit cases of clothes. THen I remembered right as a pulled up to the school I had forgotten sheets, and my comforter.

I got out of the car to this so called "Lincoln" and I headed towards the main building to register. While walking there a unknown person from my past was preaching to all the freshmen and saw me. He called my an American beuty.(I don't know what that means but I was feeling like I was being referred to a horse at the time.)
Then I entered the main building with my two suitcases and I saw a guy from my high school there. Which wouldn't be such a big deal if this certain individual wasn't such not a christian himself. Then there was Terry Mulder just starring in wonder at him like she was my inner self starring in amazment at the fact that he was here.

I got all my information and I headed outside and it suddenley looked more like the real Lincoln. I saw Bre in Greg Mercer'c little orange car driving in the parking lot. She was slowly driving away from the school.

Then Hulk Hogan and his wife picked me up to take me to my room and I had a whole conversation with them both about there daughter(who apparantly was my roommate.) and then all there other children.

But as we driving towards the dorm rooms I realized that I had left my smaller suitcase outside and figured that if would turn up some day as we drove past it.

So if I go to Lincoln and Hulk Hogan's daughter is my roommate I'm going to self claim to have the gift of prophesy.

Any weird dreams?

The broken Window

So I have encountered a very large inconvenience in my life.

It's called my broken window. I drive a Buik La Sabre and the left front window won't roll up or down. Now you would think as a driver it wouldn't be a big deal but it actually stresses me out. See when I'm driving I would perfer to have all the windows down in the car so there is a certain amount of circulation while driving.

However with this broken window this system of circulation fails. So when I'm stopped at a stop sign or light the breeze from the left side of the world can no longer come into my car and brush across my face. So the broken window that blocks the breeze now leaves me hot.

Which is another problem which I must face. Because when I'm hot I sweat. Yes.. that's right.. I'm a sweater. So now I'm not only dealing with the problem of the broken window as an inconveniece I'm also dealing with it as a personel health issue. So now I have to find a strong enough deoderient to handle my profuse sweating.

Another problem is, when I don't get the right amount of circulation I seem to roll up the windows and turn the air on. Which if you very cheap people don't know causes more gas to burn. Which means that I'm buying more gas which means I need to work more hours, which causes me less sleep, which leaves me down right grumpy.

So, as in the end of this pointless, and meaniless conversation with myself my broken window is not just an inconvenience to me but is a health hazard and a gas guzzling problem.

Have you had any undermining car problems that are annoying yet you are just to darn cheap to fix?
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A great Injustice

I just finished reading an pretty incredible book by the name of In the Presence of My Enemies. It is written by a women name Gracia who was abducted with her husband, Martin, by a group of terrorists in 2000. They remained in the custody of this group for one year and two days.
There are very few books that really move me and this is definetley one of them. I can only recall two others. The Bible, and a book by Brennan Manning, called The Signiture of Jesus.
I highly recommend this book to everyone, Christian or not, it is an incredible book.
The reason that I liked this book so much is becuase it's definitley not run of the mill. It's about two Christian missionaries who have to live their lives everyday for Christ in a place of persecution and fear. In the end Martin gets shot and killed and Gracia gets rescued by the Phillipeans' military.
This book gets me into an emotional rollercoaster becuase I'm wanting to fight the injustices of these two Christians. What's odd about their journey is that they served Christ together for fifteen years prior and I as I read through their journey I wondered why would God put his faithful servants through such a hard time. It astounded my when Gracia's husband dies and she just puts her faith in Christ once again. She goes back and celebrates his life with their family and friends. Personally I would not know what to do with myself if my husband got shot.
I'm also not at that life stage or that faith.
I just thouroughly enjoyed this book. It questioned my faith and why I do what I do. It made me question God's mysterious plan.