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Head heaved high with hay

I once was but a straw filled head
Blown about by the wind.
I knew not where my error was
Nor ever if I’d sinned.

My folly was my wisdom,
And my wisdom was divine
I’d take each proverb I had heard
And quote it loud as mine!

I had a brilliant poem for
Those fools rich or poor
But a man who’s always right
A crowd will ne’er adore

So lacking all humility
And proudly I would say,
“I may be wrong; For after all,
My head’s heaved high with hay!”

The nature of things

Ars est nihil sans naturam

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Farewell, Farewell Great Ship, Titanic.

Tomorrow is closing night for Titanic the Musical. The culmination of over two months of work, over in a day. Music learned, blocking solidified, friendships built. It will be so weird not to be able to say, "See you tomorrow!". To think that "Goodbye" may be for the last. But I know that if I am meant to see someone again, I will. God said, "I know the plans I have for you", Declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you; To give you a hope and a future."

So, may we meet again, dear friends. As we depart the empty stage tomorrow, may you ever remember me, as I will remember you. You have truly changed my life, and I hope I have blessed yours. May God bless you in all that you do, everywhere you go, and who you become. :)

And I quote,

As you imitate great men, live your life to be imitated.

It seems that when I want to express myself, the best way is with the words of greater men and women, whether from a book I read or a song I have heard, their words seem to express what I yet cannot. Their thoughts seem to be on a higher plane, not completely alien to my mind in it's infancy, but the perfection of how I want to think.

As a kid in church I used to imitate an older gentelman in how I sat when I prayed and how I sang. Mere imitation on a physical level.

The strongest memory I have of Bill Bennet is when he prayed. It sounded like he was talking to his dad. Like Jesus when he said when praying, "Abba" which is roughly translated as "Daddy" Mr. Bennet has since gone home to be with his father, but that memory remains impressed upon my heart and mind. When I pray, I try to emulate Mr. Bennet. but it's no longer a mere physical thing. I'm beginning to understand the depth to his relationship with God, as mine deepens.

I realize that it is not enough to have role models, but I should strive to become one myself. Imitation is necessary to learn, but there is a time to eat solid food and not only learn, but be learned from.

Here I am in the dawn of my life. It's been a nice morning, but the evening, it is promised, will be beautiful.

My goal for the end of my life is to be imitated, to leave a lasting legacy for ages to come. And when I die, I want people to know that God has said to me, "Welcome home, good and faithful servant"

Did you know you can go back and edit old posts as if you just wrote them? Here I am 3 months later editing this empty post I created as if I was writing it in June. It's such a powerful feeling, to not be bound by time. It's like I'm in a fifth dimension. How incredible would it be to be able to write to yourself months, even days earlier and comment about what you're about to do, warning against, or encouraging various choices....

Somehow, I don't think I'd be any wiser for it. I think that I would get fed up with myself and ignore me. Most of the time, I don't listen to God, who does know what will happen, and I blatantly ignore Him; Why should I listen to a finite wretch like myself?

(Hi, Lincoln!)

Mirror Images

Our soul is above our mind, as our mind is above our emotions. There is an order to our beings. I never understood the nature of the trinity of God till, as Jesus says, I understood earthly things. I couldn't wrap my mind around the concept of God, "three-in-one" till I saw an image of God. Man's spirit is made up of three parts. The Soul, Mind, and Heart of Man mirrors Father, Son and Spirit of God. What perfect design! The completion of us is Him. Jesus said that the greatest commandment is to "love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind." To love God in this way is to perfectly reflect the God who made us in His Love. How could we give any less to such a loving craftsman? The commandment is so simple....

And yet...I fall so short. :-/
I don't feel like a Man when my being is not reflecting His. I'm not complete till I return his love. And not just an emotive love, a feeling, but where my whole being, heart soul and mind, perfectly balanced, embrace God completely and are filled up...and consumed.

Change my heart, Oh God. Make it ever true. Change my heart, Oh God. May I be like You.

Farewell

“Goodbye” doesn’t cut it.
“I’ll miss you”, not close.
“I’ll remember you always”
Is merely verbose.
And so, with a hug,
A touch and a smile
I’ll speak beyond words,
“Goodbye for a while”