I got to, what seems like, finally take a weekend away from things. To Garden City I went, with Intervarsity, one of the new groups I've been going to on-campus. I can't remember the last time I've truly felt that relaxed. The salt was thick, the floors were covered with bandaids and my clothes smelled sometimes.
It was great.
Even though the weekend wasn't focused on it, I was drawn to a verse that I've always loved since I read it in the introduction of one of my favorite books, it's Ephesians 5:12-14:
For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret. But everything exposed by the light becomes visible, for it is light that makes everything visible. This is why it is said:
"Wake up, O sleeper,
rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you."
I've always found myself drawn to the opposites within Christ; sin and grace, life and death, love and hate, light and dark, the latter especially. I think our society often strays away from certain subjects, certain topics which are best to be avoided-maybe they'll disappear if we speak about them in whispered meetings, or even better, not at all. And yet, in this darkness, we discover light. We discover this light when it exposes the darkest corners of our lives and hope becomes the currency of conversation. Nobody wants to admit it, but it's as if a hush has fallen over the crowd to avoid the reality which burdens so many of us. This death we are living in, sometimes alongside Christ with him trying to wake us, or other times with his absence large and known, is dead, in death in death in death. Living in death. And yet it's so hard to rise and let Christ shine. Let the source which will expose our darkest secrets be from the light source of Christ.
I listened to this awesome song today, once again, makes me wish I were musically inclined for once. Kind of reminded me of The Epochs, too. Here are the lyrics to 'Dance on our Graves' if you gotchaselftwominutes!
I hear something out there calling my name
No matter where I turn it all looks the same
There's sleep at night I just stay up and wait
But the burning in my blood never came
Will I know it?
Will I see it
When you're here
I need you now
I need you more than ever before
I know the man I am is not who I should be
The devil takes my hand says "Child come with me"
My body shivers and aches, I can't break free
Why do the things I hate come so naturally?
When we can see the light when we're going home
We'll dance on out graves with our bodies below
We'll sing along: hallelujah
Oh, and then pictures from this weekend of course. I don't know why I want to do most of them in black and white, but I do. Here goes-
I don't know why I like this one, but anyone who knows my photography well enough knows that I always photograph hands for some reason.
And of course, Henry came along. How could anyone leave him at home with that face?
Group Photo!
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