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Same New | Carpe Diem
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For us the creatureliness and miraculousness of the day has completely disappeared. We have deprived the day of its power. We no longer allow ourselves to be determined by the day. We count and compute it, we do not allow the day to give to us. Thus we do not live it. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer. 23 January, 2013. A History of Love. Sometimes I wake up to the snow that wrapped itself around everything during the night. I suck the air into my lungs, I breathe hard, I live. Enough For One Man’s Life →. Second ha...
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New Blog | Carpe Diem
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For us the creatureliness and miraculousness of the day has completely disappeared. We have deprived the day of its power. We no longer allow ourselves to be determined by the day. We count and compute it, we do not allow the day to give to us. Thus we do not live it. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer. 20 February, 2014. 27 April, 2014. If I still have any! I, personally, rejoice to announce the birth of another blog, Things Remote. The purpose of Things Remote. Love and the Pursuit of God. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Love and the Pursuit of God | Carpe Diem
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For us the creatureliness and miraculousness of the day has completely disappeared. We have deprived the day of its power. We no longer allow ourselves to be determined by the day. We count and compute it, we do not allow the day to give to us. Thus we do not live it. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Love and the Pursuit of God. 16 October, 2013. 16 October, 2013. But then why do so many people end up unhappy? Is he my darling child? What if you were so passionate about God, what if your life was no longer about m...
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R. Hopkins | Carpe Diem
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For us the creatureliness and miraculousness of the day has completely disappeared. We have deprived the day of its power. We no longer allow ourselves to be determined by the day. We count and compute it, we do not allow the day to give to us. Thus we do not live it. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Author: R. Hopkins. 20 February, 2014. 27 April, 2014. If I still have any! I, personally, rejoice to announce the birth of another blog, Things Remote. The purpose of Things Remote. Love and the Pursuit of God. For a...
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The Orator's Education: Past Return
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013. Past the point of no return. Almost in the realm of sane. What if we just cannot tell. When opportunity has come? It knocks and we just close the door. Though we listen more than some. What if while waiting for the right. We come to find that we've been wrong? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Between the Lane Lines: Chronicles of a Redheaded Lifeguard. In Which the Author said "Yes! A Post Script as Preface.
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The Orator's Education: Care and Create
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Wednesday, March 13, 2013. I was made to care and create. To learn and discern, help and relate. I study while also trying to be there. Present in school, and present to care. Time is an angel, and a demon to be sure. When you most need it, whisks off in a blur. In balance always my life must be. For not for my smarts do men look up to me. Not for riches, beauty, or. But that I live life with integrity. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. In Which the Author said "Yes!
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The Orator's Education: April 2013
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013. Our hearts hang heavy when somebodies die. Even American flags softly cry. Bowing, half standing, silently weep. While over our country a steady watch keep. Today I saw a sight I thought I'd never see. Freedom's flag was mourning ever less than me. It stood so proudly with its head raised high. While I hung my head, at full mast did fly. Oh star spangled banner, how could you forget? At such a time in hist'ry, how could you just let. Things roll off your back? Links to this post.
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The Orator's Education: February 2013
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Sunday, February 17, 2013. High on a hill in an elevated cave. Sits a weary man. Sipping a Vanilla Coke. And working on a software plan. He listens to the radio. Music-less he makes his charts. It's not where he wants to be. His health and his utter sanity. Are blurry if you look too fine. That twitch in his eye and the limp in his thigh. Echo his state of mind. Felt loved, felt lonely; cried, didn't die. Finished early, finished late; he even tried. Both sides of a target ever so wide. And do your duty.
