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yeoman: August 2012
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In between two worlds. Wednesday, August 15, 2012. Ran Dumb In Sights. Driving around Korea was unnerving at first but I got the hang of it pretty quickly. Basically, the blinker is only a suggestion. Like "please? May I lane change right now because if I miss this exit I will end up with a 10 minute detour? They say there are 3 women that a Korean man must listen to for his own survival: his mother, his wife, and his navi. Rest stops along the freeway are mini-oases and I actually look forward to the bo...
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yeoman: January 2014
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In between two worlds. Thursday, January 23, 2014. Last semester I preached sermons in class. All I could concentrate on was the time ticking down in the back. Tick. Tock. Sounds the same. Feels different. Everybody sounds the same. Biblical. Outlined. Structured. Fifteen minutes. Metaphors. All check. But not quite the same. And that same beat pumps again. There must be more. What makes a great sermon? A powerful, impactful sermon? What was last week's sermon about? It's a motor cycle. I am no expert, b...
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yeoman: May 2014
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In between two worlds. Thursday, May 8, 2014. That grit your teeth, gut wrenching, growling into roaring, fist slamming into hardwood floor kind of feeling. And soon after, that stare off into space, sitting in a corner, slow, heavy, audible sighing of all the unused oxygen stored away in the secret crevices of my lung. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Wasted potential. Regret. And will I still strive for that purpose even when there's no one around? That tear is stored away somewhere in my eye. That prayer ...
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yeoman: July 2012
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In between two worlds. Tuesday, July 31, 2012. Here in the motherland. Father and son. Missionary hostel room 601. Humidity: Sticky. A/C: Blessing. Late-night grocery shopping. Ice cream eating. 2% drinking. Still sticky. Olympic watching. Judo fighting. Kim Jae Bum rooting. How is it that we can root for a complete stranger simply based on a common nationality. Citizens of heaven. Great cloud of witnesses. Pass the baton. Beautiful cycle. It's time for some Seoul searchin'. Monday, July 23, 2012. And th...
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yeoman: March 2014
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In between two worlds. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. It's that feeling again. Heartquake. No hearts in the eyes, but bloodshot eyes from tireless nights. No butterflies in the stomach, but growling stomachs from involuntary fasting. Daily Bread. Daily grind. And when the hills were caving in and the enemy was upon us. He made a way in the desert and brought us to the oasis.". Someone I. Forgot. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. He speaks loud and clear. But we don't hear a sound. He whispers His love.
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yeoman: Speak
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In between two worlds. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. He speaks loud and clear. But we don't hear a sound. He whispers His love. But our hearts are closed. He points to His Word. But we ask for a translator. We start with Dear God. We end with Amen. Now it's His turn. But we only pretend. That He dances over us. That His blood covers us. That He always waits for us. That He's waiting for us now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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yeoman: Retreat Forward
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In between two worlds. Friday, July 5, 2013. Yes, I was nervous. Forward. The rest is trusting in God to do the rest. Fresh fire. Fresh breath. Fresh eyes. Fresh new chapter. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What is written is better than what is remembered. View my complete profile.
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yeoman: June 2012
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In between two worlds. Monday, June 18, 2012. I Know Why the Songbird Sings. The songbird is caught in its own melody. Black ink lures her with perfect harmony. Five lines now vertical. Behind bars now vertigo. Pulse is measured and time is anonymous. One and three become synonymous. The lock's in place and the key's on G. Dots and flags become the ball and chain. Songbirds are meant to sing. Of the freedom of spring. Nature abandoned on the back of her wings. Sun rays spotlight the conductor of winds.
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yeoman: December 2011
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In between two worlds. Tuesday, December 13, 2011. I was coming out of Feinberg Hall when the ninja in me was suddenly awakened. Forget about being a grad student who had just turned in a Greek exegesis paper on the finer points of remaining in Christ found in the 15th chapter of the Gospel of John, I just had. To jump the 6 foot wall and climb up the hill to my freedom, or the sidewalk. A shortcut, no doubt, but quite a dangerous. A cartoon. I might as well have yelled out "meep meep!
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yeoman: July 2013
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In between two worlds. Friday, July 5, 2013. Yes, I was nervous. Forward. The rest is trusting in God to do the rest. Fresh fire. Fresh breath. Fresh eyes. Fresh new chapter. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What is written is better than what is remembered. View my complete profile.
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