from an old email...
Yeah Allison lost our children because she was EXIGIENDOLA MUCHO and I said to her DEJE DE PEDIRLA YA!!! but she doesn't heard me and she lost the kids...but we can adopt 5 is cheaper in groups of 5
-minor
8.8.05
Art
Sarah put a short little post on her website where she asked what her readers think of Art. She especially wanted/or was interested in hearing how we think of it in terms of Christianity. This was really crazy to me, because I was driving over by the mall today, thinking about this. Mainly because I had been in William Sonoma admiring table clothes, and thinking how they can be peices of art just as much as Notre Dame.
As I drove out of the mall parking lot, I crossed Yosemite and got onto C470. The mountains were of course in plain sight, majestic and boring to me as they always are. For some reason I just started thinking about how God is the great Artist. The title of this blog is about seeing people for their God given beauty. Because we are all roses, in a sense of the word.
The table clothe I had been admiring (and nearly bought, yes, I am a freak)was blue with yellow. It had masterfully coloured flowers and stripes around the edges, it even had a few paislies. (You have to see it for it not to sound ugly.) And there was a pale yellow runner, that was wonderfully edged in a lacy sort of thread. The border was lovely. But it had nothing to compare to those brown mountains jutting out of the ground all the way out in Jeff Co. It was barely an imitation. The flowers were simply copies of a greater design. The lacy border on the runner was almost like a whispy impression of the wind as it whips through the aspens in fall.
Nothing, no matter how much time we spend on it, is ever very good. We, as humans, I think really suck at creating things. All books are really just there to fill a void or inform us, when really God is all that we need on either of those topics. Paintings are just a snapshot of God's creation. Speaking of snapshots-the same thing goes for photos. All art that is done by humans is really only an impression of what has already been done. And because of our sin, it is beautiful, but marred in imperfection. Nothing we create, design, write, paint, sculpt, draw--none of it will ever compare to the beauty that surrounds us. The beauty that was made by God.
I love art. But it is all so seemingly far away. So insignificant and indecent for the high courts that we will one day frequent. Here, it is beautiful and grand. The Taj Mahal may take away anyone's breath, as would the story behind it. But the Rockies jump out of the ground as you drive from the East. They soar into the sky undaunted by the passing years. The Statue of Liberty will rust and crumble, but Virginia Falls will flow unceasingly until their time is passed and gone.
Because what is made by God is incredible. What is made by man is simply bearable.
Vaarwel,
Sara
As I drove out of the mall parking lot, I crossed Yosemite and got onto C470. The mountains were of course in plain sight, majestic and boring to me as they always are. For some reason I just started thinking about how God is the great Artist. The title of this blog is about seeing people for their God given beauty. Because we are all roses, in a sense of the word.
The table clothe I had been admiring (and nearly bought, yes, I am a freak)was blue with yellow. It had masterfully coloured flowers and stripes around the edges, it even had a few paislies. (You have to see it for it not to sound ugly.) And there was a pale yellow runner, that was wonderfully edged in a lacy sort of thread. The border was lovely. But it had nothing to compare to those brown mountains jutting out of the ground all the way out in Jeff Co. It was barely an imitation. The flowers were simply copies of a greater design. The lacy border on the runner was almost like a whispy impression of the wind as it whips through the aspens in fall.
Nothing, no matter how much time we spend on it, is ever very good. We, as humans, I think really suck at creating things. All books are really just there to fill a void or inform us, when really God is all that we need on either of those topics. Paintings are just a snapshot of God's creation. Speaking of snapshots-the same thing goes for photos. All art that is done by humans is really only an impression of what has already been done. And because of our sin, it is beautiful, but marred in imperfection. Nothing we create, design, write, paint, sculpt, draw--none of it will ever compare to the beauty that surrounds us. The beauty that was made by God.
I love art. But it is all so seemingly far away. So insignificant and indecent for the high courts that we will one day frequent. Here, it is beautiful and grand. The Taj Mahal may take away anyone's breath, as would the story behind it. But the Rockies jump out of the ground as you drive from the East. They soar into the sky undaunted by the passing years. The Statue of Liberty will rust and crumble, but Virginia Falls will flow unceasingly until their time is passed and gone.
Because what is made by God is incredible. What is made by man is simply bearable.
Vaarwel,
Sara
6.8.05
Hey Seniors!
I know not many of you really read this site, but oh well, this is for those who do!
I mentioned to Zman (and he thought it was cool) that we should have a dinner thing where the seniors serve the freshmen. I think it would be a cool way to welcome them to the youthgroup, even though they have been here for a few months. It would kind of let them know that we are cool people who want to hang with them, even though they are underclass and we are SENIORS! (woo)
So... Here's what I was thinking in a more simplistic format:
Not tomorrow but next Sunday before Elevation (4:30 or 5:00ish?)
Food: Steaks, (I have an awesome salad recipe) and maybe chicken (grilled of course)
at church in the cafe area (can we pleeease decorate it?)
so those are pretty much the bare basics. I thought it would be really cool if we did this, as more of a seniors/freshmen thing. Not like Donna and Becky have asked us to do this so we are begrudgingly doing it on the week before school starts.
I know that the church has tableclothes so we could make the tables look pretty. And use some nice chinette paper plates so it is nice but nothing much to clean up. And what else? Oh, some nice napkins that we can get at sam's and clear plastic cups. Because those are actually nice.
And we would like actually serve them, does that make sense? Like ask, do you want chicken or steak? do you want salad? and then get it for them. I just think it would be a cool sort of washing the feet humbling sort of act thing. Except it would be lacking the nasty dirty feet aspect.
Let me know what you think.
Jakshï bolzïn
sara
I mentioned to Zman (and he thought it was cool) that we should have a dinner thing where the seniors serve the freshmen. I think it would be a cool way to welcome them to the youthgroup, even though they have been here for a few months. It would kind of let them know that we are cool people who want to hang with them, even though they are underclass and we are SENIORS! (woo)
So... Here's what I was thinking in a more simplistic format:
Not tomorrow but next Sunday before Elevation (4:30 or 5:00ish?)
Food: Steaks, (I have an awesome salad recipe) and maybe chicken (grilled of course)
at church in the cafe area (can we pleeease decorate it?)
so those are pretty much the bare basics. I thought it would be really cool if we did this, as more of a seniors/freshmen thing. Not like Donna and Becky have asked us to do this so we are begrudgingly doing it on the week before school starts.
I know that the church has tableclothes so we could make the tables look pretty. And use some nice chinette paper plates so it is nice but nothing much to clean up. And what else? Oh, some nice napkins that we can get at sam's and clear plastic cups. Because those are actually nice.
And we would like actually serve them, does that make sense? Like ask, do you want chicken or steak? do you want salad? and then get it for them. I just think it would be a cool sort of washing the feet humbling sort of act thing. Except it would be lacking the nasty dirty feet aspect.
Let me know what you think.
Jakshï bolzïn
sara
5.8.05
I cleaned out my closet...
I got rid of a lot of stuff. But not enough. I have more to lose, lots more of trash. I am a keeper. I keep random newspaper articles, smithsonian magazines for their pictures. All that jazz.
Somehow it doesn't feel like quite enough. Like I still have more to get rid of. So tomorrow I am going through my files of old poems (that are trash) old National Geographics, and Scientific Americans. It is going to be tossed. That crate is going goodbye, and so are all those nasty little dividers that I labeled in awful handwriting in 8th grade when I considered being organized a sort of mysterious gift that I was lacking.
Oh wait, it is something that I am lacking.
But you know, if I get rid of enough stuff, I won't have to be organized. There won't be anything left to be a mess with! Haha. But no joke. I have actually limited myself to what I can keep:
Clothes that I actually wear.
Things that go in my Hope Chest.
Smithsonian Magazines with AMAZING pictures (please note emphasis).
My books.
My shoes (yes I have a lot).
Hair/Perfumy kind of stuff that I actually use.
everything else must go!
Anyway this may seem like a random post, and it is. But I am putting it up in the hopes that maybe one or two people will ask me at church on Sunday: Hey! Did you clean out what you said you were going to?! If I have I can say, yes! and if not, I will go home and do it right away.
Wea jai,
Sara
Somehow it doesn't feel like quite enough. Like I still have more to get rid of. So tomorrow I am going through my files of old poems (that are trash) old National Geographics, and Scientific Americans. It is going to be tossed. That crate is going goodbye, and so are all those nasty little dividers that I labeled in awful handwriting in 8th grade when I considered being organized a sort of mysterious gift that I was lacking.
Oh wait, it is something that I am lacking.
But you know, if I get rid of enough stuff, I won't have to be organized. There won't be anything left to be a mess with! Haha. But no joke. I have actually limited myself to what I can keep:
Clothes that I actually wear.
Things that go in my Hope Chest.
Smithsonian Magazines with AMAZING pictures (please note emphasis).
My books.
My shoes (yes I have a lot).
Hair/Perfumy kind of stuff that I actually use.
everything else must go!
Anyway this may seem like a random post, and it is. But I am putting it up in the hopes that maybe one or two people will ask me at church on Sunday: Hey! Did you clean out what you said you were going to?! If I have I can say, yes! and if not, I will go home and do it right away.
Wea jai,
Sara
3.8.05
Ay,
No puedo entender! Es increible!
En domingo, Connor me abrazó 4 veces. Me dijo, 'estoy bien ahorrita.' Es muy raro. Todo el tiempo, nosotros luchamos. En serio. A veces la culpa es mia, pero, en este verano, creo que yo he estado mas bien con él, y yo tenía mas paciencia. 3 semanas pasadas, él me dijo una cosa, que me molestaba muchismo. El proximo día, yo dije a Brittany, 'no quiero tratar con él, para ser amigos. No me importa. No vamos a ser amigos, no mas.'
Fue triste, pero un realidad en este momentico.
Pero, ahorrita?! Es increible. Es comó, hay una persona mas differente en el cuerpo de Connor. A veces quiero decir, 'hola? Quien es, y dondé está Connor?' Es comó.... comó comó comó, es comó ese es la persona que yo conocé 2 años pasados. Comó la persona yo conocía en Costa Rica (mas o menos).
Y me gusta este cambio. Es una obra de Dios, es muy obvio. No puedo describir a Uds. Solo puedo decirles, es increible, y una gran obra de Dios.
Me gusta esa persona. Ahorra, estoy orgullosa para llamarse Connor un hermano mio.
En Dios, todo es posible, nada es imposible con él.
En el amor de Jesucristo!
Sarita
(sara de arroyo... HAHA! Recuerdas, Minor? Pero no es la verdad ahorra. Es mas comó Rachel de Arroyo! Haha. Deje de pedirla wirdo)
En domingo, Connor me abrazó 4 veces. Me dijo, 'estoy bien ahorrita.' Es muy raro. Todo el tiempo, nosotros luchamos. En serio. A veces la culpa es mia, pero, en este verano, creo que yo he estado mas bien con él, y yo tenía mas paciencia. 3 semanas pasadas, él me dijo una cosa, que me molestaba muchismo. El proximo día, yo dije a Brittany, 'no quiero tratar con él, para ser amigos. No me importa. No vamos a ser amigos, no mas.'
Fue triste, pero un realidad en este momentico.
Pero, ahorrita?! Es increible. Es comó, hay una persona mas differente en el cuerpo de Connor. A veces quiero decir, 'hola? Quien es, y dondé está Connor?' Es comó.... comó comó comó, es comó ese es la persona que yo conocé 2 años pasados. Comó la persona yo conocía en Costa Rica (mas o menos).
Y me gusta este cambio. Es una obra de Dios, es muy obvio. No puedo describir a Uds. Solo puedo decirles, es increible, y una gran obra de Dios.
Me gusta esa persona. Ahorra, estoy orgullosa para llamarse Connor un hermano mio.
En Dios, todo es posible, nada es imposible con él.
En el amor de Jesucristo!
Sarita
(sara de arroyo... HAHA! Recuerdas, Minor? Pero no es la verdad ahorra. Es mas comó Rachel de Arroyo! Haha. Deje de pedirla wirdo)
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