October 28, 2005
Calvin comes limping into the garage door, crying pitifully, face streaked with a mixture of dirt, tears, and blood. (Churchill would be proud.) To any general assessment, he has just gotten into a big fight... one wonders what the other guy looked like.
His story?
"I sawed Greg flipping on the swing, an' I tried it, an' I did it, but oncet I falled!"
(And Ben choruses from the background: "He can do really good flips!")
I washed off his face - the bloody nose, bloody lip, bumped noggin slightly abrased - not to mention all the dirt in his mouth, nose, lips, and hair! Ah. And then he had to change his shirt, which was FILTHY disgusting...
April 09, 2007
"When you go to God in any duty, take your heart aside and say, 'O my soul, I am now engaged in the greatest work that a creature was ever employed about; I am going into the awful presence of God upon everlasting moment. O my soul, leave trifling now; be composed, be watchful, be serious; this is no common work, it is soul-work; it is for eternity; it is work which will bring forth fruit to life or death in the world to come. Pause awhile and consider your sins, your wants, your troubles; keep your thoughts awhile on these before you address yourself to duty." -Keeping the Heart
Today, I find it ironical,
that in an event I do not recall and a book I do not remember reading, two common practices (that of dealing with dirt and blood, and that of self-dialogical writing) would surface so strongly. I don't know why I kept those papers. It's kind of cool.
