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“The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable man tries to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, the unreasonable man is the source of all progress in the world.” – George Bernard Shaw |
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“Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.” – James 1:23-24 |
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“To be Christian is far from quiet
conformity. On the contrary, it is
Christ’s example as the unreasonable man which shows us how we are
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From Quiet Time Journal Note: names and certain details emitted, noted by a “(…)” or a letter (not an initial) for names, and pronouns defaulted to male, due to privacy issues.
Please pardon the handwriting – I’m currently writing in this book in a moving car (My Father is driving us to the Ritz movie Theater). We’re planning on watching Dare Devil. It looks like it’ll be a good movie. Something happened last night that has me mildly concerned. Scratch that. It has me greatly concerned by I’m calm enough to be okay not to do anything other than think & write. X and Y had a talk about something which X can’t seem to speak with me about. I’m happy that he found someone else he’s able to talk to, but it hurts a bit to know that he can’t talk to me about whatever it is. Y wound up giving me clues. I don’t think it was on purpose…wait, actually maybe they were. He was trying to get X to talk in front of me – bringing me into the situation. It is somehow related to accepting yourself. If it concerns (…) then why not talk with me? If he skirted the issue around Y why not say anything to me when we were alone? What sort of issue would stop him from saying anything to me and would let him speak with Y? I’m missing something and it’s making me worry. *rolls eyes* “Who by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” I’m concerned. That’s the word I should use. - |
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From Quiet Time Journal, Written during Psychology Class Maybe I should invent a story about this boy named Daniel. - |
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From Quiet Time Journal, Written during Psychology Class Well, I’ve finally done it. I’ve introduced myself to a random person in my psychology class. Her name’s “Becca” I think, “Rebecca” more likely. --- We’re learning about “groupthink” in Psychology class & the church comes very close to falling fictim to this but fortunately we are actively seeking out ways to open discussion. --- Interesting, now we’ve switched to Leadership. Did God time this? It’s as though He’s telling me to get started with “The Quest.” Tacey already has the paperwork to get the student organization going. An idea for Quest: Tacey and I should be co-presidents. Added -James Dinh |
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Updates Okay, I’ve finally gotten around to putting on more journal entries. Make certain to check last month to see if you missed any of those entries. Sorry for the lack of regular updates. Life’s been busy. - |
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From Hand-Written Journal I refuse to play the poor victim-role of comedy relief. - |
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From an instant message conversation (Friend): Loneliness is a @*#$! Me: Well send the little dog to obedience school and get over it. Tears On my door, written on a little strip of paper, is a question I wrote: When was the last time I cried? Well today I cried. Only a few minutes ago in fact. I cried because of the pain of someone who has somehow become very dear to me. I prayed for her and I felt as though her strife….no only a seeming of it, rushed into my heart, but that mimicry was strong and I know that she feels so much worse. How does such a little child suffer so much pain? So much depression? She suffers from problems far worse than those I had to go through and now she lacks those factors that had made and still make me resilient to such pressures. Her friends have abandoned her. Her parents ask too much of her and show little compassion for the things that a teenage girl cares about. She’s loosing her dog who had given her so much joy and had reminded her of herself. She’s given up God. She’s abandoned faith and calls Earth a Hell. Oh my dear (….), I pray for you despite your rejection of God. I know that you are strong. We share the same hot blood that does not let us give up unless in utter desperation. You may believe that you have reached that point, (…), but I know that you have not. I know that you have the strength to rise from this “wretched place” as you call it, and find a life where you know where you are going – a life where you can be happy and deal with all the problems which come your way because I know that you are smart enough to see how small those problems truly are to something as powerful, sweet, and as strong as you are. Take care, my dear, and know that there are those out there who have come to love you. And also, (…), thank you. I thank you for giving me a reminder of why I live and why I have faith. - |
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