Read that post here at the circle of hope blog.
The sentencing yesterday was really sad. It seemed like there wasn’t any good option that the judge could say that would bring the healing needed by Conor, his family, or the victim’s family. There was a strong presence of support for people having a hard time, though. Even in those moments the church was there, and that made a difference.
We could fly away
Away from our internal bonds,
Or close the window.
I was really impressed by the depth of those who were able to make it out last night to the FN Stakeholders meeting. When we get together like that something profound happens. I’m grateful for so many partners. I’m glad we not only have something great going in our little congregation but are part of something much larger and connected by the way we live it out.
Grandiose groves grow
Seemingly seedlessly but
Only in our heads.
Me and Lily went to hang with my next door neighbor John today. He’s been a published cartoonist since the 70’s. Some of them got turned into snowglobes. He let Lily hold the one that this comic (from the New Yorker) became. Pretty cool. Tons of his comics here.
Okay, maybe only the end of the greatest show in TV history-Battlestar Galactica. Season 4.5 is underway next Friday, and will be the beginning of the end of a great ride. There are 10 webisodes to prime the pump, only 8 are on scifi.com/rewind right now, so if you want to wait until they are all there to save yourself from suspense, better wait.
Samuel Anders, whose quote is the title of this post
The end of 2008 has also come and gone. So have the days of having to root for Pat the Bat (sorry, Phil).
gone to Tampa Bay to DH
A dynamic year,
Rich with grief and jubiliation…
Glad to see it gone.
Today I had my 2 finals, officially marking the end of the semester! whew! In some ways I now know why it took me so long to get back in college, in other ways I’m really siked to be taking classes. It’s not always easy, but it’s really stimulating and deepening. I definitely felt like an “adult student” today when I was really pumped to write an essay for 2 hours for my final in History of Southern Africa (thanks, Teshale!). The question was to state Steve Biko’s ideology of Black Consciousness and his critique of White liberalism. It was a treat to sit for that time with Mr. Biko and reflect on his inspiring writings and life.
Steve Biko, 1946-1977
It’s going to be nice not having to go to class or do all that reading, at least until late January. Next semester I set up my schedule way better and have equally cool classes so it won’t be as wild as this one.
The twelfth of September
A light, once bright was dimmed.