hoping for hope

Tonight, I stood in front of my house waiting for a friend to arrive. (my phone had died; i was unreachable) Every time a car would appear, I’d hope that it was my friend coming, but after three or four cars, I was still alone. And then for a while, no cars came, and I found myself thinking “I wish a car would come.” That struck me as odd, but it reveals something about hope, I think, because it shows that when no cars were coming, what I really wanted the most was another car to have some hope in, as if hope itself were a goal. and i think that probably it is. maybe it’s not the only goal, or even the best one. my friend finally came. so will Christ. but hope itself is a very good thing, too.

a poem by Rumi:

I called through your door,
“The mystics are gathering
in the street. Come out!”

“Leave me alone.
I’m sick.”

“I don’t care if you’re dead!
Jesus is here, and he wants
to resurrect somebody!”

Captain

that edward scissorhands is everyone is true

Edward Scissorhands is providing the instrumental soundtrack to my Christmas. It is a thing overwhelmingly good. i recommend it.

Unlike Jonah, I would never be so tactless as to flee in the opposite direction of Ninevah. My flights are far more sophisticated.

I own a nice camera now. I’m ready to photograph things, but the battery needs to charge.

Really, though, the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack is quite nice this time of year.

My beard is getting longer.

The Captain