a Family of immigrants
August 6, 2006
i saw so many wonderful friends this weekend in dallas. i miss all of you already, and i hope to see you sometime this fall. (Joshie, i’ve still got a phonograph record of Russian men reciting poems for you!!!)
i’m awake watching 24, even though I need to wake up in 5 hours because my “bedroom” at the Mablevale house (the living room) is being used as an all-night Jack-Bauer-fest theater. i think i could take him in a fight.
my driver-side window is embodying the “not-yet” reality of the redemption of creation, making paying tolls, purchasing fast food, and withdrawing funds frustratingly difficult. at times my frustration makes it difficult to embody the “already” part. especially when i really need a cheeseburger.
a dear friend of mine, reflecting today upon his recent changes in residence, observed that moving from place to place has proven to him that nowhere on this planet is truly home. i have much less experience in the matter of moving, but i too am convinced that my home is not in this world, as it stands now. today i got a job in litle rock (at the new starbucks at university and markham), so i will continue my period of exile in this little capital city, to the glory of God.
blogging here makes me feel young again!
Lovingly,
the Captain
