Littleness, lost pages, and lonely places

Exaltation of the lowly, sacred ground, and the sacramental nature of union.

(childish design/workmanship, unvisited personal sites, isolated work on unseen hard drives have power far beyond what their makers reckon.)

Form, volatility, and forging

Computers, html, and hyper-concepts

"Oh, for a muse of fire!"

The most volatile canvas has the greatest power in holding brush-strokes

(computer work is of similar "substance" to thought, literature, poetry, and music, and shares in their power, because it too partakes of a similar purity in its conception.)

Mythical, ancient, elemental - virtual modern bedrock

What is? What is Good? What is the web good for?

(computers are part of the reality transformed by Christ's death)

Worship: here and now.

"... believe me, the hour comes, when you shall neither on this mountain, nor in Jerusalem, adore the Father... "

Small medium, large largesse

Universally particular

As many aspects of God as there are;
are as many individuals;
are how many altars need to be built,
as many songs to be sung

Because everyone of your hairs has been counted

Crucibles, crucifixion, and crowns

What the enemy tangled in mockery, he never suspected would become intevwoven with REAL majesty.

God has a special plan for technologies employed mainly for evil.

"Thus saith the Lord: "Shalt THOU build ME a house to dwell in?"

Who are we to try and build for the maker of worlds... and of what and where and how?
 
Tents, tabernacles, temporary-residence, and the truth of "Emmanuel"

Economy of Salvation

Only rare things are precious.

God took embraced finite form so that his salvific acts would have "real" value.
The passion: 3 hours of agony and a few liters of unspeakably precious blood, minted all the currency that will ever be used to "purchase us at great price".

Our limited time for com-passion, viewed alongside eternity, is the "gold tried in the fire" because it is the rare reality that physical fire-tried-gold was made to foreshadow.

Your acts are precious, because they will come to an end soon, and never occur again.

Salvation is God acting in you, without counting the cost.
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A blog by any other name ...

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...would still bore as many as it offends.
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(... and smell as sweet.)
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Anyways, welcome to my journal, a blog-by-any-other-name!

I hope to use it, more as an essay-growing garden. Tossing out some thoughtseeds and cultivating them as inspiration strikes

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(...or uprooting them depending on how badly they stink.)
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