Whats important and the spirit of all things good

Its been a tough couple days. Lotsa stuff to occupy the mind and work through; for many people around CSC. I believe we are doing the best we can to bring truth and love to campus and as such, we have to deal with a lot of stuff that comes up from our past(s). Its painful, it's tricky, it's dam hard... but it's worth it.
So one of my escapes and sources of renewal is running. On my run yesterday, I was running on a side road and there was a tree down in the middle of the road. Not a huge tree, but not a small one either, probably like 20 feet long. So I decided to play the Samaritan and haul that tree off into the forest to be with its other wind stricken, fallen comrades. As I was struggling with the overgrown sapling, a mini-van came barreling down the road and flew by. In my fit of frustration and endorphins, I jumped into the middle of the road and yelled, "you're welcome" at the top of my lungs...
and then i felt stupid. Stupid and tired. That whole thing about a good deed with bad intention cancelling out the fact that it was a good deed, yeah that. hmm. How quick we are to judge. How quick we are to let anger lead, because, after all, we just did something good, we must have all the answers right?
Well, no. And through the midst of the chaos, relief Always comes at its appointed time. My renewal was not so much in my run that day, but rather in the kids I work with (yay for good behavior and the hilarious moments where everything makes sense in the words of a child) and a surprise meeting with my ol roomate and close friend. People! God gets us, he feels us, he knows our hearts. We can't get out of our bad moods alone, we can't even humble ourselves to realise the beauty in the moment. We can't even stop our impulses enough to think about how this feeling, the one filling your legs and exiting your chest, this anger and absolute feeling of betrayal, was the very same one Jesus felt and is still feeling, over and over again. We are to move closer by loving, To love someone is to move closer. Even through good deeds.

I mentioned this blog is about everyday miracles. Everyday truly is. Let's slow down and help our futile minds grasp this notion. For our stories still have an author who cares, still have a reason to believe.

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BEGINNINGS- Sanctuary in a Lions mouth

REVERSE!
Why the blog and what's it all about? And how come correspondence is such a long word?

Well, I want to write, as the sub title mentions about everyday miracles and important lessons I learn in my life adn maybe, just maybe they are helpful to others, if even one other person. Believe it or not, lessons learned in New Hampshire are actually applicable to life outside of living free and looking at mountains. Ok, so Correpondence comes from a phrase that has meant a lot to me the last few years. Your could also write heart, or spark, or feeling. The correspondence is that moment where your heart feels alive, it could be a spring rain shower, a smile of an old friend, the voice of God, a sunrise, a song- whatever. Point is it moves you, and it sustains you. This is the movement of the heart that we all so desperately desire, and, need.
The word Daring simply comes from the fact that so few actually take the chance at letting this feeling move them and help them live and discover that a heart alive, is a heart right. SO what does this feel like?
You'll know when you get there. Trust me. There is nothing else like it. In the words of Jon Foreman, "there ain't no durg, no drug to make me well"-Maybe the drug is the heart, and maybe it takes feeding, nurturing, affection, creativity, and even words to move- Maybe its been ransomed, but yet still feels trapped.

Anyway, this is about our hearts. recapturing them, feeling them, making them move. Its not easy; its actually petrifying. Yet it is worth it. And somehow your body, your soul want to head towards this correspondence, this light.
I believe it is found in all things, but especially in simple conversations where tow people share whats going on and encourage one another. It starts at the ground level. It starts with you, and me. It's a courageous heart, its a bold proposition, its a true feeling, it is a Daring Correspondence and its there for the taking. Are you willing to Move? Chances are I am just as scared as you, but, I am Hoping beyond Hope this is true-

We are ALL alive, but how many of us are really living?
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Tension and Thrill

"When I look into your eyes, I see, the tip of an iceburg,

When I look into your eyes I see, love is an iceburg,

That throws us into the sea"- Sleeping at Last

The more I live, the more I realize that our lives are lived out, or are supposed to be lived out in such contrasts. When stripped away to it's simplest form, life is truly about contrasts; live/die, Hope/give up, love/hate, peace/war and on and on. It is in the middle ground between contrasts that we are unsettled, that we forget how to live. Because even this middle ground leads, at the end of the day, to an in or an out, a truth or a falsehood. I am really starting to understand what Jesus meant when he said, "let your yes mean yes; and your no mean no. Everything else is from the evil one".

My friends, we need to lay it on the line to truly live!

As I arise into this day I forget about how nice a day I had yesturday, frought with unique and beautiful adventures. Yet, i am reminded of the day by the aches in my bones and muscles. As an outdoor athlete, sometimes going farther means feeling all kinds of sore the following day. Yet, how can I link this soreness to something that was, for all intensive purpose, good. All the while others are arising from their saturdays to soreness, yet they cannot recount it as good, maybe they cannot recount for why thier bodies hurt at all.

I believe this is where the idea and the identity of God show up. How can one tell the difference and who even cares? Between the contrasts of two relatively similar feelings, one feels at peace while the other, through smiles and tired sighs; does not.

The tension is here and yet so few choose to even acknowledge it. It is scary to be on one side, it is lonely and it hurts like hell. But it's reality. Its real and its raw and it is life. And at the end of the day, the thrill far outweighs the tension, and the iceburg is worth the climb.

Hello Love. Welcome! Move. Salvation is here.