Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Not only are the cymbals loud, they're damn heavy.

"When I am talking to somebody there are always two conversations going on. The first is on the surface; it is about politics or music or whatever it is our mouths are saying. The other is either communicating that I like the person I am talking to or I don't. God wants both conversations to be true. That is, we are supposed to speak the truth in love. If both conversations are not true, God is not involved in the exchange, we are on our own, and on our own, we will lead people astray. The Bible says that if you talk to somebody with your mouth, and your heart does not love them, that you are like a person standing there smashing two cymbals together. You are only annoying everybody around you. I think that is very beautiful and true."
-Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz, pg. 221

These thoughts have so much implication for the way we interact with every last person we encounter.

I was just hired at a great coffee shop to be a barista and take peoples' money. I'd bet about 50-80 people come through per every 6-hour shift I work. I have an average of 3 minutes that each one is in the shop to let them know I love them.

High calling.

But it is the Christ calling, and therefore, my calling.
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  1. StrangelycutlemonNovember 29, 2011 at 7:47 PM

    I wish I could speak Spanish; I work at a Mexican Restaurant. :D
    Awesome post.

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