a mobile generation

A mobile world,

a mobile phone

a mobile life we seek to lead-

moving, travelling, chasing some need

As Generation Y

we find ourselves

hunting for a home,

searching the New Territory; an internet drone.

Instagram, snapchat, facebook, tweet

“This food looks great…

Let’s take a pic before we eat”


Some break off, “Slow down” they warn

Getting smaller and smaller

as the connections get shorn-

But how to return to a less mobile life

Perhaps more steady,

perhaps with less strife?

How to be less available

to a world demanding more-

More time, money, thought consumption

it outsources many a chore

whilst trading in for new ones as we

tap, chat, send and reply

To an message we’re late for

that’s only just come by.

Mobility is wonderful,

it is freeing indeed

but just ensure we’re not the ones

trapped in with created need.



Because I knew you

Our perspective shifts as we come to know people. Memories colour what we see all around us. As we grow, our memories become entwined – layering one upon  another – a bittersweet symphony filled with the absences and presence of all that has passed. Because of the places we went and the things we said…because of the way you made me feel…because I knew you – the world is a different place.

“We do we fall, Bruce?” and other Linsanity.

“Why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up” Thomas Wayne says to Batman in the movie Batman Begins.

However, if I were to answer that question, “Why do we fall?”, I think we fall because we are who we are; imperfect, just as life is. And more importantly when we fall, we find that God can catch us when we realise we aren’t superhuman. He’s the ultimate “wing”-man. It is when we try to do everything ourselves, that life seems to become more and more of a burden.

I’ll have to come out and admit that I’ve been in a right funk the last couple of weeks. The strange thing about my funk is that it isn’t a continuous one. It’s more that things have been off kilter for a while. There are multiple reasons and explanations-from stressful life circumstances to bad habit formation; but the biggest one for me? My game plan was all wrong!

I placed God onto the bench, rather than playing him as my point guard. Instead, I let Sloth and Frustration play too many minutes on the court, when all they did was score points for the opposing team. I didn’t pay attention to the messy teamwork between Head and Heart [even though they have such great potential]. I even started to let Mouth run away with the ball and commit too many fouls.

But you know what? The game isn’t over yet, I’ve called Injury Time and I’m going through things again. Kicking out the old players and putting in some new ones will have a little backlash, but with God in control, I know  it’ll be just fine. Winning doesn’t always look like flying in to save a city like Batman or even just scoring a winning streak in basketball. Winning is living out God’s best for me-for today and for each day to come. Yesterday’s game may have been poor form, but there’s no need to let it be the norm. I don’t know how quickly I can stage a turn-around, but with the help of the fans, and a good team; one thing is for sure; we’ll be heading in the right direction.

Relevant Passage: the book of James.


Hidden Sin & Patronized Grace – Cory Copeland

Hidden Sin & Patronized Grace

Taken from: http://corycopeland.tumblr.com/

I am a sinner who sins…a lot. And not only in the accidental, “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I let that curse words slip out” kind of sin, but in the committing of sins where I know what I’m doing is wrong and do it anyway because I know I can ask for God’s forgiveness later. How crooked is that? I completely and 100% take full advantage of the never-ending grace and forgiveness that God provides. And it shames me.

We’ve heard it said that sin is sin. Big or small, accidental or on purpose, evil or less so, all sin is equal. But to be honest, I think we qualify sin based on our position within the Christian condition. We find ourselves feeling better about our mistakes because we know a God Who will gladly grant mercy and grace to us simply because we asked. On the flip side, we sometimes have a tendency to look down on the unsaved and their revelry because they possess no remission for their acts of decadence. They feel no guilt or admonishment for their acts, so they simply move past them while we sit and judge in wide-eyed wonder. But what of sin’s equality? The sin I commit, whether if it’s out in the open like the unsaved masses or done behind my closed door, it isn’t more malicious because it’s a Christian doing the sinning—nor is it less of a sin because I plan on asking for forgiveness as soon as I put on my jammies and crawl in to bed. Whether it is committed with knowledge and recognized will or it is merely an accidental slip up, my Christian sin is equal to that of the unsaved heretic.

Yet, as we commit these sins (and we do so daily), there seems to be a security blanket surrounding our conscious and alleviating our doomed regret—that warm blanket is our salvation. I can’t speak for you, but I can say with all honesty that I abuse His grace was fervency, choosing to seek my own satisfaction and contentment above living a pure and holy life. In all, I am guilty of patronizing the grace He affords me because I mock it with my willful sin, yet come crawling back with a humble bow, asking once again for forgiveness and redemption. For that, I am wrong.

Our God is one of never-ceasing grace, always willing to forgive us and welcome us back. But shouldn’t we be trying to be better? I can be. I should be. I need to be. I’m weak and selfish, so I give in to the temptations that haunt me, knowing full well He’ll welcome me back when I’ve gotten my fill. It’s despicable. Though His forgiveness is replenishing and forever available, each of us must be willing to learn from our mistakes and succumb to the good and holy ways of our Father. Doing so will move us forward in our walk with Him and allow us to be the example He wishes us to be. Otherwise, we are stuck in a singular place, always walking away before crawling back again and again, cursed redundancy plaguing our journey in Him. We can strive to be better. It takes turning away from the things that bring us down, while willfully accepting that grace is a gift and not a right. Within this decision, we can be the Christians He has always called us to be.


As x approaches infinity we find that

one can’t be something to everyone

and one can’t do everything for anyone

Though plenty of people try.

Broken things need a Mender

The glass was brittle and fragile from the cold. Previous hands had dropped it too many times. She had attempted to patch it on her own but the cracks still showed despite all the things she used. So when she picked up the vessel easily-it was empty after all-it was in order to put it in the bin.

A small stamp on the base caught her attention just as she was about to bag the trash. She  had forgotten about it. Perhaps He would know what to do with it.

He inspects the piece. It has not been treated well, and will take a lot of work. However he doesn’t shake his head the same way countless others before had. She looks on with renewed hope.

“Can you fix it?” she asks with trepidation.

He looks at her. “I made it. Do you trust me with it?”. She has lost her voice, but nods slowly.

The Mender takes her piece back to His workshop. Holding the glass gently, he puts it in the fire. The glass warms, softens and melts. He recasts the molten liquid and presses His stamp once more over it. It sits on his workbench remade-beautifully clear and whole.


When trying to fix things, the smartest thing to do is to ask the maker for help. We follow this principle for so many things-computers, cars, even meals- but forget it applies to people too. Who better to ask than God, our creator who knows us and makes us so wonderfully and lovingly? He won’t use duct tape or windex (see my big fat greek wedding to get this joke) to fix things. He has the best workmanship around. He won’t cut corners. He’ll remould you, better than ever.

Psalm 139:1-18 (NIV)

1 You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.

Catching and Dropping

After boiling the eggs for several minutes

Pour the hot water


And let the cold water flow


Take two eggs

Tap them against each other to

Break the shells in parts

For easy peeling off…

Strangely when I do it, only

one egg seems to crack

Not both.

It is the same sort of feeling as when I caught a cup from falling off a table but dropped my fork


Sometimes doing simple things is hard.


Sometimes we forsake one thing for another. Sometimes we don’t even notice until it’s too late. This is a poem/piece of prose about such moments.

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