A Centennial of Sorts

This blog has always been pretty much whatever I feel like posting.  It’s not really formal, and it’s not at all professional.  It’s just me.  And if you are reading this, I am so very glad that you are okay with that.

It feels like I’ve been absent for a long time, but in the grand scheme of things, the idea of a fortnight being “a long time” is really rather laughable.  We’re so tiny.  We’re here on this Earth for such a tiny span of time.  And I’m not sure what it means that you would spend some of that time reading my blog.  But it’s quite an enormous blessing to me.

I’m not entirely sure where I was going with this.  But I guess this is a good time to say thank you.  Because I hit 100 followers a while back, and that’s awesome.  So, thank you.  Sure, some people have 100 thousand followers to my mere 107, but why would I want to be “some people”?  I came into this last year with no expectations, and I plan to keep it that way.

Actually, I guess I do have one small expectation.  A favor to ask, if you will.

One of the most gut-wrenching things about our brief stay on planet Sol-3 is how crummy it can be sometimes.  Some days, life just sucks.  Don’t get me wrong; the joy and beauty and love and laughter and mind-blowing creativity to be found in life makes the pain worth it in the long run.  But that is often so hard to see in the midst of darkness.  Hindsight is 20/20 but we never understand our own stories until they end.  Or, if you believe in heaven, until they begin in earnest.

So, here is the favor I want to ask of you today, or if you’re reading this in the evening, to accomplish tomorrow.  The favor is this: find someone, someone who’s having a rough time of things, someone you otherwise wouldn’t have noticed or interacted with.  I ask you, dear reader, to seek out a personal encounter with them, and brighten their day.  It can be through a kind word, helping them with their errands or chores, a very large bouquet of flowers, spiritual and/or physical sustenance they would otherwise have had to make it through the day without…  Anything. It doesn’t matter.  Just find some simple way to love them.  Let them feel the light of Christ that shines in each of us.

After all, the instrument Christ uses to spread His love to each human being… is us.  And if I could accomplish one thing through this blog, I would want it to at least have made a few people’s day a little brighter.  My poems, my lists of songs I like, they’ll be forgotten.  But a kind word can save someone’s life.

That’s my wish this summer evening.  And I wish every blessing for you, dear reader.  Please pray for me, and I’ll do the same for you.

Love always,



I’m Not Dead (but Tom Might Be)

Dear all,

I hope you have been doing splendoriffically!  Basically, I wanted to check in today, and seeing as I have posted nothing for two weeks, assure you that I am not dead or seriously ill.  Or that I suddenly forgot how to type or had my computer stolen or my keyboard drenched in maple syrup or any other such catastrophe.  So this post will be a mish-mash of various stuff that ought to be said.

1) Today Is a Momentous Day

First of all, happy Programmers’ Day!  And to any programmers who may be reading this, thank you.  The further we move towards the future, the more important your job seems to become.  Without you, there wouldn’t be this website, nor a thousand other things we take for granted.  So really, thanks a lot.

And happy International Chocolate Day!  Yay for chocolate, and for whatever genius discovered how to make it.  To them, the world is forever grateful.

2) I Promise

…that more Greece posts are coming soon.  Hey, the closer we get to winter, the more fun it will be to reminisce on summer, right?

3) If you are looking for Tom…

Okay, my mom was in the kitchen for several hours yesterday, having garnered a large quantity of tomatoes to be processed (or so was the general impression) into sauce.  (To her as well, we are forever grateful.  YAY MOM.)  But anyway, when I entered the kitchen at around nine in the evening, the labels on the assorted jars told a more sinister story:



Tom Sauce.

So if you have been looking for Tom, I regret to inform you that I may have found him.

On that cheery note, I bid you a good Saturday evening.  Enjoy it!  And have some music too.  I say, I do enjoy posting music on here, but does it ever seem like it’s just a way for me to be lazy and not have to write as much?  I hope not.  Anyway, I love this song, so here it is.  And remember, YOU ARE AWESOME, and God loves you WAY more than you could possibly imagine.  You are golden.  Don’t you forget it.