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| after leaving my hometown for college i have become critical of how my hometown is run. of course this would happen, what kind of prodigal son would i be if i didn't castigate my past? the concept of planning was never bestowed upon the good, kind souls of Hardin County officials. "farm land for sale" has become synonymous with "latent real-estate development." the fallow fields and hillside backdrops of my childhood eyes have been defaced by "1-acre and-a-home" american dream ploys. The enigma of mountain beauty has been marred by 4-walls-and-a-roof "design." A design similar to that which i constructed with arbitrary colored legos as an 8-year-old. Public Transit is a never-was, while 8 lane intersections are a norm. within this anything-but-green town of concrete and asphault was a tinge of hope, a speck of delight = a lonely road bike locked up outside of barnes and noble. oh, holy day, what a sight that was.
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| there is a place in my mind that i am drawn to with a magical force. not merely a different place, but a different time. a time when life was harder; but when life was more meaningful. a time not invested in possessions and desires, but in people and relationships. when community was the thread of individual lives - drawn together into a web of love. when one did not fear the man next to him, but shared in his story - connected not by personal interaction, but by shared experience. how far removed we are from this place. busy in the hustle for comfort and relaxation. i long for this place to exist here and now, but it will not - for this is the place of heaven. where beauty and love and friendship align in perfect harmony. this is home; a home we do not leave; a home to which we need not say goodbye. we strive to build these communities here on earth and we know when we have come close when the time to say goodbye comes we mourn for the loss of that love, that beauty and that friendship.
friends, may this not be goodbye. may it merely be time to grow and reflect and grow in the anticipation and excitement of one day coming together again: in perfect harmony; in perfect community.
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| each day i am ever the more reminded that it is not the material
possessions that make us happy, but the people with whom we share our
time, our love, and our memories. thank you Lord for reminding me what
it is that truly matters.
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| the loss of love is something i have never been good at; still.
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| we begin to lack respect for all of life when we lose the deep rooted connection and responsiblity we all owe to the sustainer of life - the earth on which we walk. walking we are consumed with the steps ahead of us in the day and forget to look beneath us at the ground we tread. beneath each of our footprints lies thousands of organisms working together in ways not even our greatest computers can understand. ants march together without command; seeds open on their own accord - bringing forth new life of beauty and sustanence; the fallen tree rots and is eaten by millions of bugs which our eyes can not see; worms crawl through this ground lossening soil and decomposing the dead to create a soil that is more fertile than any man can make with his fixing methods and farm machinery. man can sow thousands of acres of corn and wheat and soybeans, but this is so very pale in comparison to an acre of rainforest. dense with life and the healing power over death. single acres transforming the toxic air we emit into fresh, fragrant air we can live to breath safely. when man is able to replenision this acre to its original God manifested form - then, maybe, i might have hope for the future of this world. yet, i think man can not, and even if he could, he would not commit the time and energy to create this beautiful work of art - no - he would rather plow it under in a vein effort to make another penny; knowing or unknowing of the amazing power this acre holds. the price of this acres work is priceless. sequestering carbon, fixing nitrogen, creating clean air, giving home to millions, and reminding us that God does exist and that His power of creation - His artisic skills - are a thousand fold over our own - for which we do nothing but destroy. create! renew! and bring forth the shalom and peace that God has commanded us to do.
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