“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: ‘It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.’”—Jim Jarmusch
“There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles… but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief - a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.”—George Elliot
“Trace stars with your fingers in hopes you’ll connect the dots, but don’t get caught in the lines that aren’t really there. ‘Cause there is life in every breath you take, and there is hope with every move you make, and every single mistake you think you’ve made should make you feel alive, ‘cause you only have one chance to live in this speck we call life.”—John O’Callaghan
Tonight I went to a friend’s house where she hosted about twelve foreign exchange students from Asia at DBU come over as an outreach since they need more experience talking with Americans to work on their English. So we intermingled for about 5 minutes and then the hostess, Barbie Sague, put on the Jesus film in Chinese. Then one of the students, Spring, from China, shared her testimony with the others. I couldn’t understand it because it was all in Chinese, but it was neat that there were already some believers in the group that could connect and communicate better with them. There were at least 3 more Christians in the group, one of which shared his testimony also.
Then we colored hard-boiled eggs and had ice cream, brownies, and strawberries and talked to each other. I had so much fun getting to know them! I didn’t know how much I enjoyed people until tonight! It made me fired up about sharing Christ with others and I got more joy out of it then I ever have before! I’ve always shied away from just striking up a conversation with complete strangers, but after praying that God would fill me with joy and that His light would shine through me, it was completely different. It’s emotionally and physically tiring to try to decipher what someone is trying to say when they’re new to English, but the Holy Spirit was filling me up with emotional strength and He came between the language barrier and it was easier to understand what they were trying to say to me.
I enjoyed it so much! I hope I get to see them again! When I told one of the students the church I go to, he told me that he also is starting to go there (this will be his third time this Sunday), so maybe I’ll be able to see them. Barbie Sague told me about a program on Thursdays, where students meet with Americans simply to practice their English, so I hope to do that over the Summer, once school isn’t a pressure.
God has great plans with this! Please pray that the seeds that we planted tonight would grow, that the students would be drawn to Christ, that whatever we said or did would bring glory to God, and that they could see Jesus in us and would seek Him.
April 25th is Break the Silence day, starting on the 24th, Sunday at 7PM, ending on the 25th, Monday at 8PM. 25 Hours of silence to bring awareness of Uganda. One hour for every year since the war. They have no voice; let us be their voice.
“But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”—John Green, Looking for Alaska