I've been thinking about the importance of writing. Getting my thoughts down on paper or at least somewhere I can read over them again and again to sort out the jumble in my mind and life.

Loflin and I went out to Subway just two days ago and we talked about the heart. It is what directs a life. Fears, embarrassments, pains and joys all mix together and give substance to who I am. And underlying all these conditional parts of my heart is my soul, the one that God made, the one that sin can ruin or bring to an understanding of God Himself.

The darkness in mine wants so much to run rampant. To rage, to yell, to revel in itself. I see two hearts I can yield to--man's or God's. I don't know what will push me over either edge, instead I'm bouncing back and forth between the two. Lukewarm comes to mind.

Loflin later wrote me saying this.

"Maybe two of the most profound, yet simply phrases I keep on the forefront of my mind and heart are:
'Seek and you shall find'
'The truth shall set you free'"

I'm thinking.

january ferry

A couple of weeks ago me and a couple buddies took the ferry from Manhattan to Staten Island. This is the view of the city at about midnight. Not bad.