neljapäev, juuni 02, 2005
Questions
Today Evelyn asked me some questions that she has asked in the past, but today somehow they struck me differently. Why am I an officer? Why did I come to Estonia? What is my vision? I didn't have a ready answer.
These questions open others. So many questions call for searching honesty; that's not an easy thing, but it's necessary. Part of me wants to embrace the questions; part of me wants to run from them. It brings to mind a song by Miranda Stone. On "Remedy" she sings: "I need a living faith, not a limp excuse/Your dangerous wine, not some fake grape juice/A contrite heart you will not despise/Sprouting from the ground where my body lies."
Honesty brings authenticity. Pray that this will be reality for me.
--Tim
These questions open others. So many questions call for searching honesty; that's not an easy thing, but it's necessary. Part of me wants to embrace the questions; part of me wants to run from them. It brings to mind a song by Miranda Stone. On "Remedy" she sings: "I need a living faith, not a limp excuse/Your dangerous wine, not some fake grape juice/A contrite heart you will not despise/Sprouting from the ground where my body lies."
Honesty brings authenticity. Pray that this will be reality for me.
--Tim
