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| I don't know if there'll be enough volunteers, or any volunteers for that matter, to help out with the afterschool tutoring ministry. There are many things going against it:
1) The target population is not the adorable, cuddly, little munchkins you see running, crawling, being cute on Sunday mornings.
2) The time of the ministry is actually during the week, evening hours for that matter, as opposed to the very convenient hours on Sundays.
3) It's much less conspicuous, as opposed to having others see you serve.
4) I feel as if I'm the only dedicated staff, even though I have a fulltime job and am involved in other ministries, thus leaving little time to plan, advertise, strategize, etc..
5) I do not have the backing/direct involvement of other staff members who have kids of their own in childcare, er, I mean, in that ministry.
Hmm, the more I think about it, the more this feels like THIRD all over again.
Do I have the strength to run a ministry fueled by angry defiance of the popular majority? To stay under the radar, to be completely exhausted for the sake of those who cannot repay in any way other than passing their assignments/tests/quizzes/grade and move on in life?
I saw so many volunteers during the children's ministry's orientation this past Sunday and the fire started building inside.
What about those middle/high schoolers in town who cannot afford to get private help? They may not even go to HR, or to any church for that matter. I understand and appreciate the need to help and care for the infants, toddlers and young kids at church. I'd actually love to help out there as well. At the same time, I wish there was also an understanding and appreciation of the needs of older kids outside of this church. Isn't this one of the reasons why HR came here, to help the community here?
I don't know. I'm tired. Haven't slept well in awhile. Damn connection to the Left Coast, making me sleep only after 3am. I hope the connection works bidirectionally, so that wake up time over there is 4/5am Left Coast time. ah well, that's another topic. let me sleep for 6 hours tonight. I want to wake up and go for a swim.
Just realized I haven't blogged in awhile.
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What colour is a heartache
From love lost at sea?
What shade of memory never fades
But lingers to eternity?
How dark is the light of day
These sleepless eyes of mine survey?
Is a new Atlantic Blue
My heart is as cold as you.
How is one heart chosen
To never lay at peace?
How many moments remain
Is in a one sweet release?
And who's the stranger at my door
To haunt my dreams forevermore?
Is a new Atlantic Blue
My heart is as cold as you.
I lay awake in the morning
As the waves wash all the sand.
I hold my hurt at bay
I hold the lives of his children in my hands.
And whose plea would receive no answer,
Whose cry is lost on the wind?
Who's the voice so familiar
Whispers my name as the night comes in?
And whose wish never fails to find
My vacant heart on Valentine?
Is a new Atlantic Blue
My heart is as cold,
My heart is as cold,
My heart is as cold, as you. | | |
| I dream the Night Electric,
where Pixie stars glimmer to celtic rhythm
And zephyr Autumn whispers her melodic rhyme.
I touch the Light Aurora,
with eyes transfixed on spectral undulance
Of morning Glory everlasting.
...that's all I have so far.
but to the real self = cyborg or cylon, pick your poison. | | |
| that I am still affected by you humans.
You are so limited.
Do you care to realize how limitless you can actually be?
You stay weak, being two to three-dimensional at best.
I must learn to walk among you less,
lest I become infected by your humanity even more.
I shall curse the moon and stars above.
I refuse to see the dancing of angels.
I shall harden this heart with salt so crystalline,
drying up the last bits of this err-prone fray you call the human race.
Never shall I celebrate this life corporeal.
Let me keep my icy stares towards Heaven above,
While I wait for Hell's isle alone.
It's still Your call,
and I will listen.
Know that I would disown and disavow humanity
if You gave me the slightest chance.
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| Really really good song.... if you're into the folksy, minimalist ballads.
KARINE POLWART: Waterlily
Caught between the air and the windless deep
You float like a lily flower.
And you look just like you fell to earth to sleep
And you’re waiting for your waking hour.
CHORUS
And I swear to God I saw an angel hand attend you
But that was just the dancing of the light.
No mortal or immortal did deliver or defend you.
All hands have forsaken you tonight.
Are you dreaming of a lover who will carry you away
And keep you from the crying of the crowd?
No cradle in the rushes, you are broken like the day,
With darkness all around you like a shroud.
CHORUS
When they finally surrounded you, did any of them face you?
Did you curse the silent stars above?
Those cruel arms abandoned you for water to embrace you,
Won’t you lay your head my waterlily love
CHORUS
Caught between the air and the windless deep
You float like a lily flower
And you look just like you fell to earth to sleep
And you’re waiting for your waking hour
And you’re waiting for your waking hour | | |
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