How is it possible to live in such a wealthy, clean, privileged country and still be bitter and ungrateful for all the goodness that we have spread before us? I have been evaluating some of the things I've said and attitudes that I've had lately and realize that I'm expecting perfection from my whole world. Part of that expectation is that everyone would also exercise perfect selfless love towards me in the meantime. I'm so tired of being ungrateful and discontented with my life, and the things I've been given. So I'm calling myself out to change.
Today I'm grateful for:
my husband who is strong, confident, loving, and thoughtful.
a working car
a nice two bedroom apartment with a huge living/dining area
friends who want to spend time with me and be involved in my life
a family that has always wanted the best for me and supported me
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Roman Art
The Roman Art from the Louvre exhibit was here.
I went and saw it last weekend with my husband and some friends... it was so beautiful and poignant. There is something really gripping about looking at things that were created by human hands over 1500 years ago. Seeing the talent they had to sculpt rock into the human likenesses of some of the world's most powerful people (whether they were accurate representations or not) is enough to give you pause. On top of that to see these mosaic floors that used to be in the homes of people in cities like Antioch. I couldn't help but think of Paul, the world traveler and it hit me that he could have actually stepped on these same tiles. I found myself in a really pensive mood because of the influence of cold stone, lifeless gold, and shimmering jewelry. Staring into the face of a woman who's been dead for almost 2000 years is a little deep to comprehend. It added depth to the life of the early Christians for me because they walked among these or similar items.
I'm glad I went, it was an opportunity to gain some perspective on life. Somehow contemplating the fact that so many people have lived, but are now dead helps me to approach my fleeting life with a little more gravity. I only have a little while, and the chances of people someday looking at a life size carving of me is really slim. Leading me to the conclusion that I have to make a difference while I'm breathing because that's all I've got.
I went and saw it last weekend with my husband and some friends... it was so beautiful and poignant. There is something really gripping about looking at things that were created by human hands over 1500 years ago. Seeing the talent they had to sculpt rock into the human likenesses of some of the world's most powerful people (whether they were accurate representations or not) is enough to give you pause. On top of that to see these mosaic floors that used to be in the homes of people in cities like Antioch. I couldn't help but think of Paul, the world traveler and it hit me that he could have actually stepped on these same tiles. I found myself in a really pensive mood because of the influence of cold stone, lifeless gold, and shimmering jewelry. Staring into the face of a woman who's been dead for almost 2000 years is a little deep to comprehend. It added depth to the life of the early Christians for me because they walked among these or similar items.
I'm glad I went, it was an opportunity to gain some perspective on life. Somehow contemplating the fact that so many people have lived, but are now dead helps me to approach my fleeting life with a little more gravity. I only have a little while, and the chances of people someday looking at a life size carving of me is really slim. Leading me to the conclusion that I have to make a difference while I'm breathing because that's all I've got.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
lunch...
So I'm sitting at my desk staring at yummy beef pot roast left overs, wishing I could be eating them. The reason I can't is because I am not alone in the office. There is a patient waiting for the doctor (who doesn't happen to be back yet). This particular patient is facing me, and there is no way that I can even sneak a bite of the sumptuous goodness sitting right in front of me. The pure torture of smelling the delectable treat is making my stomach hurt. Maybe the arrival of the doctor will rescue me from my restrictions... He has just come in... she's going into his office... Oh you've got to be kidding me... the next patient just walked in as the doctor closed the door on his office... GAAAAHHH... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to sneak a bite while this next patient is facing the other direction... MMMMmmmm... sweet heavenly relief... food for my poor starved taste buds (because they have suffered the most from my recent privations).
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