All my finals are over!!! They were over yesterday, and the last two went well.

Today I get to go back home to Calgary!!

Yes, if any of you were wondering, I am very glad this semester is over. Good to be on a break, see my family, later in the holidays I get to see Chapter, and so on :)

I am still going to attempt to blog, at least from Calgary, but we will see how much of that actually happens.

It finally feels like Christmas season, now that I am done finals and all. So, Merry Christmas Everyone!!


I would comment on the capture of Sadaam, except that I have nothing to say. In some ways it was almost inevitable, in others it was almost impossible; I guess we know which one it was now. Inevitable after the fact is meaningless though. Thank's to PinkMoose for blogging about it, otherwise who knows when I would have found out about this historic and momentous occasion?
So instead of extended comments on that, here is a song I like, and I like the lyrics to:

A New Desert Life
By Further Seems Forever

This is where the water becomes shallow.
And nothing here is quite as deep
As you hoped it would be.

You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer.
The tides have turned
This drought will burn
And everything is falling out of place.

And drying in the sun
Shriveling and shrinking
The hides are turning brown
Wrinkling and stinging.

As you bury yourself

Deep in the dust
Of the sandiest grave you can find
It's a new desert life.

To be reborn again
Out of glass and of sand
And you're shimmering and you are clear.

This is where
The water is shallow and nothing is as deep
As you hoped it would be.

And this drought will burn
And everything's falling, everything's falling, everything's falling
Out of place.

Everything's falling, everything's falling, everythings falling,
out of place (x2)

And you're glimmering and you are clear.

And here is a good quote from "The Incredulity of Fathe Brown" by G.K. Chesterton.
"I hope it's not against your principles to vist a modern sort of emperor like Merton" (Captian Wain, speaking to Father Brown, a priest and amateur detective who is the main character, speaking of Mr. Merton who is an very American with incredible amounts of power.)
"Not at all," said Father Brown, quietly. "It is my duty to visit prisoners and all miserable men in captivity."


So, my last two exams. Two left. One tommorow one monday. My exam on tuesday went very well, better than I had hoped. My exam today was as I expected, I think I did fine, but I know I didn't do great.


Ok, I don't know about you guys, but something about this makes me incredibly nervous. No, actually, the right word is nauseous. You can read a good article about it here.

I will now, with great effort, prevent a rant from coming out. Rants are not conducive to studying and follow right along with tendency of exam stress to focus your brain on anything but exams.


"Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian. And as I close this chaotic volume I open again the strange small book from which all Christianity came; and I am again haunted by a kind of confirmation. The tremendous figure which fills the Gospels towers in this respect, as in every other, above all the thinkers who ever thought themselves tall. His pathos was natural, almost casual. The Stoics, ancient and modern, were proud of concealing their tears. He never concealed His tears; He showed them plainly on His open face at any daily sight, such as the far sight of His native city. Yet He concealed something. Solemn supermen and imperial diplomatists are proud of restraining their anger. He never restrained His anger. He flung furniture down the front steps of the Temple, and asked how men expected to escape the damnation of Hell. Yet he restrained something. I say it with reverence; there was in that shattering personality a thread that must be called shyness. There was something that He hid from all men when He went up a mountain to pray. There was something that He covered constantly by abrupt silence or impetuous isolation. There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His mirth."
--- Final paragraph from G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy

Chesterton's picture of orthodoxy, his explanation of why he believes, is inspiring. He follows a convaluted path to it, but gives good explanation of it. He believes for the same reasons that most people don't believe; for all the little things that just keep adding up, keep pointing in the same direction. He believes becuase he finds it to be reasonable exactly to the end the of reason; that is, it is not less than reasonable, but it is more than it. It is unreasonable exactly where being unreasonable is Good. Chesterton points out that if there is any virtue in hope, it becomes such when we hope right at the point where it would be reasonable to give in to despair. If there is any virtue in love, it is in loving those that we have no reason to. And so on, finding at each junction where reason fails the same figure: Jesus, standing stronger than ever.

Last night Pastor CS, my young adults pastor, said something I found very interesting. "I know God is not possible, I have accepted that. But I am sure glad that he is there anyway." A lot of us want to know if God exists, but the arguement never ends. Its like it only depends on who is the smarter one in the room at any given moment. Maybe it doesn't work like that. CS gave the analogy that maybe asking for proof before you try anything or start really searching is like asking to see a girl naked before your first date.


A Confession of a Moment

Walking to school yesterday, I was awakened by a sound. It was the sound of creaking. I looked around, and realized that the sound was from a distant gate, across a field, swinging in the wind. It suddenly seemed very quiet. There were no people around, no cars, no bikes. I looked up, and right above me was the line separating the clouds from the clear blue sky. Yet only a long and deep stare penetrated to see that line, somehow the light and those gray clouds interacted to make the blue sky look gray to. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. It was that midwinter, below zero, average temperature, which feels so normal once you adjust to the cold. It was windy, but the wind did not bite or cut. It was more like being hit with a fan than a sword. Just enough to whitewash all the normal background noise of the city; the traffic on the main roads and the construction at the university.

And all those things that I normally thought of as real, that made up the image of my walk to school, were gone. It was as if everything that made it real in memory was gone in reality, dull and blunted, and all of those things I never notice suddenly stood out, like a splash of orange pain on a blue jazz concert.

I noticed the sidewalk; how some people had chipped away the layer of ice and snow to reveal the actual ground, and others had not, leaving a dirty brown and white, bumpy, icy covering. The winter road. I noticed the bushes, like little brown spears pitifully defying anyone to pass, as they swayed with the slightest breeze. I noticed the signs and mailboxes, how almost every one of them had some kind of graffiti on it. It reminded me of a graffiti on the back of a sign that I had seen a year or so ago, of two stick figures. One kneeling and asking the other to marry, but the other saying no. I don't know if it is still there, I had already passed it if it was.

And amidst all of these things that I never notice, that I take for granted, the most shocking realization came when I found God among them. I felt as if I were to look up from the brown spears and winter roads, I would see Him walking down the street towards me.

I slowly and hesitantly looked up...

And the spell broke. My walk to school became normal again. The gray clouds enclosed the blue-gray sky, until there were just clouds. I joined the nameless mass, which gathers as you get closer to the university. And I was almost comfortable, almost able to once again be part of the dull, blunted background. There was one problem, I was now awake. And though He didn’t leap out in the same way he had, God didn’t fade away. I was almost comfortable. Almost.


First final done. It went well, but my hand hurts. Writing for two and half hours is not something I am accustomed to, especially since I am used to typing my notes.
My first final is tonight. My Religion and Literature final. I am not sure how ready I feel because I am not sure what the test is goign to be like.. its just 4 general short answers and one general essay question, supposedly general enough that we can refer to any work we want to from the class, and we can even bring those works into class. Thats what actually makes me nervous... Yep, you can bring your text books to class; you can almost hear the teacher chuckle under her breath at that point. It doesn't help that she says it as if she were handing a man a sheet as he was about to jump off a cliff. It'll be good though

After tonight, my next final is the tuesday, the 9th. Then the 11th, 12th, and 15th. Then I am done. Needless to say, I probably won't be writing lots in the next two weeks.

Then its Christmas holidays! Sweet.