Some things never change. Alejandro waves, "It's good to see you," And promptly trips over a chair. The same old arguments, The same country roads, Become phantoms of my former life Swirling above a graveyard that was Brightfield
Faith
Farewell, Freshman Year
I'm home in Brightfield for the summer. Freshman year is over, and it is high time to put down the 9th edition of Turabian and get back into blogging. Here are the "big things" that have happened during the past several months.
Eden: There Will Be Surprises
Hello Friends, While I was home on Thanksgiving break, some people began to question my mental health based upon my last post and the silence which followed. I realized that I left you all on a rather dismal note. My apologies. That will be remedied shortly. For you see, on that dreary day of November … Continue reading Eden: There Will Be Surprises
Slowing Down
A wise soul told me at the beginning of the year, "Make sure to slow down, or God will make you." Well, here I am, sitting in bed. Just me and my unwritten 5-page Iberian Literature paper. It's Friday. My whiteboard calendar is covered in scribbled plans. 8:00- Spanish class 9:00- sociology class 1:00- sit … Continue reading Slowing Down
Reflections on Worship: Introduction
Everywhere I go, people scold me for being stiff. "Avery, stop being so rigid! Let your arms relax. RELAX!!!" During art class in highschool, my teacher would gasp in horror at the death grip I had on my colored pencil, swoop down behind me, and begin kneading my shoulders with all the satisfaction of a … Continue reading Reflections on Worship: Introduction
Waiting for the Sunrise
This was supposed to be like the DR. I'm in a strange new environment, surrounded by God-fearing mentors, waking up at the crack of dawn, overwhelmed with responsibilities...why am I not experiencing revival as I did in the Dominican Republic? Why am I not marching out of my spiritual wasteland? Exhausted by my disappointed expectations, … Continue reading Waiting for the Sunrise
Vulnerability of a Learner
I cannot count the times my professors have said something to the effect of: "Learning means letting go of something you thought you already knew." That being the case, I am quickly discovering that in order to learn, I must be vulnerable. It's a frightening neccesity, this opening of my mind. I hold my presuppositions … Continue reading Vulnerability of a Learner
Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Song Draft: Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Enjoy the Daniel Now version of my latest poem.
A Liturgy for the Wronged
The line between venting and gossip Is too fine for my rage-blinded eyes to perceive. The dam which stems the bitter flood Of careless words is cracking.
Reflections from Brightfield 