Friday, May 20, 2011

Profit and Productivity and Zombies

I've worked at the same bank in my hometown for the last four years now, and this week I started working again for the summer.

What do I do all day at this solemn institution, this distinguished establishment, this bastion of order and routine?

My coworkers and I may or may not have spent time today researching how to survive a zombie attack.

Apparently the CDC recently updated its site to include instructions for zombie epidemic preparedness.


I guess if the zombies can get to Lizzie Bennet, we're all susceptible.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

What's up with shoe manufacturers these days?

Seriously, who would even buy these?
I got so frustrated looking for flats to wear to work. I almost gave up...

until I came across these beauties:

Thank you, Steve Madden designers, for avoiding overdone bows, pilgrim buckles, and weird tassels. Thank you for making something simple and classic.

I appreciate it.

I bought them in two colors.

Now all I need are some shoe clips.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Kate's Belated Birthday

This is my big sister Kate.
Isn't she gorgeous?

I've always looked up to her

And in the 20 years that I've been alive, she's always been near.

We spent our childhoods togethersharing toys, rooms, and 5 bajillion matching outfits (some goofier than others).


Going to the same college as her for the last two years has basically been the best thing ever.

But last week, she turned 22 and graduated from college.

Now she's moving 8 long hours away from home.

This might be our last summer in the same house.
And I'm going to miss the crud out of her.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Dear William,

It's been something of a love-hate relationship this semester.


Sure, we had a few good laughs...
Dogberry, Rosalind, and (of course) Falstaff

I even went to see your show and loved it.

But you've also stressed me out.

A ton.

Seriously, this book is thick!
You really had a lot to get out, huh?

In an hour and a half, this will all be over. Finals will be over. All of sophomore year will be over.

So I just wanted to say,


I'm glad we're friends.

Monday, May 2, 2011

On Loving Your Enemies

I've known his face for years. I've known to hate it, to fear it, to shudder at the sight.


Osama Bin Laden. Enemy of America. The face of evil.

I used to pray that they would track him down. I remember hoping they would kill him. I thought I'd be safer if he were dead.

And now he is. Bin Laden's dead, and my first reaction was to rejoice. My natural inclination is to dance over his body.

But if I do that, if I hate my enemy, if I dance because he's dead, I'm no better than the men who took down the two towers.

We serve a God whose nature is always to be merciful. We serve a God who cried, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do." We serve a God who heals the blind, who raises the dead, who brings life to dry bones.


I'm not saying we can overlook what Osama did. God is just, and in His righteousness, He cannot allow unforgiven, unrepentant injustice to go unpunished.

But I am saying this: It's wrong for me to delight in the death of Bin Laden. It's wrong because I am every bit as much a sinnera degenerate, broken sinneras he. It's wrong because I should rejoice with truth, not delight in evil.

So yes, I'm glad America is a little bit safer. And yes, I'll probably sleep a little bit easier. But this death is not a victory. Christ came to redeem lives, all lives, even the lives of my enemies.

I'll close with a few words from Derek Webb's fabulous song "My Enemies Are Men Like Me."
I have come to give you life
And to show you how to live it
I have come to make things right
To heal their ears and show you how to forgive them

How can I kill the ones I'm supposed to love
My enemies are men like me
I will protest the sword if it's not wielded well
My enemies are men like me