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Name: Sean Marcel
Interests: Jesus of Nazareth, Flying, HxC (and other musics), family and friends, watching small birds (this is one I think I'll pursue more later in life), Montana, anything cowboy.
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2/23/2004
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| BIRD DOGS!
I was talking to Zac last night (during the preamble to the night of nights which I will not write about here) about the book I'm reading. It was meant as a play but as far as I know was never produced but was published as a short novella. Here is some Steinbeck for you to ponder:
"Consider a strain of bird dogs, say pointers, developed, selected, and trained for a thousand generations for the trait of hunting. Then imagine a morganatic marriage and a resulting intermixture of blood until finally we have a puppy of this mingling in a pet-shop window. He is taken to live in a city apartment, walked twice a day on leash, sniffing his way from automobile tire to trash basket to fire hydrant. His nose is accustomed to perfume, gasoline, and mothballs. His toenails are clipped; his skin scented with pine soap; his food taken from a tin can.
"This dog, growing up, is trained perhaps to carry the morning paper from the apartment door, to sit, to lie down, to shake hands, to beg, to bring his master's slippers. He is disciplined to stay clear of the hors-d'oeuvre tray, to control his bladder. The only birds he has ever known are fat waddling pigeons, or frantic sparrows in the street; the only love a sneer from a passing pekinese.
"Let us then suppose that in his prime of life this dog - the descendant of greatness - is taken on a picnic in the country, to a pleasant place beside a little stream. In the war against sand and ants and teh winds which whip up the corners of the tablecloth, our dog is forgotten for a moment.
"He smells the lusciousness of running water and strolls to the streamside and drinks deeply of a fluid uninfused with germicides. An ancient feeling fills his breast. He moves along a little path, sniffing at leaves and brown treetrunks and at grass. He pauses at a trach where a rabbit has crossed. The fresh wind teases his skin.
"Suddenly an emotion falls upon him: an ecstasy, a fullness like a memory. To his nose comes a scent unknown but remembered. He shivers and makes a little whining sound, then moves uncertainly toward the magic.
"Then hypnosis falls upon him. His shoulders hunch a little. His thin tail straightens. One foot creeps after its fellow. His neck stretches forward until nose and head and spine and tail become one line. His right front paw rises. He freezes. He does not breathe. His body is like a compass needle, or like a gun pointing at a covey of quail hidden in the underbrush..." p. 103-104
Love the way this dude writes.
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| Arjun and I are in Philadelphia. | | |
| I am going to Philadelphia today.
I just got back to Ottawa from Alberta two days ago, it was a pretty special time to reconnect with old friends and solidify some new acquaintances. There seemed to be a lot of interest in my work with MAF, please pray that all the follow up work that I do will go well. Also please pray that the Lord will guide Arjun and I safely to Philly and that people will be encouraged when the hear about serving the Lord with small airplanes overseas.
These two days in Ottawa have been a blessed time, thanks to friends with flexible schedules who are willing to hang out. My time in Alberta was rather blessed as well...
Now, I would like to leave you with some confusing but wise words from Jesus:
"Where, Lord?" They asked.
He replied, "Where there is a dead body, there the vultures will gather."
-Luke 17:37
Put it in context and figure it out, this is a journey. I'm going to go update my facebook status for once. | | |
| When we use the word "Chance" are we referring to divine providence? Or simply speaking of a proverbial roll of the dice? In biblical times it was believed that the dice or "lots" revealed the will of The Creator...
These encounters cannot be planned, I have tried it doesn't work. I mean I'm sure one can do things or go places that increase one's "chances" or a chance encounter. But one cannot truly plan one. Sometimes though, when one plan fails "chance" seems to reveal other possibilities... I wish I had this all figured out.
I saw a Deli in Edmonton, it was white and as far as I could tell it was pretty much exactly the same as DWPS. For a brief moment I thought I was having a chance encounter but then I realized that's ridiculous.
Last week in Three Hills I had several not-so-chance encounters with many old friends (among several chance encounters). One of the well planned encounters was at a friend's house, Morley's house. He is one of my cycling mentors. He and his wife live in an old Church out in the country, quite literally in the middle of nowhere. Seems like an odd place for a church but a great place for a quite country home. I think you guys would have liked it if you had been there.
Peace be with you! | | |
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