The Lone Architect

A cool wind was blowing through the cubicles, wafting down from the air-conditioning unit. Off in the distance, a lone stranger appeared out of the gloom. Clothed with a worldly weariness, his other distinguishing feature was the silver t-square, strapped to his back.

No one knew his name, or where he had come from. Silently as he strode to the print area, his mission was clear.

But what was this? Someone else had got to the plotter ahead of him, greedily exploiting the print resources. The squatter eyed the stranger suspiciously as they quickly sized each other up.

Frozen in their tracks, all the world became a distant blur around them, merging with the constant hum of the network server.

Suddenly, an incoming fax broke the standoff.

With lightning reflexes the stranger reached for his glue gun and with a voice like cold steel said, "Stick 'em up..."

the hard way up

went rock climbing today... what a challenging experience.
felt I didn't push myself hard enough... but i'm so overwhelmed, having to juggle the fear of falling, the desire to push myself harder and listening to my body which is straining to hold on to the wall.

many times I was just glad to be back on solid ground. But I don't mind going again... afterall, it's probably a bit more technique than I know and i've only done it twice. :)

How deep the Father's love

you know, when I do bad stuff, i'm always waiting for the axe to fall. I think the natural reaction would be to hide, bury your crime so deep that no one ever finds out. Then wait in suspense.

But what happens when you know that there's an almighty God who can see ever bad thing you've done or knows what you're about to commit? You just wanna run and hide and never speak to Him, coz you're so ashamed and you dunno how you could ever come to Him EVER for forgiveness or in prayer.

it's a terrible cycle.

And yet on sunday I was reminded of something. God gave up His only begotten Son to die for us... more specifically to die for me, the chief of sinners. Why????

Because that's how much He loves us, how much He loves me.

Why do I keep running?