Beth and I talked for ten minutes and we just knew.
We were in the club, we had like souls, we knew that we could be free without wealth and happy without riches. We raced ahead of the stifling realities of "new acquaintance" and embraced. \Humanity still surprises me every day. We have huge potential for glory and shame, fullness and baseness, authenticity and deceit.
Already the new men are dotted here and there all over the earth. . . Every now and then one meets them. Their very voices and faces are different from ours: stronger, quieter, happier, more radiant. They begin where most of us leave off. They are, I say, recognizable; but you must know what to look for. They will not be very like the idea of 'religious people' which you have formed from your general reading. They do not draw attention to themselves. You tend to think that you are being kind to them when they are really being kind to you. They love you more than other men do, but they need you less. . . They will usually seem to have a lot of time: you will wonder where it comes from. When you have recognized one of them, you will recognize the next one much more easily. And I strongly suspect (but how should I know?) that they recognize one another immediately and infallibly, across every barrier of colour, sex, class, age, and even of creeds. In that way, to become holy is rather like joining a secret society. To put it at the very lowest, it must be great fun.

These are the Slater kids I lived with in Africa.

Spread out over the globe. Me, Micah Slater, Garrett Slater, Luke Slater 

There are a few things I never could believe
A flirt when he tells me he works miracles.

"You have a weakness for the nihilists," I said.
"I suppose it's because they don't tell a lot of high-minded lies. I like the kind who accept nihilism as a condition and live in that condition. It's the intellectual nihilists I can't stand. I prefer the sort who live with their evils, frankly. The natural nihilists."
-Bellow

She gave me a plastic cup with water for my butts and I thought of you and that party in the Mustard House, of cha-cha-cha, and In the Mood for Love. It's all there as if we danced in the snow last night. That night I was in love. Life's photography, its great gift.

Barbie dolls not bodies. Outfits not cloths. Stiletos not shoes. Boys with boobs, bionic ones. I really don't hate them, honest.

I stole from Val's sense of decency and relegated myself to coffee: black, hot or iced. Espresso is for business men and their wives.

The question is not "Where will you spend eternity?" but, "With what will you meet the demands of your soul?"
Where I spend eternity is of little import. I cannot do anything for the sake of fire insurance. If I had my wish purgatory would exist and I would make it to the bus stop. I'm not much interested in death's perfection. Perfection without struggle is cheap. Let me continue to grow in your love and service. Don't make me perfect in the twinkling of an eye.

More and more to do, my world spins out of control:
WORK
HEBREW
CULTURE
WORK OUT

Phones, friends, loved ones
Books, books, books
~Ravelstine, A Man in Full, Of Mice and Men, Lapid and Multmann, Dostoevsky, On Religion, Sanders, Hannah Arendt, Radical Theology, The Ways that Never Parted, Boyarin, Sethschwartz, Shaycohen~

And... I think I'm ready to commit.

I was confused for a "true" Christian because of my head scarf (which made me look more like a goat herder in the Alps than an Apostolic Christian). But it was easy to be a cast out heathen again when I said: 'Its only a work thing. They don't want hair in the cheese.'

Thankful your there, not brushing me off with a so long, fare well. We can talk at the Buzz any time.

"I would say such things not because I think that you are ignorant of them but because I judge that you need at a given moment to have your thoughts directed toward them."