caroline's musings

here we go...

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

new blog.

so i actually have been updating my blog at myspace.com/carolinecanter
go there if you dare (or if you care?)...

Monday, November 21, 2005

andrew peterson concert

December 1st, 7:00 pm, michigan city, IN,
countryside christian church
go to andy pete's website for more info:
www.andrew-peterson.com
Behold the Lamb of God tour w/ Derek Webb, Jill Phillips, Sandra McCracken, and more...

everyday is christmas

not because of all the recent hype with the movie coming out, i've been re-reading the chronicles of narnia. narnia, as it is in the second book (or first depending on how you look at it), is clothed in winter..."always winter, but never christmas" it is said.
yesterday, i put up my artificial christmas tree. it's only november 21, but it is christmas here. the twinkling fat bulbs of color remind me of the hope that christmas is. the hope that Christ is.
i sit on the floor in my tiny house, eating mcdonald's, and hope.
the hope that it will be always Christmas, and never winter.

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by the way, does anybody actually read this blog thing?

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

if it doesn't eat me first...

So the past three weeks have been like tasting a bit of heaven and tasting a bit of hell. I need to stop tasting hell or i think it might eat me.
The students are amazing...and I love my job. I find myself in prayer for them and in love with them even when it doesn't appear that way to them. And I don't know why I love them except that Christ lives in me and His love for them is even greater than the overwhelming balloon of love in me that feels like it will burst.
And then I taste hell when I think of someone hurting them; physically, emotionally, or spiritually. Knowing what he has done and that he thinks he can love them just as much. The students are now the age of the grown up children that he abused. But he comes to campus anyway. And says that God blesses him as he is involved in their lives.
Can Christ live inside a child molester? Can the Spirit really dwell there?
I know we have to forgive as He forgave/forgives. But what about "Woe to you who causes one of these little ones to stumble. It'd be better to have a millstone tied around your neck and thrown into the depths of the sea..." ?
I live in the tension.