Life is more...

Life is more than clothes and cars and a new flavour of toothpaste...it is community and creation and beauty and humanity. And I think I am starting to prefer the latter to the former; by that I mean I am getting used to not having any music or television and not pulling over and buying something as a way of feeling some kind of change. There is a serenity in life, after all, and once a withdrawal is felt at having left the lies behind, a soul begins to feel at home in its own skin.

Last night I finished this great book by Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz which I've mentioned before. It's a road-trip book - 2 guys spending a few months driving from Texas to Oregon in a beat-up VW campervan, and the book reflects their pace - mellow, laid-back, take things as they come, with some nice prose and good observations on life, love and the universe.

And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.

I can't remember the last time I watched the sun rise. I think I need a road-trip.