Joel

About Joel

I'm nomadic by nature, but not in a tourist kind of way. Every step is a dive into finding the unfathomable in the mundane, and the holy in the present moment.

The Race with Time

By |2014-08-18T22:35:01+00:00October 26th, 2004|Uncategorized|

Donald Miller wrote: "Some people skip through life; some people are dragged through it. I sometimes wonder whether we are moving through time or time is moving through us." I woke up today realizing that I'm over half-way done with my program in school, and that in mere months I'll be off to my internship. Where has the time gone? For that matter, it seemed like yesterday I was watching the sun set while sitting on the clay ground of the Navajo Nation. Time does more than "fly"...it shoots like an arrow, and you're lucky if you can grab it's wind as it zooms by. It makes me wonder how I'm on time for anything. I [...]

Mercy New

By |2014-08-18T22:35:01+00:00October 22nd, 2004|Uncategorized|

Everyday is a new start. It's been raining for a day. I woke up to the chill of rain outside, and drove to school this morning around 6 a.m. (Yes, be impressed...6 a.m., without coffee even) On the way to school my windows were fogging, so I had to use my defroster. Everything was saturated and wet. The street, the trees, my truck. I know, you're like, "Duh, that's what rain DOES, Joel." But you don't understand the novelty. I'm not a big fan of heat (even if it's dry), and right now I live in Chandler (which is next to Phoenix). It cracks me up when people say, "Well, it's a DRY heat." Cummon, ovens [...]

Serendipity, “a surprise ending”

By |2014-08-18T22:35:01+00:00October 14th, 2004|Serendipity|

When God uses me, it often feels like a mistake. Not that I don't think that God can use me...but rather, I don't mean for Him to use me. As a matter of fact, the first thing out of my mouth when I realize that God used me is usually, "Oops." People sometimes have come up to me and told me, "God really spoke to me through what you said." And the first thing that I try to do is remember what I said; always grateful, but sometimes confused. One day I was in church and there was a ministry time when people stood up to receive prayer. The pastor asked for those standing around the [...]

Serendipity, “the agreeable”

By |2014-08-18T22:35:02+00:00October 8th, 2004|Serendipity|

My truck sucks. I don't mean it in a derogatory "it's a peace of trash" kind of way. I mean it like a friend, playfully batting around a joking brash of a verbal noogy. I used to think of my truck as a female. Not just because it's temperamental (just kidding women), but because that's the manly thing to do. Pilots would name their planes after their woman interest back home, almost creating these women to be mythical creatures that every enlisted man dreamt of. Not so with my truck. My truck is definitely a guy. My truck is a close friend whose favorite thing to do is to play practical jokes on ME. It's like [...]

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