Maximillian Amadeus Banzai (banzai) wrote,
Maximillian Amadeus Banzai

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Lunch break

In our cynical, disillusioned world, we may ask, Is this promise of a new way of life merely an illusion, a figment of the imagination? Let us make a critical distinction: illusion is a denial of reality; imagination creates and calls forth new reality that has not yet come to birth.

–Brennan Manning, A Stranger to Self-Hatred: A Glimpse of Jesus

While not a bundle of energy, I've been borne up steadily through the day thus far. On Fridays, my world usually encompasses only the short term: "What needs to be done for Sunday? Which bills will be late if I mail payment Monday? Anything in my e-mail inbox threatening to go stale?" Along these lines, there's usually enough to fill a day's agenda.

In the meantime, I've also spent time imagining a grand train ride across this country, making no less than three stops along the way (Chicago, DC, and North Carolina) to visit friends of all stripes. The research mojo has uncovered a most favorable total fare, properly planned; time and timing are the next hurdles if I pursue it.

Inside there is the churning yet. I want to heed it as a call to deeper, truer prayer. My prayer has been, at its highest points of late, half-hearted and weak. My flesh will always be so, but He's promised more for my spirit, indwelt with His own. Much I'm afraid to let go, I know.

Lunch was good: the yellow curry and a slice of sour cream cheesecake, accompanied by an everfull glass of amber-red Earl Grey.

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