Sunday, July 24, 2005
When Worlds Collide
The further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
--The Cure
On a church retreat, another world and another life later:
"When you were in the circus," she asked innocently, "Did you know Nichole Orman?"
The only sound I hear is of a needle scratching across a record. Blink. Twice. Respond: "Yes. Yes I did."
For so it was charged me by the word of the LORD, saying, Eat no bread, nor drink water, neither return again by the way that thou camest. (1 Kings 13:9)
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
--The Cure
On a church retreat, another world and another life later:
"When you were in the circus," she asked innocently, "Did you know Nichole Orman?"
The only sound I hear is of a needle scratching across a record. Blink. Twice. Respond: "Yes. Yes I did."
For so it was charged me by the word of the LORD, saying, Eat no bread, nor drink water, neither return again by the way that thou camest. (1 Kings 13:9)
