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"Walking along a narrow, dimly lit road late one night, a rather stern-faced gentleman was struck by a passing car and sent hurtling through space. In the morning he was found, stiff and cold. His heartbeat was undetectable, due to a strange, Hitchcock-like affliction triggered by the impact; so he was taken to the morgue and laid out on a slab. From all outward appearances he was dead, and had been for some time. He would have been removed to a cemetery and with all proper respect buried alive, save for one small detail that went unnoticed by everyone but a morgue attendant. The detail — a tear that occasionally ran down the cheek as if in a rush to get out of sight.

To present-day critics, the church is like that pedestrian lying beside the dimly lit road late at night. They say the church is dead or dying.... What they fail to see is that one small detail, the tear."
-Paul G. Johnson in Buried Alive

I took this picture when I was rushing home from town. The temperature was dipping below freezing point.

I had walked past this church countless times, but it was on this awfully cold night that I stopped to take a second glance.

It captured my attention and I captured its picture.

Take a look at it on black: View on Black

The world in which we live is not a world of chance. Its beginning was not an accident, its operation is not an accident, and its telos, or goal, is not an accident. This is my Father’s world and He rules it without caprice. As long as God exists, vanity is a manifest impossibility.
-R. C. Sproul

Thank you.

Photoshop crashed 4 times when I was editing this photo. My phone died last night. I love these moments as much as I love water in my shoes.

It's time to get a new laptop, maybe a Macbook.
Not before I get a new phone.
Not before I get THE Sigma 50mm/f1.4.

They'll all remain a dream if I don't stop procrastinating and get out of my seat to find some work. Oh well....

Check out the finger!

"The enjoyment of God is the only happiness with which our souls can be satisfied. To go to heaven, fully to enjoy God, is infinitely better than the most pleasant accommodations here.… [These] are but shadows; but God is the substance. These are but scattered beams; but God is the sun. These are but streams; but God is the ocean."
-Jonathan Edwards, quoted in John Piper's The Pleasures of God