The new blog title is from The Book Thief, which I finished for the second or third time today. I’ve been putting off the ending for days. I hate finishing good books, and this is one of the best. The entire paragraph reads (and for context’s sake, the narrator of the story is death):
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do– the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion, the odd taste of champagne in summer, and the art of promise-keeping. He lay in my arms and rested. There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull towards the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there that he hoped to read one day.”
SO GOOD. And if “the art of promise-keeping” isn’t a captivating phrase, I don’t know what is.
So, life update: School is wonderful. I love it entirely too much. I really don’t do anything other than homework and spending time with friends, but I’m happy with that. Life isn’t boring. At all. Ever.
What God has been putting on my heart lately, in various ways, is how be a better friend. Things like forgiveness have suddenly gone from theoretical to intensely practical, and these days I can’t afford selfishness. I have been blessed with entirely too many wonderful people, and while I don’t deserve them, I am trying to do what I can to be something they need. People are just too interesting not to try.
I went on an iTunes spree the other day. I was just bored with everything I listen to. I bought, I think, eight albums, and the one I’m enjoying most so far is probably the first Vampire Weekend. It’s a little early to say, though, as I’ve barely had time to listen to them all the way through.
Basically the point of this post is to keep my blog from getting moldy, and because Anna said to (by the way, I have a fascinating post planned for you at some point in the near future), and because I looked at my stats the other day and realized that all of a sudden I apparently have readers. No idea why, but hi.
In conclusion: the concensus among Bible college students appears to be that communion should also included bacon, in remembrance of the fact that we are no longer under the Jewish law. Great idea, or greatest idea?