Photo 27 Aug 12,248 notes humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

Text 5 Aug 1 note

I will kneel in the dust
at the foot of the cross,
where mercy paid for me.
Where the wrath I deserve,
it is gone, it has passed.
Your blood has hidden me.

Mercy, mercy,
as endless as the sea.
I’ll sing Your hallelujah
for all eternity.

We will lift up the cup
and the bread we will break,
remembering Your love.
We were fallen from grace,
but You took on our shame
and nailed it to a cross.

May I never lose the wonder,
oh, the wonder of Your mercy.
May I sing Your hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Amen.

-mercy, matt redman

 

Link 5 Aug 13 notes recounting today»

wearthegoldhat:

must get something down before i forget. this is for me to remember and for me to share

this morning three generations went to thomson plaza: popo, mommy, me. we flagged down a taxi in the rain. mom says that she doesn’t want popo to go with kongkong anymore because, thought he would refuse to…

long read, but well worth it. plz reed.

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Text 1 Aug 1 note fund my friend. plz.

hi friends, please consider contributing to this cause: http://www.gofundme.com/9zkeq4 

Mel is a wonderfully talented artist and wonderfully talented at being a human being. Let’s partner with her as she goes and does some incredible things for those in Kenya :)

Text 22 Jul 8 notes on spotify premium and walking

today i caved and started a spotify premium subscription (students, it’s $5 a month!!!!). premium means i can download songs to my phone for offline listening, which in turn means that i now walk around with earbuds in listening to my jams. 

besides the benefit of discouraging strangers from talking to me (joking, kinda), listening to music as i walk from point a to point b makes me feel insulated, like i’m in a bubble. with my awesome noise-canceling ear-contouring headphones, external noises are muted and dim and i can instead pump whatever sound-drug of choice straight into my head.

today’s insulation was classical music, particularly this. walking around in the grocery market was eerie; walking near people was eerie; taking off my earbuds to talk to the cashier was like poking my head out of a turtleshell. earbuds-in was very cozy, warm, safe—i could pretend i was alone and moving through a dream-world inhabited by unthreatening, hollow, silent automatons. 

yes, i am occasionally antisocial and mildly introverted. 

but solitude and isolation are such a blessing sometimes. to be allowed the freedom of being alone with my thoughts, or to be allowed to take a step back from the outside world and other concerns, if even for just a few minutes—this is becoming more and more precious to me. 

excuse me while i go hide in my turtleshell. 

Quote 17 Jul 3 notes
have i molded the gospel to myself when i should be molding myself to the gospel?
Link 13 Jul 1 note MFD - "Fantasia 2000" - "Piano Concerto No. 2" - "The Steadfast Tin Soldier"»
Link 30 Jun 11 notes running partner»

jonkim93:

it’s an amazing feeling, being perfectly in step with another human being. to be so close to the rhythm of another person that it’s as if you’re their shadow, or they’re yours. to run with another person and hear only one set of footfalls.

you feel closer to that person, you feel unified by the…

Link 25 May 13 notes Thoughts, I need YOUR thoughts.»

c—lee:

For a while now, I’ve been wrestling with sermons like, “Never stop dreaming! Follow your passions! You’re the game changer of your generation! YOU are going to do BIG THINGS!!” because they actually seem to paralyze me, rather than stir me up.

Because then, we all set ourselves up for…

still questioning this.

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Link 21 May 385 notes http://jspark3000.tumblr.com/post/86375831163/yesdarlingido-when-i-am-not-diligent»

yesdarlingido:

When I am not diligent in spending time with God, tracing His reality in the details of my life, it isn’t that I have denounced my faith, but something much worse—I am not experiencing His fullness in my life, and naturally, it feels a lot like emptiness. Neglecting His…

I seem to be reblogging a lot of stuff from this guy’s tumblr recently…but it’s so so good. Read.

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