March 5, 2007

• Wow, I have not written in a month.  Could it be that I am slowly
  steering away from the art of literary expression?  That would
  indeed be a crime.

  DC is certainly a beautiful place for a break.  Parking might be
  the only deterant for my "small house in the city" dreams, but I am
  quickly falling in love with this place.  We are currently
  headquartered in the trendy Adams Morgan district, less than five
  minutes from downtown in a turn-of-the-century, three story
  townhouse.  As we rounded the mall by car this afternoon, I
  thought about the beauty of the old and the new overlapping together
  creating the present.  This is history- the now born of then and
  soon. 

  The thought struck me- the beauty of this place is for what? 
  These monuments will not last forever.  God is here in a fresh way
  this week, as I wonder for what reason men are forever building
  mountains to their accomplishments.  Sometimes I struggle with my
  place;  will I ever accomplish any reknown?  Am I worthy of
  accolade?  I want to amount to something in ways that matter.

  Young people are often regarded as arrogant immortals.  To be
  sure, I have never felt indestructable a day in my life.  This is
  only proved by my many outbursts during our quests for parking. 
  Let us pray I make it back in one piece and perhaps without any tickets.

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