So, this is my new blog. The main purpose for it is to share with you my experiences this summer in Clarkston, Georgia. Knowing myself as well as I do, I’m sure I’ll throw in some reflective anecdotes that fail to resemble “Friends of Refugees” or my time in Atlanta. It is my blog, so I can do what I want, right?
Just as I opened up my Rome blog with a John Donne poem, I am going to do the same here. You can’t go wrong with John Donne…
Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul
Shall—though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly—be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul,
And life by this death abled shall control
Death, whom Thy death slew ; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death bring misery,
If in thy life-book my name thou enroll.
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
But made that there, of which, and for which it was ;
Nor can by other means be glorified.
May then sin’s sleep and death soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last and everlasting day.