I wrote this in 2015, around the time that I moved from my house in Calera to Bluff Park, maybe 7 months after my ex had left. I appear to have never shared it. I found it when I was saving something else I was writing last week. Clearly loneliness has been a recurring theme in my life. … Continue reading Loneliness
This is a bit of info about the Visky’s, who I wrote about last week! Check out the rest of Danut’s blog too.
Ferenc Visky (the native form of the name is Visky Ferenc; this page uses the western name order) was born in Egri (Satu Mare county), which at that time was part of Hungary, becoming part of Romania in 1920.
In 1936, he finished secondary school in Satu Mare, and fled across the border into Hungary with his best friend, the poet Sándor Gellért, to study theology at Debrecen University. While still a university student, he came into contact with the Reformed renewal movement associated with the CE (Christian Endeavor) Bethany Association under the direction of Dr. Aladár Szabó.
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I wrote this back in 2005; it was the first thing I ever wrote and shared. I've been thinking about it a lot over the past couple of weeks, and tried to update it, but instead I'm just going to post it as it was originally written. I'll work on a part 2 for another … Continue reading When You Are Most Alone…
The raucous shrieking of a bird attracted my attention as I walked across my beautiful college campus. A hawk was under a tree in front of the library, calmly eating a baby bird. The mother bird was darting in and out, trying to drive him off. The hawk took very little notice, only looking up … Continue reading The Hawk
A few months ago I wrote an essay for my grad school application. The topic was essentially why I want to study theology. I was never happy with that essay; I couldn’t manage to pull it together into a coherent paper. In spite of that I was accepted to Beeson Divinity School and will begin … Continue reading Why Study Theology?
Difficult week. Disappointment clouds hope, Fear drives out trust, Failure stares in the face, Old wounds ache. Frustration turns molehills into mountains. Helplessness becomes more real than Sovereign God, Ever Present Help. Put on the mask, Pretend it’s all fine, Do the next thing. Saturday. The sun is rising, but shadows reign. The hummingbird … Continue reading Shadows in the Sunrise
My next great adventure is the MATS (Masters of Arts in Theological Studies) degree at Beeson Divinity School. This is an essay that I wrote for admission: My earliest childhood memory is standing in church with my grandmother, listening to her recite The Apostles’ Creed with her congregation. I was very small, holding her … Continue reading The Apostles’ Creed
