selah
these internet cafes are something else. i’ve got the guy right next to me perusing "spanknet.net", the old asian man two computers down from me is on "blackpeoplemeet.com" (i swear to you i am not joking), and then there is the owner of the place who is dry heaving so violently that i am pretty sure his lungs are going to be exposed to the open air in a second here and i’m going to have to engage him in a prayer of miraculous healing. with the help of the holy spirit, of course. i do wish i could afford my own laptop, but this is all beside the point.the week in a nutshell could be described as life in its fullest - the good, the bad, the ugly, the joyous, the unbearable, the sense of being invincible. all of it was apart of these last seven days.
the week began with a bit of a reality check, as i found out just how bad my good friend’s health might be getting. a bit of fear always peeks its head in when words like surgery and cancer come into play. the first night all of this came around, i stayed awake all but thirty minutes.
but as the week progressed, hope began to shed its light into the darker places of my heart - the place where worry and fear and doubt of God’s goodness dwelled. and i’d be lying if i said that my conscious was fully clean of all of this. there is still sorrow and a bit of insecurity in the uncertainty of the whole situation. but this is where faith and trust come into play. and my prayer is that in the end, i would be found as someone who nurtured peace and hope into those around me, especially my friend going through this at this time.
in other news, i have found the greatest hotdogs in new york city - a little hole in the wall right off of bowery and canal, next to the fung wah bus terminal. it is chinatown at its finest, my friends. who would’ve thought that the most girthy and juicy wieners would be found in chinatown?! only a dollar for one of these badboys, if you’re ever in the city, get out and see the lil’ asian lady inside the hole in the wall hotdog stand.
easter is the greatest season of the christian faith because it is the time of year in which we celebrate grace and freedom. a sort of spiritual independence day is what it is. a morning full of lounging on the couch, lunch at a friends’ appartment which included meeting an array of new people, service in the evening that was both spiritually enriching and deeply sacred. and to top the day off, dinner with jaci at this great sushi place down the street from st. paul’s (the place in which origins meets on sunday nights). the day couldn’t have been any more perfect. from midtown to chelsea, a group of us walked and absorbed the sunshine and the city. jaci was kind enough to engage in tonight’s service, which is basically sharing apart of the most important aspect of who i am - my faith and worship in Jesus Christ.
and so another week is passed. my EIGHTH WEEK here in new york, in fact. i think this calls for a bit of celebration, don’t you?
postscript:
last night i was moping around the apartment because i was not able to score tickets to the hotel cafe tour which included ingrid michaelson, joshua radin, pricilla ahn, cary brothers, sara bareilles and many more singer/songwriters. but with some self-motivation as well as some encouragement from jaci, i decided to take my chances and head down to the fillmore to see if there were any tickets left to the sold out show.
so i get there and intently walk up to the first doorman i see and ask, "ok, are there anymore tickets or what?" his biceps pulsating underneath his tight-fitting black shirt and his beady eyes looking down at me, he asked, "are you by yourself?" of course i told him that i was, and he replied, "you lucked out, young lady." apparently just moments before i walked up to the door, someone handed the doorman an extra ticket to give away. and the receipient of that ticket was me! after walking around the back of the venue to find the perfect spot to watch the show, i ended up in the balcony overlooking the crowd below, and every act of the night in clear view. what a way to feel favor from the heavens, i tell ya!
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