i just finished reading "the fault in our stars" by internet superstar john green last evening, and i found it to be a difficult experience. it was like listening to someone present an argument that you really disagree with, but being amazed at how well, or how beautifully, they stated their belief. but in the end, i'm still sad that he believes what he believes, and that the universe for him, isn't this incredible broken gift that doesn't point towards futility and nothingness, but beauty and life, the same kind of beauty and life that he has so wonderfully written about. (i just reread that last sentence and realized how convoluted it was. what i mean is this: i am saddened by his despair, especially when he obviously has such an eye for beauty). it is a story of teenagers and cancer, and if you want to find out more about that part of the book, just look it up, well anywhere. it has become a huge issue online about whether this is a cancer book
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.