May 2012
4 posts
Relocating...
Dear friends,
I am relocating my thoughts to www.marybunkley.wordpress.com . As much as I love tumblr, wordpress offers more options for your truly.
deeplove,
merlin
Crying in the rain would be ironic, if only it...
The other day I got home really late at night. It was raining profusely. And I was upset. No, more than upset. Infuriated. Frustrated. Rankled. Nettled. Irked. Vexed. You get the idea.
So I got out of my car and made it about 5 steps to the center of our dual-purpose backyard/parking lot, and I raised my hands to the heavens. As the rain fell down mixing with my angry tears, I talked to...
The weird line between neurosis and naptime...
Seems like the closer I get to graduation, the more comfortable I become with my suspended state of quasi-panic. Daily forcing my worries down. Trying to look only at my Lord. Walking a weird line between neurosis and naptime. The balance is difficult and tiring.
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But during this time the Lord is building an arresting, delightful conviction in my heart. Oh how I pray this one...
If you only hear me say one thing this year...
Let’s face it. I have no earthly idea where I’ll be living in three months. I suppose I’m going to law school next year, and I’ll likely be in either Texas or Virginia. But after that, your guess is as good as mine. My name is buried in several waitlist, over several thousand miles. Essentially, I’m at the mercy of my God, through an admissions committee’s decision, to determine where I’ll be...
March 2012
4 posts
Fighting Sin Alligators
When I was little, I loved Mr. Gatti’s. The cookies, the games, the pizza, the salad bar (yes, I was a strange child), they were all perfection. For me, one of the most frustratingly fun games was the alligator smashing game. You know the one where you hit the alligators on the head with a mallet? And when you hit them they made an “wwarkkk” sound?
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Sometimes when I’m fighting...
This one’s a toughie…
This isn’t one of those blog entries I write after I have everything figured out. This is one of those entries that I write in the deep, deep middle of a profound mess. My dad’s pulmonary embolisms are back. He had them two years ago after surgery on his foot. He defied death that time, and he continues to do so. But that doesn’t mean we are out of the woods yet.
It’s weird, when one your...
To the Sin Conqueror
I really love the Valley of Vision prayer book. So one day, in a flurry of Christian angst, I wrote my own Valley-esque prayer. Here it is:
Sin Conqueror-
I am a perpetual motion machine,
constantly moving in the wrong direction.
On my best day, I am plagued by sin and
far from righteousness.
My soul cries out for the goodness
and mercy it once knew so well.
When confronted with my...
confessions of a reformed man junkie
I have a couple (understatement) of theories about life. Most of the time, I view these theories as law. And much to the misfortune of my roommates and close friends, I proclaim loudly every time my theory is substantiated and ignore most situations where it isn’t.
Here’s my newest theory. I hypothesize that very few women are actually “boy crazy.” Coming from a reformed, self-proclaimed, and...
March 2011
2 posts
God isn't a Chicken.
God isn’t a Chicken. I know, I know. Startling revelation right? Well this hit me today as I was chomping down on a giant plate of breakfast tacos. Suddenly I realized how often we treat God like he’s a chicken. No in the ‘being scared’ sense of the word (although that would be make another great blog topic) but in the ‘laying eggs’ sense of the word.
So...
