Thursday, July 05, 2007

Joy in parting

I take up my fingers today to commemorate efforts and work long past; to pause in a brief reverie over moments of mirth and seasons of strenuous struggle. Time permits me to speak neither eloquently enough nor thoroughly enough of the deeply hidden beauties of the passive periphrastic, the many escapades of Cromwell’s head, or even our country’s great war for continued self-government. Would that I could share with you the wonders of infectious diseases and how when viewed contextually with the soundtrack from Episode IV: A New Hope, their inner-workings become inestimably clearer. The dimensions of a 14th century alleyway—who would think of their great implications upon modern society, or that 18th century romanticism is alive and well and ensconced at the local grocery store?

I will never forget the opportunities that my time at Patrick Henry College has afforded, and indeed continue to provide for me. The information, the experiences, the work, but more than these, the friendships that I was able to gain through my short time in Purcellville I count as one of God’s greatest gifts to me. Whether praying in chapel, chasing a Frisbee, singing in the stairwells, or deeply discussing my beliefs with brothers and sisters in Christ, I was honored and privileged to share those precious three semesters with some of the smartest, kindest, most humorous, and Christ-centric folks I know. As I look back on my experiences, I want to be sure that the world knows that the time invested in me by cherished friends or wise professors—whose worth was so sadly undervalued—is still bearing fruit.

Without a strenuous course in Philosophy I would not be as well equipped to categorize and analyze the various worldviews and perspectives I meet on a daily basis. Without a rigorous course in the language of the one-time foremost powerful nation in the world, I would not have the grasp of my own spoken or written tongue I now claim to possess. Without a thought-provoking discourse on the writing and ideas of those best and brightest authors of the western world, my communication skills would be sorely in want. Without an intriguing and deeply interesting foray into the captivating history of western civilization, my grasp of what reasonably can be expected of modern society would be woefully inadequate. Without a detailed analysis and discussion of the roots of our country and its government led by one who, in my humble opinion both loved the information he imparted and imparting it in the way most likely to be retained, I would be far less capable of understanding and using my rights as a citizen. Without stimulating presentations on the peculiar history of the United States, including but not limited to campaign slogans of a most repetitive nature, my appreciation of all that God has done for our nation would be sadly diminished. Without a scientific study of the intricacies of the created order I would lack the awe such a course cannot but impart.

And so, as I bid a fond farewell to the credits I hoped to attain through the above courses of study, I cannot be bitter, but rather joyful and thankful for such an awesome opportunity. That I was able to be present on that campus for three wonderful semesters will be a blessing that only increases as time continues. I offer my heartfelt thanks to the students, the faculty, and the administration of Patrick Henry College, both past and present for the manner in which God has used, and is continuing to use them in blessing, maturing, and instructing me.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

An update

What ho from Teyhass! It's finally starting to get warm down here and I must say that if these 90ish days in early June are anything to go by, July and August are going to be real scorchers. I am continuing to get acclimated to life here, what with work and study and all that fits in between. I continue to covet your prayers as there is some frustration over how many credits I actually have. Counting my PHC credits and the paralegal coursework I did with ParaLegalTech and the current CLEPs I have accrued the total would be some 76 credits. No paltry sum to be sure. However, the majority opinion hereabouts is for me to discount my PHC and paralegal work, dropping me back to 21 credits. Reason for the furrowed brow and squinted eye, what? I am exploring the alternatives and seeking to still make use of the academic time spent at PHC as well as the other work I've done. Rather sling along without losing the larger portion down the drain, if you know what I mean. There are times I wonder how I can adequately explain myself to those steeped in a system where anything but regionally (the highest level attainable, and no, I don't know why regional is higher than national) recognized credits are tossed out as so much wasted effort. Words fail one. One considers a few slight taps with a heftish plumbers wrench, or perhaps hypnosis as alternative methods of getting the word across. However, upon reflection these methods leave somewhat to be desired and must be cast aside. Perhaps you can discern from the rambling and reflective mood of this epistle that the issue has gotten right in amongst the inner man. As previously mentioned, I would covet your prayers as to my dealing with the issue of how best to use my past work in my current situation. More updates to follow. May the road rise to meet you in the meantime.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Feeling touched

Well friends, I've been touched. Tagged. Transcendentally tipped by a fellow terrestrial. In a word, I'm "It." We've all known it for some time, but now my good friend and compatriot in escapades great and small, Gabriel Waddell, has broadcast this information to the world. I will now revel in this fact for a prescribed period. Please feel free to approach the presence and offer your fealty...(slight pause). Ahem. *Slight frustrated glance in the direction of a retreating figure.* 'Twould seem I have been grossly misinformed. Apparently, "tagged" is the more appropriate term and I am now obligated by forces outside my control to share seven (7) extremely interesting and surprising facts about my person. I must admit at the outset that I feel somewhat snookered, but for the sake of the common good I will dispense the pertinent information forthwith.

7th fact of incontrovertible truth: My left hand is not as strong as my right, probably due to the fact that I wore my watch too tightly for some years.

6th fact of incontrovertible truth: I truly enjoy English Tea (Ceylon and Darjeeling) and I find the afternoon the best time to indulge this particular interest.

5th fact of incontrovertible truth: I enjoy spending quiet time with good friends. I mean that simply being with them but not saying anything is a very pleasurable experience--just being with them is a good time even if no words are exchanged.

4th fact of incontrovertible truth: I have always wanted to be a drummer and my bones or wooden castanets are my small attempt to express this. Drum solos give me goosebumps and there are times I wish I'd chosen the other instrument in the Fife and Drum Corps.

3rd fact of incontrovertible truth: I have a favorite kind of footwear, and no, its not boots. Boat shoes hold that particular place of honor.

2nd fact of incontrovertible truth: Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane has always seemed like an idiotic act to me, and I want to do it.

1st fact of incontrovertible truth: I have always enjoyed singing--this hopefully does not come as a surprise. However, the fact that my initial inspiration came from Matthew Ward might be new information.

I now am also compelled to ascribe this same task to another magnificent seven. Peter Sauer (constant pressure makes diamonds out of carbon, or complete basket cases out of ordinary folks--which are you Pete? No pressure ... :~), Chris Moss (because if I can do this, he can do it better), Katy Jones (because she saw it coming--I'd hate for her to be disappointed), Laura Molzon (because Free Indeed deserves to know), Daniel Archer (Tenors together, tagged together), Sarah Grosjean (because if I didn't, Katy would), and Kyle Pousson (through the wars yet again, ol' buddy?).

Enjoy, and don't ever do that again.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

2 down and 1 to go

Greetings all and sundry! What a whirlwind of weddings and all that sort of stuff has surrounded me lately. In the best possible sense mind you. It started with John and Sarah's wedding on the 21st of April, or rather my part started the Thursday prior when I departed for good ol' Virginny via Continental Airlines out of San Antonio. The flights were satisfactory (I connected in Houston) even if the meals were barely worthy of sniffing at. Since when did a smallish ham sandwich, a bag of chips, and a Twix bar rate as a lunch. I guess they didn't want the hassle of feeding 150ish people a full meal, and I guess I can't blame them. Personally I would have settled for peanuts, but when "meal" gets mentioned, my mind conjures up some wonderful things, which accentuate the let down provided by receiving the aforementioned offering instead.

I got in Thursday afternoon and some good friends picked me up from Reagan Int'l and we all headed out to dinner, after putting together a few wedding invitations for John and Sarah. Naomi took us out to eat at The Cheescake Factory, where we necessarily stayed for dessert. An interesting thing happened as we left. I had the chance to meet, yet again, my partner of row 15 on the long flight from Houston to DC. The odds of us both going to the same restaurant 3-4 hours after arriving were pretty slimish and I'm sure we both found it amusing.

Friday was a nice slow day that my girlfriend/courtive/best friend/Katy and I spend meandering around Harper's Ferry, WV. It was a wonderful day and while we didn't feel like tackling Maryland Heights as we had on past occasions, we did wander all over the town. I found the panoramic shot I had been looking for and simply enjoyed being outside on a glorious day with a treasured friend.

That evening the festivities began with the rehearsal, followed by the rehearsal dinner, followed by Ultimate Frisbee on the Mall, followed by a movie, which might or might not have been followed by sleep. I honestly can't remember. It all passed in a blur of frenzy and food and conversations and camaraderie. The next morning, or later the same morning, to be precise, we (the groomsmen and associates) got our stuff together and headed off to collect the bridesmaids, one of whom I still think came close to excelling the bride.

We arrived at the church in good order and I was assigned the arduous task of cuing the sound board operator on the proper comings and goings of the assigned pieces of music. I was glad to oblige, especially since from the balcony I had one of the best seats in the house. We started up the music on time and mothers were duly seated, followed by the entrance of the groomsmen and groom, followed by individual bridesmaids up the aisle. Here I must ask a question. Why is it that the groomsmen all come in together and generally up the side, while the bridesmaids advance singly up the middle?

The bride was resplendent and the groom was dashing--as it should be, and in this case came as no surprise. Their outward appearance simply came closer to resembling their inner character than was normally the case. The sermon was from 1 Corinthians 13 and while succinct, it still powerfully conveyed the responsibility and God-given joy that already permeated the ceremony. It was truly a God-honoring occasion and I was privileged to participate, even in such a small way.

After the wedding, we all went to the reception, hosted by some friends in the church whose house was more than equal to the task. I mingled and caught up with several old friends and personally congratulated the bride and groom. Since my family had come up for the wedding, I and another friend went out to dinner with them at a local IHOP and enjoyed some wonderful fellowship over pancakes, coffee, and omelettes. When my family headed out, my friend and I were picked up by some friends in Alexandria, since we had arranged in advance to spend the night with them.

We stayed up late talking, but got to bed in time to be well rested for church the next day. We all attended Capitol Hill Baptist Church in downtown DC. Afterwards we walked around the city since it was so pleasant outside. Eventually we found a Mexican restaurant where I had the opportunity to try plantain quesadillas--definitely something new and very delicious. Lots of talking and more walking. All to soon it was time to head to our respective airports and catch our flights home.

The weekend was wonderful and hopefully I will have some photos to post soon, as well as something covering the weekend I attended last weekend. Y'all take care and I'll catch you latre!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

An update and a poem

Greetings everyone! I'm more than slightly pumped at the moment as I've just this morning added another 6 credits to my college completion endeavors. I passed my English Lit CLEP this morning and am very thrilled to also discover that PHC IS ACCREDITED! This means that I now have 67 credits under my belt and I'm over halfway done in my collegiate journey. What a trek, to be sure. Long and windy but coming to conclusion, beautiful conclusion at last. Anyhoo, with all this studying of English Lit and poetry in particular, I waxed somewhat poetical myself. The following is the result of a recent lunch break and mostly just ramblings on my current condition. Critique, comment, and enjoy!

Purpose on the Run

Sing a song of singleness,
Of life spent by oneself.
Oh what a droll existence,
That depends on no one else.

A time to do and to dare,
To live life to the edge.
With little thought or care,
Of giving your heart in pledge.

Without a someone to miss,
Or someone missing you;
Not your mother or your sis,
But your sweetheart through and through,

You'll go swiftly on your way,
Looking back not at all.
Foreseeing a brand new day,
That for you has such a call.

Then one day a light will dawn,
Your mind-lids open wide.
Seeing where your time has gone,
And so much more beside.

A friend to have and to hold,
To come home to at night,
Share glory in your world,
Oh what a beautiful sight.

Yearning for a family,
That's yours and yours alone.
Protecting them happily,
Their house your only home.

For this cause God made a man,
To leave his parent's door,
And find himself a woman,
To love and to adore.

So while single we are,
We're to follow strongly,
The path before us placed,
And run the race with strength.

But when that one comes along,
Who was ours from the first,
We would fill our role all wrong,
To leave them in the lurch.

So loving one another,
They come to love Him best,
Who gave them to each other,
And sets apart their nest.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Mailing address

For those of you who would like the mailing address, I have confirmed the location of my current abode and it is as follows:

Joseph Moss
21302 Encino Commons Apt 7208
San Antonio, TX 78259-2727

The new domicile

This is the view from the front door as you walk into apartment 7208. The kitchen is very nicely situated and the only downside we can discern is that the cupboard space is too narrow. Dishwasher, refridgerator, freezer, microwave, oven, and range all work exceptionally well. For those of a perceptive bent, yes, that is a 10-inch cast iron skillet on the stove. It is mine. You may admire from a distance, but no, the owner/operator has turned the "no handling" light on. ;-)



This is our small yet functional table. When one is baching it, one should live as though one is baching it, no?











A view from the kitchen into the living room with our couch and one of the floor lamps we recently acquired. Notice the fan has no light fixture. The rooms are similarly accoutered with two light switches and no fan or light.









A little better shot over the sink and into the family room and sun room as I think of it, on account of all the windows. Very nice for studying, sitting, reading, lounging, talking, musing, perusing, meandering, postulating, and divulging. Already a well-used room.








A shot from the sun room into the family room and kitchen. From this vantage point you can see the small workspace built into the wall and the door into the back bedroom. The apartment really is somewhat expansive, and even with all our stuff (such as we brought) it still looks rather empty. We're working on changing that. :~)







This is a closer view of the little workstation and its compactness. Still trying to figure out the best way to utilize this space without making it look cramped.
















View from the couch of my sleeping quarters in the front bedroom. A nice arrangement if I do say so myself.











The bunk bed with the reading lights because as you can see, from the plastic circle in the ceiling where the lights should be, there is no conventional lighting system as yet in place. Even with this fault, the housing situation is quite desirable, and I am in no position to complain.














Everything really is bigger in Texas! And everything, and I do mean Everything has Texas on it. Including our shower curtain, shower rings, and bath mat. If only other states (and commonwealths) could learn by example...









And finally a view of the front door as it appears to the inhabitants. The first door on the left is our coat closet, which is quite adequate for our needs. The slightly harder to see second door on the left is the front bathroom were Texas decor so strongly holds sway. Invisible from this particular angle is a door on the right that leads to the laundry room where we have space for a washer and dryer, even though they have yet to be acquired. All in good time, if necessary, I'm sure.


Friday, April 13, 2007

A quick update

Hey everyone! I just moved to an apartment where I'll be staying for the next while and I wanted to pass along my new address. The other will still work fine, and probably better, for sending mail and things to, since the mail box is bigger. However, if anyone wants to try the apartment address, more power to you. So, without further ado:

Bristol Canyon
21302 Encino Commons Blvd. Box #170
San Antonio, TX 78259

I think I've got that right, but no guarantees. God bless all of y'all and I hope to post pictures of the new place early next week. Grace and peace to you in Him who is both!