What are you looking for?

The first words that Jesus speaks in the Gospel of John, "What are you looking for?" This afternoon in my Christian Spirituality and Prayer class we did an imaginative prayer with this text. The poem below is what flowed from my pen in a matter of minutes. Not the best of my stuff but raw and real. And really, can you get any better than that? Let me know what you think.

What Are You Looking For?

What are you looking for?
I am looking for love...
What kind of love?
A love that is deep and real
A love that one can see and feel
A love that I am surrounded with
Yet I sense that I am without
What are you looking for?
I am looking for love.

Come and see.
He says to me
See what this love can truly be.
A love that is as real as breath
A love that breaks the power of death
A love that is fully found
Amongst the feet upon the ground.
He says to me...
Come and see.

(c) KSC, 03/26/07

Buffy on Vocation blog

There have been several folks who have inquired about my Buffy blog and I thought I had linked it here, but alas not (although you can get it by going to my profile.) Anyway, here it is: Buffy on Vocation.

Packing Up

I am currently at home in Northern Virginia, as we are on break after a long 10 week winter quarter. My main task while I am home is to sort out, and repack my life so that in June I am ready to take off. So I began that this morning here at my parent's place where there are a few odds-n-ends that I have left here over the years.

Going through some of this stuff brought back some really fun memories. High school, softball, swim team, and friends from the past. But other stuff makes me think - why the heck do I have all of this stuff? I mean really, I have programs from concert or performances that I attended while in college - not performances that I was in. Then I found notes from my first and second year of undergrad, and I am truly not sure why I kept them, as I can't make heads-nor-tails of what they are. (Make a mental note - do I need to keep ALL of my seminary notes?)

So I feel the need to confess and repent. Confess to being a pack-rat. Confess to being a 'collector.' And I am seeking to clean house if you will, so that when I get into my new space this summer, it can be a clean house. Memories are great, but not if they are just sitting in a box with no care or concern - and especially if you can't remember why you held onto these things.

Hmmm....Monday I will begin the BIG sweep, as I go to my place and enter the basement where my friend has been 'holding' my stuff. Trying to remember the mantra - if you haven't needed it for five years...do you really need it?!

Here's the link - "Waiting on Assignment Day" by The Executive Committee

Assignment Day

Check it out - just a great load of fun and an expression of nerves and excitement!