Listening to Covenant Seminary lectures on Francis and Edith Schaeffer by Jerram Barrs (http://www.covenantseminary.edu/worldwide/en/CC578/CC578.asp), cleaning the apartment, and cutting up a semi-sweet pineapple.
A few of us visited the Museum of Modern Art last night to top off one of the busiest days up here. I like to think of myself as someone who appreciates art to some degree, but I was an extra wimpy art critic compared to the hardcore ones all around me there at the MOMA.
I think Jackson Pollock was my favorite, but Monet, Balla, and Rothko amazed me also. I’ll need to learn more to really appreciate Picasso, though.
Several of the artists were communicating by their art that God does not exist,
but it was actually a really worshipful experience, seeing beauty and praising Him for it.
Dan Perjovschi intriqued me with his political marker-like drawings (see http://www.perjovschi.ro/projects-85-dan-perjovschi-moma.html). It’s anti-war and anti-capitalism, but not cliché. I appreciated his critique of materialism the most, especially one picture of a man turning away a homeless person, telling him his house was full. Behind him his house was full of cars, tv’s, toys, a pool, etc.
Another interesting drawing was simply a massive “ME,” with a very small “you” underneath the “E.”
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We visited a mosque yesterday, after having spent the morning learning about the Islam in today’s world. Our guide was taking classes at the Baptistchurch-turned-synagogue-turned-mosque. He had grown up as a Catholic, converting to Sufi Islam after completing a religious studies degree at a public university in America. His expression of Islam is much more peaceful than the stereotype, and he was a gracious host.
We attended a service, and the message was translated into English. The text taught, “Do not turn away from the pardon” The Imam taught the assembly always to forgive, and never to seek revenge for self, but “only for Allah.”
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I’m enjoying my time here a lot. I had absolutely no reason to stay up until 1:30am last night, but I ended up having a great time talking to one of my roommates and praying together. Then I fell asleep on the futon with my face on my journal, waking up noticing my face feeling weird at 6:45am. I had just fallen out of stomache-like balloon in the sky that my friend Adam Choi had trapped me in because I was chasing him down in a field for stealing my car in the city. Thankfully, he got distracted swatting moths and so I was able to escape. I wish I remembered my dreams more often.
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