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The first time I heard of this was from my Grandfather- he was always one for riddles, thoughtful pranks, and a good yarn. This is, at first glance, a jumble of nonsensical words; but when read aloud and listened to, it truly comes to life!

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Tim Challies: Empty Minds. Empty Hearts. Empty Lives.

Borrowed from Tim Challies Website

Do you remember when you used to have a memory? Do you remember when you could actually remember stuff and when you actually needed to remember stuff? You know, stuff like phone numbers or recipes or Bible verses. Those days seem to be nearing an end. An interesting new study from psychology professors at Columbia University, the University Of Wisconsin-Madison, and Harvard University comes to this rather startling conclusion: “We are becoming symbiotic with our computer tools.” It’s not just that we are no longer remembering things, but we are entrusting to our tools the things we used to entrust to ourselves. In this way we are becoming symbiotic with our tools, with our machines, forming an interdependent kind of relationship.

It is the ease with which we access information through the Internet that has gotten us here. The days of solving our questions by going to the library, searching the index system and looking for the book in the midst of all the shelves are long since gone. The days of walking over the bookcase and pulling out the relevant volume of the encyclopedia are gone as well. Instead, we now head straight to our computers or cell phones or iPads—whatever it is that we use to connect to the Internet.

The advent of the Internet, with sophisticated algorithmic search engines, has made accessing information as easy as lifting a finger. No longer do we have to make costly efforts to find the things we want. We can “Google” the old classmate, find articles online, or look up the actor who was on the tip of our tongue. The results of four studies suggest that when faced with difficult questions, people are primed to think about computers and that when people expect to have future access to information, they have lower rates of recall of the information itself and enhanced recall instead for where to access it. The Internet has become a primary form of external or transactive memory, where information is stored collectively outside ourselves.

What the Future Looks Like

C.S. Lewis Song: Brooke Fraser

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,

I can only conclude that I was not made for here.

If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,

then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared.

[CHORUS:]

Speak to me in the light of the dawn

Mercy comes with the morning

I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found?

On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?

'Cause there's a soul that stirs within me,
Breaking free, wanting to com alive.

'Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb

and avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become.

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE:]

For we, we are not long here

Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it

And I, I was made to live, I was made to love,
I was made to know you

Hope is coming for me

Hope, He's coming

Sonnet 16: John Milton

On His Blindness-

When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

And that one Talent which is death to hide

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest He returning chide,

"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"

I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need

Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state

Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;

They also serve who only stand and wait."

Desktop Wallpaper for October!

Tim Challies has a wonderful website, "Informing the Reforming", and if you haven't visited it yet, you should. He speaks on topics such as the 180 movie, spiritual life in this ungodly world, puritan fathers thoughts in this contemporary world, he reviews books and movies, and right now is holding a discussion on Thursdays on John Stott's book "The Cross of Christ".

All that to say- go check out his website.

And if that didn't convince you enough, at the beginning of each month he has free desktop backgrounds. Here's a taste of this month's:

Jeans to Skirt: a waste not, want not expedition

I have a drawer filled with jeans... and I only wear 3 pairs. All the others are worn out, have holes in the knee, what have you, and I'm too stingy to just throw them away. Now I am inspired thanks to these photos! :D