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commuting with christ: monday morning melancholy
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Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. I shuffle out of bed as the alarm resonates my ear. I shuffle on the platform as the train vibrates my feet. My absent, apathetic state demands relief and relaxation. Bypassing my usual glances at familiar faces, i contemplate for a second before opening my laptop to watch Bus 174. Does my time belong to me? I pause to reflect on my usual travel time consumption:. Should the usage of my time be dependent on my circumstances? This blog is looking mad.
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commuting with christ: July 2008
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Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. Eight weeks has passed since my past post. This time was filled with many more escapades - so why the absence from this blog? Pondering, reflecting, discussing are more my areas of giftedness. The art of writing stares at me from the darkness. At times I can muster up the courage to paint a picture with words, but mostly I experience a burden. So I decided to start another blog. Its simply titled joelpj - a dumping ground. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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commuting with christ: February 2008
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Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. The hum of an engine coupled with friction of rubber provided a different atmosphere to ponder. Due to railwork, coaches were recently employed to cart the thousands home. Interestingly, the commute became more personal - maybe due to the limited seats or perhaps the opportunity to greet the driver. In this case, it was definitely the latter that made for an engaging journey. The travel drone grew predictable until I heard the word "Jesus". The old lady inquired:.
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commuting with christ: jesus-spotting while train-spotting
http://commutingwithchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus-spotting-while-train-spotting.html
Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. The noise of the daily newspaper filled the carriage as commuters sought distraction from mundane travel. I too desired entertainment, adding keyboard clicks amongst the commotion. Thanks to Google Alerts. A somewhat unnoticed news story (Jan) filled the screen:. Jesus appears on train platform. Surprised at the title I read on to discover this occurred at Waverton, just three stations from my work. In my usual skepticism I began to question:. On a similar theme:.
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commuting with christ: lost and found
http://commutingwithchrist.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-and-found.html
Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. A change of travel routine, due to house sitting my parents home, required multiple trains, cars, and buses in recent weeks. One particular evening I missed my usual bus stop and after getting off a fair distance away, my mind quickly calculated the fastest route while ignoring practicality and safety. What began as a simple walk home, expanded into a emotional and theological journey. The garden where we burnt our uniform tie. The roof we played guitar and sung on.
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commuting with christ: personal space invaders
http://commutingwithchrist.blogspot.com/2008/04/personal-space-invaders.html
Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. Cramped up against the window I stood with only the air above me to draw from. My train has never been this busy of an afternoon. When the crowd alighted, room became abundant and people spaced out in almost perfect intervals across the empty seats. Yes, I am a little strange. Driving home I considered the link between travelling and personal space with social interaction in person or online networking. I remembered a quote from the movie Collateral:. Subscribe to...
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commuting with christ: phoney persecution
http://commutingwithchrist.blogspot.com/2007/12/phoney-persecution.html
Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. As my carriage rushed toward a tunnel, I hurried to end my phone conversation. The overpowering darkness arrived as my friend’s voice disappeared. We were in the middle of deep theological discussion and didn’t want it to finish so suddenly. God had other plans. A voice spoke out, breaking the silence. You think Christians are persecuted? I look left to see a lady staring back at me. I have news for you! Challenges like these excite my mind to run numbers like.
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commuting with christ: coach conversing
http://commutingwithchrist.blogspot.com/2008/02/coach-conversing.html
Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. The hum of an engine coupled with friction of rubber provided a different atmosphere to ponder. Due to railwork, coaches were recently employed to cart the thousands home. Interestingly, the commute became more personal - maybe due to the limited seats or perhaps the opportunity to greet the driver. In this case, it was definitely the latter that made for an engaging journey. The travel drone grew predictable until I heard the word "Jesus". The old lady inquired:.
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commuting with christ: April 2008
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Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. Cramped up against the window I stood with only the air above me to draw from. My train has never been this busy of an afternoon. When the crowd alighted, room became abundant and people spaced out in almost perfect intervals across the empty seats. Yes, I am a little strange. Driving home I considered the link between travelling and personal space with social interaction in person or online networking. I remembered a quote from the movie Collateral:. Waiting for ...
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commuting with christ: election witnessing
http://commutingwithchrist.blogspot.com/2007/11/election-witnessing.html
Outreach amid travel.insight to unravel. Running late for my train i hurried down the slippery stairs towards the parallel tracks. The sight of the pamphlet waver was overtaken by the sound of pneumatic doors clinching tight. As i was handed a brochure declaring "Kevin 07" in bold writing. A familiar sound in the distance grew louder and louder. i wished time would permit further discussion, but instead the sound of the pneumatic doors greeted me. We exchanged farewells as i darted in the closest...The p...
