"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."
And Jesus said unto Simon, fear not; from henceforth thou shalt catch men. And when they had their ships to land, they forsook all and followed him.
By this shall men know ye are my disciples if ye have love one to another...
Charity: the highest, noblest, strongest kind of love, not merely affecton.
Charity suffereth long and it kind and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things..
i have a ways to go yet...
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P.S. I stole your indie movie friend's blog URL and linked it on mine.
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