The Moral

I will make it short and saccharine.
This blog will be going offline in a few days.
And I will be going elsewhere.

Do not despair just yet; shoot me an e-mail.
henry.kammer@gmail.com

--Doors always lead to new room and sometimes that room goes to the front yard.


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Family

One of the times we felt clean at L'abri.


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you don't have to worry

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One thing that I have learned is that God does not make us exempt from desires, and negatively, temptations when we start following Him. In fact, He made it clear that it would be difficult. But lately, the difficulty of wrong temptations has been replaced by something overwhelming, something outside the scope of keeping standards.

Locating and cultivating all of your good human desires for God's glory, and not being under the disgust and peril of trying to please everyone.

In I Timothy, Pal talks about things that are "to be received with thanksgiving by those who believe and know the truth."

And what to make of this?

"For everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, for it is made holy by the word of God and prayer."


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There are two topics that I wanted to attempt, one was that of promises; the other, of narcissism and insecurity. And I can't commit to either.

I can't commit to either of these topics to updating this blog at this very moment.

I've found promises are predominantly positive forms of commitment. In large, indiscriminate numbers they are destructive, leeching energy from potentially enriching activities. This is an energy-sapped blog-entry...

So why write it. BE-cause the shameful habit of over-dedicating myself is indirectly encouraging my addiction to procrastination. So I'm trying to kill the root by cutting the branches.

And to those of you in the readership who's means of communication to me is only through this venue (sorry about the abject decay), I'm back in America and am able to think about these things.



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Abroadness

After a bag of Peiffer's stale-flavored breadsticks, I touched down in the motherland last Friday afternoon. It looks like Greenville except for the sheep and gnarled trees.

Travel from Gatwick to L'abri was nigh infuriating, however I did manage to squeeze into a train station toilet the width of a phone booth with all my luggage and guitar, thus making the remaining 15 train stops manageable.

The manor is extensive in it's beauty and subtle lack of privacy. Every voice spoken in basement and attic is audible in the kitchen.

I share housing with the Dutch, the Korean, the American, the Hungarian, the Australian, and of course the Britainian. And we will learn together.

-Kammer signing in



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I leave for England this evening. I will enjoy a seven-hour flight and, magically, a seven-hour night.

For those of you who are familiar with L'abri, you probably know the mental gymnastics of which I'm about to partake.

For those who don't, I'm going to be studying the Bible heavily and washing other people's laundry. Jobs that fit together.

Love to you all, even if you're rolling your eyes at this very moment.
I love your eye-rolling.

Pray for safety in travel, in thinking, in learning.

And yes, I will post soon.

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