los mejores amigos = comunidad real

Passion.

It's essential. This word by itself has had huge impact in me.

There's all sorts of passion.

Passion in love,

It rained in Santiago today. Dirty city, clean rain.

in people,

and in life.

Passion about education,

edification,

about teaching;

it's a passion about learning.

Passion for people,
sexual passion, 

passion to love deeply,

a passion to cultivate intimacy:

to know and be know.

Passion for oneness;

it's a passion for intimate community.

I discovered a beautiful thing yesterday. There are people in the world who are like me. We agree on theological things. We agree on our approach in life. Things like discipleship, marriage, sex, dating, waiting, theology, music, art, expression, the church, the body, education, self preparation, rest, busyness, work and play are just examples of things I think about. These are things I've been exposed to; I have an opinion on them. It is deeply refreshing when you find a kindred spirit who has "caught the same vision" that you have... in your own culture, but ever more so wonderful when you are a stranger in a foreign land. 

I have friends who understand my heart about the
se things back home. Yet it's difficult to adjust in someways; they aren't here with me. Community changes with travel. It's rather an exchange of community. 

I was gone all day yesterday. Class, sigh seeing, eating, shopping (I bought a dress!), returning to the seminary and exchanging music, chatting, getting home, talking to two of my dearest guy friends,

They are brothers after my own heart. One is in Australia. My abbs still hurt from laughing! And the other just celebrated his 22nd birthday (Happy freaking birthday, dear friend!). It was super great to talk to him. But it was a night of threes; I also got to talk to another special friend for a few minutes. It was like sprinkles on an already fantastic delicious ice-cream cone of friendships. BLESSED was the only word I could find to accurately describe myself. 

then, feeling my first experience with earthquake tremors. I thought my legs was just randomly twitching, but then my roommate drew attention it it. I then realized that my whole body was twitching along with my bed...hahaha. Eventually I got to sleep; The word I've been today is exhausted.

Everything that happened yesterday has to do with passion for people, for community.

I'm in a foreign place, with foreign friends, and foreign ideas. Yesterday... just covered me with affirmation, laughter, serving, blessings, purely and contextually loving people...

This mural art (or maybe vandalism) is near where we are staying. I love pipes.
And this creepy monster guy reminds me of
Where the Wild Things Are although, I've never seen it.

 
a picture of rainy santiago, gracias a flickr
and one of the most played played songs on my itunes: Surely we can change

Fin.