Profusely.  The Words Keep Tumbling In
Yes, even in the silence. 

Very often when  I read, I have a habit of taking down sentences that speak to me.  I am a self-professed nerd.  I enjoy reading, and more so, writing and studying verbal gems! 

Yet as with the huff and press of time, work and training, affording those moments of clarity to soak in the words have often become like an ugly battleground.  I have to fight tooth and nail to find them---and it´s not easy. 

Finding time to read comes with its own consequences.  It means seeking solitude amongst the social.  Sitting awkwardly alone in crowded lunch rooms, with your head bent down while everyone elses' is cocked up.  Choosing inward, introspective searches instead of introspective gazes. 

And every night, you can find me falling asleep to a bible verse.  Grabbing what of His voice I can, until that deep, silent slumber hits.

This time, I want to share a few sentences from a book I´m currently reading.   

Love Letters by Paul Gambaccini, is a compilation of letters addressed to seven men Gambaccini has loved deeply throughout his life. 

Gambaccini, a homosexual, started this book in the mid 90s, as a project of protest against prejudices levied against the gay community in the UK.  I picked this book up from the local library on my precious off day, as a sort of intellectual foray into that very community.  I have very few gay friends, and I´ve always wondered at how their lives have always been made further distant from mine by difference of faith and bent. 

Faith in particular.  A verse I read recently in Corinthians (I think...) which spoke clearly against homosexuality.  Still, all my dialogues with friends about homosexuality have still always left me skeptical.  Surely things are not as sinful as they seem---I have heard of so many Jesus-loving homosexuals.  What makes their sexuality so abhorred?  Are they really that different?

That´s why I picked up the book. 

Mind, thoughts, let´s give this a fair chance, without prejudice.  That´s exactly why Gambaccini wrote this.  To give voice to pierce through the confusion.

I´ll share more thoughts and sentences from his book in my next entry.