fuel. weekly bible reading

The Irony of Joy

So, I’m ending this day with my feet propped up on a coffee table back here in my college dorm room. I find myself sitting in front of my HD TV, obnoxiously large speaker system, and my macbook computer screen (which I’m starting to think might be actually slowly morphing into a permanent part of my body…) Just a few days ago, I was sitting with my dirty, worn through shoes on a section of janky scaffolding, the blue-green water of Montego Bay, and a half-finished wall in front of me. Sweat, concrete, and an annoying voice in my head were suggesting a gloriously tempting, but unrealistic, nap under an orange tree.

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