Just watched the first episode of Sherlock.

Brilliant.

“O angel of my God, be near,
Amid the darkness hush my fear;
Loud roars the wild tempestuous sea,
Thy presence, Lord, shall comfort me.”
— Unknown

Fisherman’s Blues — The Waterboys

My birthday gift. Thanks, wonderful mother.

The only thing I asked for for my birthday: that watch.

photo by Joey Casillas

Joel Wyncott vlog VI: The Flame Came First

‘And he will be upheld, for the Lord is able to make him stand.’ — Romans 14:4

Here is a beautiful thing, Christian! Every day that you feel weak, that you are of little faith, that you feel the burden too much that you cannot stand under it any longer, remember this beautiful truth: the Lord is able to make you stand. You need not fear for falling, if only you trust in the Lord, for He will uphold you, brother.

You, O helpless child, need not rely on your own strength — indeed I urge you not to — but put your faith in God; for in His strong hand do you lie; He will not ever grow weary of carrying you.

4/5/’14, Joel

I nearly always end up getting upset with myself when I (try to) play the piano. I’m just not good enough for my own taste. Everything that I enjoy doing, I want to do with expertise. Music is something I so wish I were good at creating, and playing. I wish I could sit at the piano and play what I see; to be able to read notes as I read words. I want my hands, eyes and mind to work at the same speed: fast. It’s such a beautiful thing to experience, even just listening. I can’t imagine what’s it’s like to play something like Rachmaninoff without even a hiccup in performance.

I look forward very much to being Home, and being able to sit at the piano for years on end and never grow tired, never get irritated. Just to play, and perfect, and bask in the Father’s perfection, and the infinite complexities that will be then revealed to us.

‘For now we know in part, but then shall we know fully.’

In the long run, people always fail. But God prevails.

‘Let love be genuine.’ — Romans 12:9

Always, brothers. When you love someone, always let it be a wholehearted love — a genuine love. Whether this person be your brother, your sister, your mother, your father, your neighbour, or even, yes, your enemy, you are to love them, as Christ loves them, and as He loves you, friend. The Scriptures leave us without excuse; if love is truly genuine — as we are told it must be — then it is unbiased, unprejudiced, unconditional; for this is the love of God our Father eternal. It is the same love that He poured out for you as He hung from the cross — while you were yet a sinner! Should not then you also, in grace, give this love to those whom you see as undeserving? For, brother, so are you.

If we are to be like the Father, we must love like the Father.

O God, teach us to love with a love like to Yours. Let us in our every word and deed show to this broken world the glory and beauty that is in You, and from You.

4/3/’14, Joel

Ladies, I can tell you this with absolute, utter, complete, one-hundred percent certainly: you will never find a better man than a God fearing man.

To my friends: I want to apologise for those times when I said I would pray for you and I didn’t. The times that you asked to have coffee, and I was too ‘busy’. The moments that I could’ve asked you how you were doing; but I didn’t because I was afraid of your answer. When I wasn’t the friend that you needed me to be.

To my family: I’m sorry for the times I yelled back at you in anger, when you were doing the best you could. For the moments when I didn’t give you a chance to explain, when I brushed off your expressions of love for me. I’m sorry for not taking the time to try to answer your questions about this God that I know.

To my acquaintances and the people I pass on the street: I’m sorry for turning away, for rushing past and trying not to see your brokenness. I’m sorry for the stares, and the judgements I formed, even though we’ve never met.

I’m sorry for the times when I’ve said, verbally or not; ‘I’m Christian’ but I haven’t acted that way. I’m sorry for not loving, forgiving, and serving you the way that He does me.

I’m just like you, a sinner, with struggles and faults, I’m sorry for ever holding myself above.

His grace and mercy are the only reasons I’m still here, asking for your forgiveness, saying that I’m a sinner and I’m starting fresh, trying each day, not to say that ‘I’m Christian’, but to love, serve and forgive like Christ has done to me.

— An apology letter. (via brydeewrites)

(via taylorraelor)

8:52 p.m. — after finishing my bowl of tuna

  • Mom: I got Teddy Grahams too.
  • Me: Yeah, I know — I’m just gonna have some ice cream and then go to bed. Because that’s how I do.

I wish so badly that I could capture with a camera the beauty and clarity that I see with my eyes, as I see it. But I don’t think it’s really possible.

Last night after getting home from work I decided to wash a couple pairs of my shoes, and after doing that I put them on a towel over by the radiator (at my mom’s suggestion) to dry, and I hung the laces from the cord of my ceiling fan. As I was stringing them up, I slowed down a bit, just looking at them. One of the bulbs in the fan light had recently gone out, and the light from the remaining bulb in my room of dark woody colours was so soft and warm. I didn’t have my glasses on — when I have glasses off I can focus closer and make out more detail than when I have them on, and the image that I got in that moment, of the laces hanging there, the rest of the room soft and out of focus, the light coming down so gently on the whole scene, made me just had stop and appreciate it. I was probably smiling in wonder.

Things like this make me better appreciate the beauty that God has created in this world, and be more thankful for His allowing me to partake in it, to even witness it.

Thank You, my God, for letting me see.