I’ve Moved!
November 20, 2008
So I’m sure that most people have noticed that the site has been offline for a few days. There’s a reason for that, which I will get to shortly. But first, let me just say this:
In fact, I am blogging at a new site I have just finished setting up: kennethhynek.net. A full explanation for the reasons behind the move can be found here
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That said, this is not the end of Time Immortal. My wife Grace has expressed interest in taking over blogging at this domain, and I am working to make sure that she gets set up here as soon as possible.
Also, my profound apologies for the modification to the site face; the move was not as seamless as I would have hoped, and many of the image files for this theme, and in the gallery, were corrupted during the course of their evacuation from my previous web host’s servers. Until such time as I have repaired them, I’ve put a clean-looking template in place of the previous one.
Update: for the purposes of further traffic shaping, new posts from kennethhynek.net will be excerpted below. Full articles can be read at the new blog.
Heaven
April 27, 2005
The last time I was in Rocky Mountain House, back in 2002, I wrote a couple paragraphs in response to an email my friend Greg Malone sent me. I just wanted to toss it up here to share it with everyone, because even after two years I find it still rings true for me.
I used the thrilling experience of asking Grace out for the first time as a metaphor for something even greater - what Heaven is like.
of heaven are like those precious thirty feet between
the doors of the church I go to on campus and the
bus-stop bench she’s sitting on. The walk to the
gates, to St. Pete or whoever the doorman is, is like
the walk across those thirty feet, heart in your
throat. Will she say yes? Will she say no? (Am I in
the book? Am I…
The gates are the question, that second of tenseness
before the answer.
And admission is her first smile, that tentative
“Yeah, I’d like that.” St. Peter waves you in,and
you’re home free.
Heaven is that moment of relief when you drag yourself
through the door of your house at nine-thirty at night
after being on campus for fourteen(!) straight hours
and your sister hands you a piece of paper on it to
say that the girl you love called and wants you to
call her back before eleven. Heaven is waking up to
the smell of pancakes and bacon. Heaven that feeling
of new strength you get when you’ve had it with
homework, turn on the radio, lie back…and hear your
favourite song in the entire WORLD(!) that pushes you
back to your paper and pencil…and within minutes
there’s the answer. Heaven is having to take the bus
because your bike is busted and running into an old
friend at the bus-stop that you would have otherwise
missed.
Heaven is casual walks, soft words of love, your
favourite foods, those precious few minutes of rest in
an otherwise hectic day…and Heaven is greater than
all those things put together. Heaven is light in the
darkness, but not the kind of light that hurts the
eyes because it shines so bright so suddenly. Heaven
is the lights you can see through the dark forest;
your friends coming to look for you, or the campfire
you know they’ll all be sitting around.
Heaven is the perfection we strive for in this world,
but can only attain through acknowledging our
imperfections and trying to better them. Heaven is
attained not in spite of our errors, but because of
them; because we can be forgiven if we only ask.
