Poetic polemic.

Faith is the extrapolation of evidence. Amidst Norways dark and rain, I glimpse hope through faint sunshine stain. I look and smile, and look again. I live no more in vain, for there is hope, and hope secure. Evidence shone; my hope’s compelling spur. The sun will rise, yes rise for sure.   Did you reallyContinue reading “Poetic polemic.”

Tourists are happy because they smile.

I just came back from an altogether wonderful trip with my wonderful brother, visiting our wonderful cousin in wonderful Prague in all its wonderful splendor and medieval glory. It was great. Truly great, and as you’ll sooner or later realize, this blog-post has got nothing with tourism to do. On holiday, though, I often haveContinue reading “Tourists are happy because they smile.”

Released

A friend of mine just passed away in a tragic road accident. My thoughts go to his closest ones. I am in grief with them, and I mourn. Yet — I rejoice with the believing ones among them, that he now has met the God in whom he profeessed belief; a God who judges with righteousness. LetContinue reading “Released”

The Window

  I am sorry to not be sorry for writing a poem in Norwegian this time. I like to stick to one language on this blog (and I am more and more regretting it ain’t Norwegian!), but this is part of a longer poem that I am composing — in Norwegian, naturally. I will spareContinue reading “The Window”

Perhaps 42 is too complicated.

I look around myself on the parking lot. What on earth is this tent? It is completely dark and I can see nothing. Earlier the same day I had been crossing the same car park on my way back from the university gym, and I noticed a handful of dog owners training their dogs there.Continue reading “Perhaps 42 is too complicated.”

Moments like these.

I had the opportunity to go camping in the wild with a few good friends this weekend. As I write, I am so tiered that I should perhaps let my pen rest for the night, but bear with me for this one picture. Image, really. Imagery indeed. For amidst the cold and the rain, theContinue reading “Moments like these.”

Over my dead body.

Life is utterly strange – and short. Over my dead body shall some day rest a stone. I found myself tarrying around in a graveyard yesterday. Around me a thousand dead bodies. I couldn’t see the bodies, and I smelled no sent of death. What met my eyes, rather, was nice carved stones with beautifulContinue reading “Over my dead body.”

The last supper

You sit there on the edge of your bed with an empty look on your face. Furrows of concern that weren’t there before the verdict was reached, have now made their way unto your face. A soft trembling accompany your arm as you release the tension with which it was forced down into the bedContinue reading “The last supper”

Stupendous claims indeed.

The Skeptics Week is currently going on at NTNU, and I have found myself defending my faith many times already. A faith I have been examining quite intently on my own over the course of the last year or so – a process that seems to just have started. A healthy process, I believe. But likeContinue reading “Stupendous claims indeed.”