Light for the Lost Boys

We walked in our little piece of wilderness over the railroad tracks today. It’s a place these boys can let their adventures loose. These images reminded me of Andrew Peterson’s “Light for the Lost Boy” album. We first heard these songs at Laity Lodge during a retreat (a hobbit retreat to be exact). We were crushed and encouraged by he lyrics of this album at the same time. It is meaningful and devastating and beautiful… boyhood, growing older, and the joys and pains all wrapped together. This time of year brings back those feelings of loss and growth and change.

One of the songs, “You’ll Find Your Way” is a song to one of his sons. It is about how as he gets older, that his parents can’t protect him from hurt and pain as he gets older, and they can’t fix everything for him… that he has to learn the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it, or Keep to the old roads.


You’ll Find Your Way

When I look at you, boy
I can see the road that lies ahead
I can see the love and the sorrow

Bright fields of joy
Dark nights awake in a stormy bed
I want to go with you, but I can’t follow

So keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way

Your first kiss, your first crush
The first time you know you’re not enough
The first time there’s no one there to hold you

The first time you pack it all up
And drive alone across America
Please remember the words that I told you

Keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way

If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home

And I know you’ll be scared when you take up that cross
And I know it’ll hurt, ’cause I know what it costs
And I love you so much and it’s so hard to watch
But you’re gonna grow up and you’re gonna get lost
Just go back, go back

Go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that’s taken hold of you
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home 

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Well, I knew this day would come.  I am offically saying goodbye to Xanga as my personal blogging platform.  Not that I treated it well.  I will not close down my account, as I still will use it to keep in touch with my many friends.  From this point on, you can read a much better formated blog at:

So I’ve been saving up for quite a while now for a Canon Digital Rebel XT (not XTi, I don’t feel its worth the extra $200).  For my birthday and Christmas all I wanted was money for the camera, and I have done extra jobs and sold stuff on ebay so I can get it.  Well, I finally had enough to get the body, and since it was on sale, Christina said I could get the body only (I don’t want the kit lens).  So I ordered the body, and it is set to come in sometime early next week.  The torture is that I will have the camera, minus the lens or a memory card.  I am finishing an editing job on the side, and once I get paid for that I am going to get the lens and the memory card.  I am planning on getting the 50mm f/1.8 lens for many reasons.  I really want to use a fixed lens for a while, and I have heard a lot about the sharpness of this lens.  Besides all of that it is Canon’s cheapest lens (only $80 retail, and I can get it for less).  Its a little cheaper built than the rest of the Canon lenses, but I’ll try and be gentle with it.  Be watching for me taking pictures with it on my flickr site.

Correct Usage of the Word Cute

cute[kyoot]  adjective,

1. attractive, esp. in a dainty way; pleasingly pretty: a cute child; a cute little apartment.
2. affectedly or mincingly pretty or clever; precious: The child has acquired some intolerably cute mannerisms.
3. mentally keen; clever; shrewd.

Usage of the word cute has really been bothering me.  I have decided, therefore, that I would write my own correct usage of the word cute.

1.  A female may at any time and in any way use the word cute however they deem it applicable.
2.  A male may use the word cute only under the following circumsances:
    a. When referring to a female of any age: she is a cute girl.
    b. When referring to a child.  The age limit is generally somewhere around puberty.  As a child gets older, the usage of the world cute decreases exponentially to describe that child: that’s a cute babyhe is a cute little boy, although one more year and he won’t be cute anymore.  (note there is no age limit for calling a female cute, only males)
    c. When referring to an animal.  The same exponential scale of cute applies to animals.  A little kitten, puppy, chick, etc can be called cute no matter the case (excpet possible Chernobyl like deformities).  As the animal gets older, the usage decreases.  Cats aren’t as cute as kittens, dogs aren’t as cute as puppies, etc: what a cute little kitten; that dog used to be so cute, now its just ugly.
d. Never can cute be used to decribe any non-living thing.  A male may never call an article of clothing, house, color, or any other in-animate object or idea cute.  The only exception is when in calling something cute you are actually referring to something that fits rules a-c.  For example, a man can never say, “That is a cute shirt.” but is perfectly within his rights to say, “That shirt looks cute on you woman.”  The addition of the prepositional phrase “on you woman” makes all the difference.  In this case, the woman (which fits rule a.) is actually the one being called cute.

I hope this clears up some confusion some of you may have had about the correct usage of the word cute.  I expect comments on this post.  “But you never comment on my posts” you may be saying.  Well, that is the precise reason that I have not posted any comments on any of your posts.  So its reciprocal. If you were to start the cycle of commenting by posting on my Xanga, I would in return post to your Xanga, and then you would in return post again on mine, creating a cycle of neverending posting. You have no one to blame but yourself for no posts.  Oh, and I am immune from this argument being used against me, because I’m the originator of the argument…and because I said so. Ready, set, reply.