Truth Universally Acknowledged

August 29, 2010


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I apologize for the quality of these images. The lighting was not very good, the camera was not particularly incredible, I am not a skilled photographer, and I didn’t spend any time editing. If any of these images have beauty, it is because of the beauty inherant in the scene, not anything on the photographer’s part. Our master gave us the advice to be and remain enchanted by this place; if these pictures do it any justice, you will see how easy it can be.


How 36 hours can be an eternity, and other opening thoughts on yale

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Well, for all you curious people, here is the first quick post from Yale campus. I am sitting in my suite, overlooking the beautiful Timothy Dwight (TD) courtyard with it’s massive male Ginko tree. Though the smallest of Yale’s residential colleges, TD has no lack in spirit. Both the master and dean (tenured faculty members who live in the college and run things, to give a brief explanation) are kind and enjoyable, with many wise pieces of advice to give young, ignorant freshmen. In some ways, I feel I have lived here my entire life, and in others, am a newborn baby, looking with expectant wide eyes at every new bright, shiny object. I have learned much about this campus even in the short amount of time I have been here, but I know there is an unfathomable plethora of information still waiting for me. Tomorrow will be a full day, from church in the morning to A-cappella at night. I am looking forward to it.

More info and pictures to come soon… I promise.

August 24, 2010


Filed under: Uncategorized — mboesl @ 11:00 am

As I sit here madly typing away, my bedroom is in total disarray. I can hardly see my bed’s own comforter for the three brimming suitcases, wrinkled t-shirts, precariously stacked piles of books, and other odds and ends all strewn madly about the place. In 48 hours the mess will be gone, packed neatly away into boxes and bins, stored and stowed. But there is something beautiful about this calm before the storm, this last moment to breath before taking the plunge, this final disordered panic as I think of the thousand things that I ought to do but won’t. The reality of farewells is sinking in. The incredible people with whom I have spent so much time and shared so many experiences are suddenly isolated from me. It is exciting that we all move on and grow up, but as Boyz II Men so aptly put it, “It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.”

Not only am I saying “good bye” to individuals, but also to a way of life. In a day or two, I will fly away and leave behind the person I was before, leave behind the high school student, athlete and journalist I was and become a lowly college freshman. I am eagerly anticipating the future, but also apprehensive of the changes and transition that will occur.

However, as I hopelessly survey the disaster on my bed, I deem this a good time to retrospect.

To remember the glorious days at Kingsview Christian School, learning the basics of math, english, reading, science and of course, love.

The relaxing yet stimulating weekends at Oma and Opa’s house. No person on earth has ever or will ever made better oatmeal than my Oma, while I enjoyed hanging with them, this was the real boon.

The quasi-legal activities wonderful men friends. (Laser Tag, Dumpster Diving, Matchmaking) The intrepid discussions with same friends that swing between philosophical topics to women to jokes to women jokes to philosophy and back again.

The family reunions where I laugh until I cry, solve all the problems of crime, drugs and the church-cultural connection with my cousins, listen to the inspired wisdom of my elders, make short films, die playing Nertz and become the subject of numerous artsy photographs etc etc.

To remember the month in Africa, weeks in San Francisco and Mexico working hands on in ministry and experiencing vastly different cultures.

The many times singing with my sisters while doing dishes, at the piano, in the vehicle, before bed, in the bathroom, etc etc Mom and Dad telling us to calm down, be quiet and get to bed.

Marshfield: Keeping order and control in the journalism lab using whatever means necessary including coercion, bribery, threats and on very useful scalpel. Cross Country practice always ending in chocolate milk. Mr. MHS. College Writing. Much Ado etc

As I think back over my growing up years, I remember many moments far too numerous to mention here. What a blessing it has been to know the people I have, to be related to the people I am, and to have enjoyed the time in the ways I have. As I clean off my bed and pack things away, I will fondly think on these times and these relationships. They are the foundation upon which my future will rest. They are the stuff of reminiscence, of memory. Sometimes painful, often joyful, these last 18 years have shaped my character and my being. Cheers to the noble past; here’s to the future, may it too be the stuff of sublime memory.

August 23, 2010

A truth universally acknowledged; or, a couple brief explanations

Filed under: Uncategorized — mboesl @ 4:09 am

The opening lines of a book can speak volumes about the content to come, setting the reader up for boredom and apathy or enthusiasm and vivid interest. Dickens famously begins The Tale of Two Cities with “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.” Beginnings can be simple, such as Beatrix Potter, “Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were – Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.” Similarly, C.S. Lewis: “Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy.” Flannery O’Connor begins her classic story “A Good Man is Hard to Find” with the following: “The grandmother didn’t want to go to Florida.” The Bible opens in Genesis with the awe-inspiring “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth,” the phrase that sets up the sovereign control enacted through the rest of the scriptures. And, of course, the perfectly charming few words with which Jane Austen began her masterpiece, Pride and Prejudice, “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little know the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering the neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered rightful property for some one or other of their daughters.”

This is a Blog about new beginnings, or at least that is the way it will start, I suppose. Perhaps in some future time period, it will become about something else, such as old beginnings, and eventually endings. But for now, it is about beginnings, most specifically, as I embark upon a journey to, well, college. Due to popular demand, well, maybe just a few pushy cousins, I have acquiesced to begin a blog detailing some of these experiences.

Another order of business deals with the title. While I adore Jane Austin, the phrase “A truth universally acknowledged” strikes a deeper chord in me. Jesus says he is the “way and the truth and the life” and that it is the Truth that will set us free. It my desire, at least, that through my life and the lives of other Christians, that Truth, in the person of Jesus Christ, becomes universally acknowledged. While the odds may seem daunting, and the darkness great, we know that, ultimately “every knee shall bow, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.” What an incredible hope we have.

A couple more brief particulars, and then I shall conclude this post. I shall strive my hardest to be consistent at posting something, even if it results in brevity. Secondly, I would love to hear from you all via comments. It would warm my heart to hear from you all throughout the year.

Perhaps, if all this comes to pass, another famous first line may very well become true. The prince opens Shakespeare’s Love’s Labors Lost with the following words; I deem it a good way to end my pitiful dissertation:

“Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register’d upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe’s keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity.”

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