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July 27, 1914: Kafka struggles to eat a peach
Ate rice à la Trautmannsdorf and a peach. A man drinking wine watched my attempts to cut the unripe little peach with my knife. I couldn’t. Stricken with shame under the old man’s eyes, I let the peach go completely and ten times leafed through Die Fliegenden Blätter. I waited to see if he wouldn’t at last turn away. Finally I collected all my strength and in defiance of him bit into the completely juiceless and expensive peach.
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“We must lay before Him what is in us, not what ought to be in us.”
— C.S. Lewis (via castyournetsintothedeep)
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I wonder how they could yell Barabbas instead of Jesus. I wonder how they sang “Hosanna” and days later, “Crucify him.” I wonder how Pontius could wash his hands of it, as though a dirty conscience could be so easily cleaned. But – I am Barabbas, sinner set free. I yell “Crucify him” as I sing praises with ease. I am Pontius, who turned a blind eye to glory. And yet, so Christ still died for me. Still he died, where I should be, a perfect love on that tree. — J.S.
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“But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”-2 Corinthians 12:9
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