So Christmas is practically here. I think this year is the most unusual for me. I'm a college student again, and still at home, but so much more involved with things outside of the house. I've practically been adopted by the Capps, and Haley finally likes me enough to let me pick her up (which makes me feel so much better)
I got to thinking about how much it would be impossible to go through life without them from this point. It's kinda like chai. It's just that good.
This time of year tends to have a lot of depression. After Christmas, life is forced back to the same old mundane, hopeless shuffle to pay bills and be HAPPY. Its always too freakin cold and never snows and never enough hours in the day and never enough hours at the job. Taxes. Gah.. It's like life took a second glance at that hot chick passing by and when it faced forward again ran into a pole and fell into a manhole and had to take the sewer home.
Lets not have that happen this year. I want to keep up some hope and faith through these dreary, bleak months. It's not the condition you find yourself in, but the condition you bring to your environment. Make it a point to smile, and not complain (just suck it in and deal; we all have problems and get through them)
As Relient K sings in their song, "Christmas makes way for spring" -Boxing Day
[listen to "Glass of Water" by Coldplay today]
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I made a deal with God / Therapy
It's been 1/3 of a year since I've written anything. I thought of it as a break, maybe a recuperation period. And I also thought of it as a fearful time, uncertain that I had value or validity. I'm sticking with the first one, and I made a deal with God that I would write this for today.
Let me start by saying Happy Birthday to my sister, Sarah. I love you :)
One of the least-liked tasks at my house is clearing the yard of the leaves during the fall. This year, as I was taking classes for college and running the Center a lot and being a lazy bum who never went home before 10pm, mom did most of the leaf removal. At one point, she actually hurt herself and couldn't do it anymore. So I thought, "Oh, no big deal, it's not like there's much of the year left" and planned to keep up with them. Somehow that didn't happen (haha, yeah..). This past week there was a lot of precipitation, and thus the leaves HAD to go. I somewhat dreaded the task, mostly cause I didn't have much time for it. My schedule opened up suddenly and I had a whole morning to work on it. And I did. In those moments, where I'm working on the yard or home projects, I get to think a lot and feel a lot. I listen to music. I get lost in another world and the time just flies by. Before I know it, I'm done with my job.
I want to touch on this bit about music. "This is just therapy.. let's call it was it is.. and that makes God the only one who's left here listening." Those are the words to Relient K's "Therapy" - one of the many tracks to come across my ears during this crisp morning leaf extraction. What it really comes down to is the heaviness. I crave something heavy and manly. I want to have a goal, something to live for, and fight to win. The next song, "Storm the Gates of Hell" by Demon Hunter is one of those songs that just make you want to kick some ass. "Raise the lifeless, Dies to fight this, Stand beside me, Storm the gates of hell"
I encourage you to find your therapy. A lot of people get paid to tell you what to do for therapy, and most of the time it's just doing something you would normally not want to do (but really need to do).
On another note, I really love chai. I finally got an Oregon Chai shirt to match my hat. If you drank one cup of chai every day, you would be a happier person.
kthnxbye
Let me start by saying Happy Birthday to my sister, Sarah. I love you :)
One of the least-liked tasks at my house is clearing the yard of the leaves during the fall. This year, as I was taking classes for college and running the Center a lot and being a lazy bum who never went home before 10pm, mom did most of the leaf removal. At one point, she actually hurt herself and couldn't do it anymore. So I thought, "Oh, no big deal, it's not like there's much of the year left" and planned to keep up with them. Somehow that didn't happen (haha, yeah..). This past week there was a lot of precipitation, and thus the leaves HAD to go. I somewhat dreaded the task, mostly cause I didn't have much time for it. My schedule opened up suddenly and I had a whole morning to work on it. And I did. In those moments, where I'm working on the yard or home projects, I get to think a lot and feel a lot. I listen to music. I get lost in another world and the time just flies by. Before I know it, I'm done with my job.
I want to touch on this bit about music. "This is just therapy.. let's call it was it is.. and that makes God the only one who's left here listening." Those are the words to Relient K's "Therapy" - one of the many tracks to come across my ears during this crisp morning leaf extraction. What it really comes down to is the heaviness. I crave something heavy and manly. I want to have a goal, something to live for, and fight to win. The next song, "Storm the Gates of Hell" by Demon Hunter is one of those songs that just make you want to kick some ass. "Raise the lifeless, Dies to fight this, Stand beside me, Storm the gates of hell"
I encourage you to find your therapy. A lot of people get paid to tell you what to do for therapy, and most of the time it's just doing something you would normally not want to do (but really need to do).
On another note, I really love chai. I finally got an Oregon Chai shirt to match my hat. If you drank one cup of chai every day, you would be a happier person.
kthnxbye
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
In Pieces
Too often we associate or down-play/down-grade love to something less than it's full potential. For example, "I love tacos!" is not equivalent to "I love you, baby!" yet we use the same word. Obviously we understand that the meaning of the phrases aren't comparably similar (and as for the same word, lots of words share spelling and pronunciation but have various meanings which can be derived in the context of the sentence, so that's understood as well), it is implied, though, that 'love' is the height of pleasure, joy, etc..
My beef is that we use it too much. Lets get frugal for about 30 seconds and make up something else. Most people who truely love something more than other things (collectively, their 'love' [reminds me of 'my precious'])devote more time to those, and that is where we get art about or for said 'love', and songs or poetry are written. You rarely hear songs about how much someone is infatuated with a taco unless it's a parody.
But let's push past that. making exceptions for the use of the word 'love' is like making an exception of what you love the most. If you say to your spouse, "I love you!" and then to another woman, "I love you!" you will come away with some confusion and possibly a highly angry spouse. How then does that compare to anything else?
The point behind this is to tighten up on the American slack. We make short-cuts for everything, and defining the things we highly enjoy or like exuberantly is one of those short-cuts. Our language is losing it's value.
______
When I say the word 'love' I (and possibly you) think of the color red, maybe flowers, heart shapes, someone special, romance, etc.. While all of those can remain true (it gives me those thoughts, so thats proof enough that they are all valid expressions) 'love' is still so much more. We are all aware of the 'love' chapter ("Love is patient, love is kind..") and the idea of ultimate sacrifice (Jesus or anyone giving their life for someone else to benefit, in love of course [see, "there is no greater love than for a man to lay down his life for another"])
The element we tend to miss (and sometimes, in church, find inappropriate) is the helping side. What I mean by inappropriate is a little reversed from the definition; let me explain the way it (helping love) should be, then come back.
The honest care for someone's life so much that you make every effort to assure they don't hurt themselves; and when they do hurt themselves, make every effort to help them heal. That is helping love.
More specifically on that: This includes the attitude of love that doesn't lavish with gifts 24/7: this attitude restricts and prevents in the name of love.
I can already see examples of both sides taking that statement too far.
Know this: God likes balance. Both attitudes of love must be exemplified.
Back to the inappropriate thing: this would be things like spreading info (particularly reputation-damaging info) around in order to "guilt" someone out of their sins. This is WRONG. And it's found most, where? In the church.
"Oh, we all need some understanding; we all need love.
..and every time you love, let it lift someone else up.
If somebody tries to burn you, give them your hand and turn and pick him up when he's all alone. And if you find yourself getting frustrated, try not to get too jaded..
So have some faith, you say? And hope will find it's way? .. It seems to me, the greatest of these is love. But it's so hard to love.. "
I was talking with Sarah on the way to the Mae concert (which was pretty good. I happen to highly enjoy Mae at just about every moment of the day) about life. Her's, particularly. She expressed her awkward feelings on current life situations. This really sent me into a thought frenzy. I'll try to recapture (and possibly shorten) my response to her.
It's not up to God or Chance to decide your life path. Obviously God, Chance and Satan have plans for your life already, but it is ultimately up to you. God has the best plan created: He knows every perfect route to take at every moment (Bible time? Jer 29:11 I think.. "I know the plans I have for you... plans to prosper").
Let's zip out of what we know, and start with the freshness of.. existence. Our role as humans is not to let the world happen around us: Evil/negative forces are set on auto-pilot, so we're guaranteed bad stuff happening on its own; but positive forces are up to us (dun dun: not on auto-pilot). It's pretty unfair, I know. Leave the world alone and it will die.
Our role is comparable to the role of an ambassador. Ambassadors go from a 'base' to a 'foreign territory' armed with the power and complete understanding of the [desires] of the 'base'. The Ambassador must be on constant update/communication with the 'base' as to know what to do in every situation in the 'foreign territory'. And then HE DOES IT.
Now our part's analogy: We are the ambassador. The world (all the peoples) are the 'foreign territory' and the Kingdom of God is our 'base'. Yeah, it sounds weird and probably not original, but follow me.
Goal 1: get to 'foreign territory'
Goal 2: understand the [desires] of the 'base'
Goal 3: act on the [desires] of the 'base'
How are we doing?
The world hurts. God's plan is to fix that hurt, using us. We HAVE to learn His mind so we can act on it (remember, He knows every best move)
So what of these [desires] of Chance and Satan? We are NOT here to just let them happen and sit idle: We are to overcome. Be more than conquerors.
Don't wilt, waiting for the future. You are the future. You have the dreams.
I'll finish with this AWESOME quote from the Message
My beef is that we use it too much. Lets get frugal for about 30 seconds and make up something else. Most people who truely love something more than other things (collectively, their 'love' [reminds me of 'my precious'])devote more time to those, and that is where we get art about or for said 'love', and songs or poetry are written. You rarely hear songs about how much someone is infatuated with a taco unless it's a parody.
But let's push past that. making exceptions for the use of the word 'love' is like making an exception of what you love the most. If you say to your spouse, "I love you!" and then to another woman, "I love you!" you will come away with some confusion and possibly a highly angry spouse. How then does that compare to anything else?
The point behind this is to tighten up on the American slack. We make short-cuts for everything, and defining the things we highly enjoy or like exuberantly is one of those short-cuts. Our language is losing it's value.
______
When I say the word 'love' I (and possibly you) think of the color red, maybe flowers, heart shapes, someone special, romance, etc.. While all of those can remain true (it gives me those thoughts, so thats proof enough that they are all valid expressions) 'love' is still so much more. We are all aware of the 'love' chapter ("Love is patient, love is kind..") and the idea of ultimate sacrifice (Jesus or anyone giving their life for someone else to benefit, in love of course [see, "there is no greater love than for a man to lay down his life for another"])
The element we tend to miss (and sometimes, in church, find inappropriate) is the helping side. What I mean by inappropriate is a little reversed from the definition; let me explain the way it (helping love) should be, then come back.
The honest care for someone's life so much that you make every effort to assure they don't hurt themselves; and when they do hurt themselves, make every effort to help them heal. That is helping love.
More specifically on that: This includes the attitude of love that doesn't lavish with gifts 24/7: this attitude restricts and prevents in the name of love.
I can already see examples of both sides taking that statement too far.
Know this: God likes balance. Both attitudes of love must be exemplified.
Back to the inappropriate thing: this would be things like spreading info (particularly reputation-damaging info) around in order to "guilt" someone out of their sins. This is WRONG. And it's found most, where? In the church.
"Oh, we all need some understanding; we all need love.
..and every time you love, let it lift someone else up.
If somebody tries to burn you, give them your hand and turn and pick him up when he's all alone. And if you find yourself getting frustrated, try not to get too jaded..
So have some faith, you say? And hope will find it's way? .. It seems to me, the greatest of these is love. But it's so hard to love.. "
I was talking with Sarah on the way to the Mae concert (which was pretty good. I happen to highly enjoy Mae at just about every moment of the day) about life. Her's, particularly. She expressed her awkward feelings on current life situations. This really sent me into a thought frenzy. I'll try to recapture (and possibly shorten) my response to her.
It's not up to God or Chance to decide your life path. Obviously God, Chance and Satan have plans for your life already, but it is ultimately up to you. God has the best plan created: He knows every perfect route to take at every moment (Bible time? Jer 29:11 I think.. "I know the plans I have for you... plans to prosper").
Let's zip out of what we know, and start with the freshness of.. existence. Our role as humans is not to let the world happen around us: Evil/negative forces are set on auto-pilot, so we're guaranteed bad stuff happening on its own; but positive forces are up to us (dun dun: not on auto-pilot). It's pretty unfair, I know. Leave the world alone and it will die.
Our role is comparable to the role of an ambassador. Ambassadors go from a 'base' to a 'foreign territory' armed with the power and complete understanding of the [desires] of the 'base'. The Ambassador must be on constant update/communication with the 'base' as to know what to do in every situation in the 'foreign territory'. And then HE DOES IT.
Now our part's analogy: We are the ambassador. The world (all the peoples) are the 'foreign territory' and the Kingdom of God is our 'base'. Yeah, it sounds weird and probably not original, but follow me.
Goal 1: get to 'foreign territory'
Goal 2: understand the [desires] of the 'base'
Goal 3: act on the [desires] of the 'base'
How are we doing?
The world hurts. God's plan is to fix that hurt, using us. We HAVE to learn His mind so we can act on it (remember, He knows every best move)
So what of these [desires] of Chance and Satan? We are NOT here to just let them happen and sit idle: We are to overcome. Be more than conquerors.
Don't wilt, waiting for the future. You are the future. You have the dreams.
I'll finish with this AWESOME quote from the Message
31-39 So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn't hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn't gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God's chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ's love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture:
They kill us in cold blood because they hate you.
We're sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.
None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I'm absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Avoid the Noid
Someone thought it impertinent to scratch out 'flu' and write 'noid' on all the "Avoid the Flu _ Wash Your Hands" signs at school. I think it's absolutely hilarious (and heck, everyone remembers what the sign says, so a good advertisement, too)
Yesterday was a slow day at the Center, but quite funny, still. There are two young girls that came in (and are actually currently here again) that talked quite loudly to Mary about all the new stuff in celebrity gossip. One lady left shortly after and said, "The good thing about coming here today is that I'm caught up on all the latest info."
I'm glad we can facilitate.
Ever since Della or Jason introduced me to chai (I'm pretty sure it was Jason: at the center, he made me a chai latte and I can recall making notes on how it stunk but tasted REALLY good) I have been pretty much in love with it. I like it very strong: very spicy. I like it iced or hot or blended (like Starbucks' chai frappuccino)
I'm even drinking one right now.
I can assert that God invented chai, as he did pizza, chocolate, cheese, baked chicken, coffee, black beans and rice, rice pilaf, and the super burrito from La Hacienda.
God is good.
Yesterday was a slow day at the Center, but quite funny, still. There are two young girls that came in (and are actually currently here again) that talked quite loudly to Mary about all the new stuff in celebrity gossip. One lady left shortly after and said, "The good thing about coming here today is that I'm caught up on all the latest info."
I'm glad we can facilitate.
Ever since Della or Jason introduced me to chai (I'm pretty sure it was Jason: at the center, he made me a chai latte and I can recall making notes on how it stunk but tasted REALLY good) I have been pretty much in love with it. I like it very strong: very spicy. I like it iced or hot or blended (like Starbucks' chai frappuccino)
I'm even drinking one right now.
I can assert that God invented chai, as he did pizza, chocolate, cheese, baked chicken, coffee, black beans and rice, rice pilaf, and the super burrito from La Hacienda.
God is good.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
On Top
I name most of my blogs after song titles. I don't think the content of the song and blog match, but the titles are somewhat helpful and generally I'll quote from the song. We'll see here.
Been thinking a lot about.. everything, really. I don't want to sound like a broken record by writing yet another blog about destiny, so I'll shake it up a bit.
Let's talk about coffee. And alcohol.
I think I've heard that it's not possible to purge oneself of insobriety by consuming coffee. I don't know how true that is. I only know that coffee makes me happy.
So I watched, "The Queen" (2006 Miramax) last night [which made for a late nate, considering a 9:30 ferry and work at 9am] and then talked with Mary today at the Center about the real Queen of England and her possible response to the movie's portrayal of her. An interview of the actress who played the Queen (Helen Mirren) on NPR had her answering what she thought the Queen would say. Mirren actually went through a lot of preperation to understand how the Queen acts, etc.. in order to play the part, so her response was based on the understanding she had devoloped over the course of filming. She presumed that the Queen would inevitably succumb to curiosity and watch the movie, and if asked for her oppinion would probably say something like, "Well, that could have been worse. Hand me another gin and tonic."
Just a little funny for you.
So back to the coffee.
I worked the Center this morning. A rather slow day though. Good ol' Pat came for some (typical) unusual request..
[some back story: he used to get a 12oz doubleshot extra extra dry cappuccino. That was easy enough (right..) but then he went to Europe and fell in love with authentic European espresso. So on his return, every drink was a little different, starting with the Macchiatto, then some variation of the Macchiatto, then on to some other drink I can't remember, and now to this:]
..for a doubleshot with steamed heavy cream. It's actually not bad tasting. Della and I made one when he left.
"I'd say I'm the luckiest one you know."
Theres my quote for the song. /laughs
I'm currently waiting on a video to finish rendering. Super Christian Fighting Team. I'll be uploading it to Facebook soon as I get it small enough..
It's a funny video :) Go watch it
Been thinking a lot about.. everything, really. I don't want to sound like a broken record by writing yet another blog about destiny, so I'll shake it up a bit.
Let's talk about coffee. And alcohol.
I think I've heard that it's not possible to purge oneself of insobriety by consuming coffee. I don't know how true that is. I only know that coffee makes me happy.
So I watched, "The Queen" (2006 Miramax) last night [which made for a late nate, considering a 9:30 ferry and work at 9am] and then talked with Mary today at the Center about the real Queen of England and her possible response to the movie's portrayal of her. An interview of the actress who played the Queen (Helen Mirren) on NPR had her answering what she thought the Queen would say. Mirren actually went through a lot of preperation to understand how the Queen acts, etc.. in order to play the part, so her response was based on the understanding she had devoloped over the course of filming. She presumed that the Queen would inevitably succumb to curiosity and watch the movie, and if asked for her oppinion would probably say something like, "Well, that could have been worse. Hand me another gin and tonic."
Just a little funny for you.
So back to the coffee.
I worked the Center this morning. A rather slow day though. Good ol' Pat came for some (typical) unusual request..
[some back story: he used to get a 12oz doubleshot extra extra dry cappuccino. That was easy enough (right..) but then he went to Europe and fell in love with authentic European espresso. So on his return, every drink was a little different, starting with the Macchiatto, then some variation of the Macchiatto, then on to some other drink I can't remember, and now to this:]
..for a doubleshot with steamed heavy cream. It's actually not bad tasting. Della and I made one when he left.
"I'd say I'm the luckiest one you know."
Theres my quote for the song. /laughs
I'm currently waiting on a video to finish rendering. Super Christian Fighting Team. I'll be uploading it to Facebook soon as I get it small enough..
It's a funny video :) Go watch it
Thursday, September 10, 2009
_short post_ Up and Up
Lately it seems I've felt a need to focus on trusting God / having faith in God's power. It seems lately like so many people are complaining about something; more like worrying about something that is coming in the near future. I myself am not entirely worry-free. But like I said yesterday, "It's not what you think, it's what you say. 'There is the power of life and death in the tongue'. Speak positively" and the positive will become what you think. (I'm pretty sure that's a Mark B. kind of quote) As you do, you become.
That's as you do, you become.
Do negative, become negative.
Do positive, become positive.
Let's take a look at our self-image. If you are a human, then gratz, cause you've been made in the image of God: which is perfect.
If you don't feel adequate, start worshiping God.
Quit talking about bad things.
Quit complaining.
Start speaking positivity.
That's as you do, you become.
Do negative, become negative.
Do positive, become positive.
Let's take a look at our self-image. If you are a human, then gratz, cause you've been made in the image of God: which is perfect.
If you don't feel adequate, start worshiping God.
Quit talking about bad things.
Quit complaining.
Start speaking positivity.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
_short post_ Trapeze
I'll precede this with a note on twisting words:
It may sound as if I'm saying to be completely unsafe and do whatever you want. Thats not what I mean. The purpose here is to rid you of the excuse to be stagnant and non-prosperous. It's time to do something. Make a move.
If you've ever done circus work, more specifically swinging from a bar suspended very high or tight rope walking, you know all about some safety nets. Safety nets are your friend. They keep you from plunging rather quickly to a painful sudden stop.
If you've ever done anything in life, you probably didn't notice how to tended to adhere to the safe side of things: if you are shy, you don't sign up for public appearances and learn to slip through crowds unnoticed; if you are driving you always stay under the speed limit; if you work in a kitchen, you know where hot stuff is and keep your distance as to not burn yourself.
Something in our bodies deals with self-preservation (might watch M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening") - and who's to say it's not a bad thing? I mean, God didn't put us here to do stupid stuff so we kill ourselves off.
My beef comes when we don't do anything: I mean that -- ANYTHING -- because it might not be safe.
I highly encourage you to be adventurous. Take risks (This kinda goes with my last post on fear)
Trusting God happens one way: when you encounter a point when YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO TRUST HIM. It's like that whole thing on "if you pray for patience, God will give you opportunities to be patient: for practice". If you want to trust God more, then get to places (or allow yourself to be placed) where you must trust that God is the only thing that can get you through.
Let this be uplifting to you. Don't make your own safety net before doing something exciting: trust God.
It may sound as if I'm saying to be completely unsafe and do whatever you want. Thats not what I mean. The purpose here is to rid you of the excuse to be stagnant and non-prosperous. It's time to do something. Make a move.
If you've ever done circus work, more specifically swinging from a bar suspended very high or tight rope walking, you know all about some safety nets. Safety nets are your friend. They keep you from plunging rather quickly to a painful sudden stop.
If you've ever done anything in life, you probably didn't notice how to tended to adhere to the safe side of things: if you are shy, you don't sign up for public appearances and learn to slip through crowds unnoticed; if you are driving you always stay under the speed limit; if you work in a kitchen, you know where hot stuff is and keep your distance as to not burn yourself.
Something in our bodies deals with self-preservation (might watch M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening") - and who's to say it's not a bad thing? I mean, God didn't put us here to do stupid stuff so we kill ourselves off.
My beef comes when we don't do anything: I mean that -- ANYTHING -- because it might not be safe.
I highly encourage you to be adventurous. Take risks (This kinda goes with my last post on fear)
Trusting God happens one way: when you encounter a point when YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO TRUST HIM. It's like that whole thing on "if you pray for patience, God will give you opportunities to be patient: for practice". If you want to trust God more, then get to places (or allow yourself to be placed) where you must trust that God is the only thing that can get you through.
Let this be uplifting to you. Don't make your own safety net before doing something exciting: trust God.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
_short post_ Nothing to Fear
As always, I've been thinking. Over the past few months I've been going over 'fear' and it's purposes. I've pretty much come to the understanding that there's nothing to fear: yeah, it's kinda redundant from the Bible, but seriously.
Think of something you would be afraid of. Now we'll come to the understanding of WHY you shouldn't worry about that.
What's the worst thing that could happen to you? I seriously want to know. Some would say to die, others might say to live severely injured. What is the worst thing that could happen?
America might not be the country that supports freedoms to being a follower of Christ in the future. Does that make you afraid or get you excited?
It gets me excited.
I can't remember where the quote is, but something like, "If God's eye is watching out for little birds, why would you doubt that He would watch out for you, too?"
I would suggest living a little less tied to the things you have. Live with less hold on your life. Everything within you should live to glorify your king; so whatever happens to you would only be in service to your king, also. What an honor! Imagine being killed because you have such a love for God and others that people can't stand it.
It may be mostly related to life and death, but let it trickle down through every aspect of your life: there is nothing to fear!
Think of something you would be afraid of. Now we'll come to the understanding of WHY you shouldn't worry about that.
What's the worst thing that could happen to you? I seriously want to know. Some would say to die, others might say to live severely injured. What is the worst thing that could happen?
America might not be the country that supports freedoms to being a follower of Christ in the future. Does that make you afraid or get you excited?
It gets me excited.
I can't remember where the quote is, but something like, "If God's eye is watching out for little birds, why would you doubt that He would watch out for you, too?"
I would suggest living a little less tied to the things you have. Live with less hold on your life. Everything within you should live to glorify your king; so whatever happens to you would only be in service to your king, also. What an honor! Imagine being killed because you have such a love for God and others that people can't stand it.
It may be mostly related to life and death, but let it trickle down through every aspect of your life: there is nothing to fear!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Talking about the m-word
Yup. Ministry.
Just abandon all your ideas and what-nots.
Start thinking fresh from this post, cause it's really hard to convey an idea when you think you know where I'm going but really you don't...
..well maybe you do, but still just start with a clean thought pattern.
This Sunday was the conclusion of the 'Ministering' series (I actually didn't notice that it was a series until Jason said, "This is the last part of the series" and I was like, "Oh.. I didn't know that") that we've been going through at New Harvest.
So just a quick catch-up, then
1) Ministering to the Lord
2) Ministering to the people in the church
3) Ministering to the community
A very big point in this whole thing is not to think of your personal ministry as limited to one of those: you need to have all of them functioning at some capacity.
In the book of Luke, more specifically Luke 10:25-..? is a story about a man asking Jesus whats the most important law, or something like that. Jesus asks the man what the scriptures say, and he says, "Love God with [everything] and love your neighbor as you love yourself." There again we see that it isn't a matter of 'serving' or 'ministering to' God OR church-folk OR the community: we are to love everyone in balance.
The rest of that chapter in Luke is a 'parable' (or cryptic analogy-based story with a moral) about a man getting all kinds of beat up and being left for dead. Several people pass by him and no one helps him out, until this one guy comes along and takes him to the nearby hotel. This man, the Samaritan, actually carries this beat up dude to town, pays for his stay and medical bills, and then promises to pay any other bills that might be accrued. And at the end of this story Jesus asks the man "who is the neighbor in this story" - the 'importantest law' man says, 'the man who took care of him' - and Jesus pretty much says, "yeah, so now it's your turn to do the same"
Who is your neighbor? Anyone you encounter.
You are responsible for your neighbor, and your responsibility expands with exposure (to more neighbors)
Jason then showed several pictures of people from our community (and one that we support through World Vision, Kalasinga in Tanzania) and introduced us, also giving some back story into their lives. He explained how we might have not known them, or maybe not even have seen them before, but we now know of them, and that they are our responsibility in times of need.
Loving God doesn't matter if it doesn't overflow to loving others
We've been talking about the Kingdom of God for quite a while now (and hopefully it will become part of daily conversation). We realized that the Kingdom of God is here and now, and that Jesus wasn't explaining how the earth sucks now and when we finally go to Heaven we'll all be happy. Sure theres not gonna be any bad stuff in Heaven, but the point isn't Heaven, it's the Kingdom of God, and all those examples that Jesus gave were meant to be used NOW, not in the future.
Heres a hard part
Matt 25:14-..I think the end of the chapter
It's another parable, this time about 'talents' (apparently a talent was worth more than a thousand bucks). So theres this land owner, and he has several servants whom he gives different amounts of talents to while he goes on vacation. 5, 2 and 1, respectively. When the land owner comes back, the servants present his monies. The one that was given 5 talents made a profit and had 10 at the end. The one that got 2 also made a profit (of 2) and had 4 to give back. The guy that only got 1 talent, though, thought it best to bury it in the ground so no harm would come to it. And the land owner comes down pretty harsh on him about it. It goes like this,
The part thats hard is relating it to our stuff. First, material things we have. Second, physical and mental abilities that we have. Are they used? Or are they kept clean and safe, waiting to be returned later?
God is looking for a good investment. We may say, "Pay off our building, God, please!" - but is it a worthy investment?
The part about making it personal is this:
What can use, that I already have, for God's purpose?
Just abandon all your ideas and what-nots.
Start thinking fresh from this post, cause it's really hard to convey an idea when you think you know where I'm going but really you don't...
..well maybe you do, but still just start with a clean thought pattern.
This Sunday was the conclusion of the 'Ministering' series (I actually didn't notice that it was a series until Jason said, "This is the last part of the series" and I was like, "Oh.. I didn't know that") that we've been going through at New Harvest.
So just a quick catch-up, then
1) Ministering to the Lord
2) Ministering to the people in the church
3) Ministering to the community
A very big point in this whole thing is not to think of your personal ministry as limited to one of those: you need to have all of them functioning at some capacity.
In the book of Luke, more specifically Luke 10:25-..? is a story about a man asking Jesus whats the most important law, or something like that. Jesus asks the man what the scriptures say, and he says, "Love God with [everything] and love your neighbor as you love yourself." There again we see that it isn't a matter of 'serving' or 'ministering to' God OR church-folk OR the community: we are to love everyone in balance.
The rest of that chapter in Luke is a 'parable' (or cryptic analogy-based story with a moral) about a man getting all kinds of beat up and being left for dead. Several people pass by him and no one helps him out, until this one guy comes along and takes him to the nearby hotel. This man, the Samaritan, actually carries this beat up dude to town, pays for his stay and medical bills, and then promises to pay any other bills that might be accrued. And at the end of this story Jesus asks the man "who is the neighbor in this story" - the 'importantest law' man says, 'the man who took care of him' - and Jesus pretty much says, "yeah, so now it's your turn to do the same"
Who is your neighbor? Anyone you encounter.
You are responsible for your neighbor, and your responsibility expands with exposure (to more neighbors)
Jason then showed several pictures of people from our community (and one that we support through World Vision, Kalasinga in Tanzania) and introduced us, also giving some back story into their lives. He explained how we might have not known them, or maybe not even have seen them before, but we now know of them, and that they are our responsibility in times of need.
Loving God doesn't matter if it doesn't overflow to loving others
We've been talking about the Kingdom of God for quite a while now (and hopefully it will become part of daily conversation). We realized that the Kingdom of God is here and now, and that Jesus wasn't explaining how the earth sucks now and when we finally go to Heaven we'll all be happy. Sure theres not gonna be any bad stuff in Heaven, but the point isn't Heaven, it's the Kingdom of God, and all those examples that Jesus gave were meant to be used NOW, not in the future.
Heres a hard part
Matt 25:14-..I think the end of the chapter
It's another parable, this time about 'talents' (apparently a talent was worth more than a thousand bucks). So theres this land owner, and he has several servants whom he gives different amounts of talents to while he goes on vacation. 5, 2 and 1, respectively. When the land owner comes back, the servants present his monies. The one that was given 5 talents made a profit and had 10 at the end. The one that got 2 also made a profit (of 2) and had 4 to give back. The guy that only got 1 talent, though, thought it best to bury it in the ground so no harm would come to it. And the land owner comes down pretty harsh on him about it. It goes like this,
26-27"The master was furious. 'That's a terrible way to live! It's criminal to live cautiously like that! If you knew I was after the best, why did you do less than the least? The least you could have done would have been to invest the sum with the bankers, where at least I would have gotten a little interest.
28-30"'Take the thousand and give it to the one who risked the most. And get rid of this "play-it-safe" who won't go out on a limb. Throw him out into utter darkness.' (taken from 'the Message')
The part thats hard is relating it to our stuff. First, material things we have. Second, physical and mental abilities that we have. Are they used? Or are they kept clean and safe, waiting to be returned later?
God is looking for a good investment. We may say, "Pay off our building, God, please!" - but is it a worthy investment?
The part about making it personal is this:
What can use, that I already have, for God's purpose?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
It's not about 'me'
Seems the time of the year has come again where I am required to attend school. I have actually applied more than two days before classes start this year (I'm doing good). Taking algebra and 'college success'.
I always feel bad for not taking a full load, but at the same time I don't think I would be able to (for one I don't have the money and for two [kinda still part of one] I need to work for extra expenses during the year) I'm pretty sure college is designed to make you owe money. You're somehow forced into a college experience so that you'll be able to get a good job, but you are left with a huge debt that you'll get a job to pay off so that you'll be like the rest of the system. Seriously, I understand that you need money (in this modern world) to survive.
I just have this chill in my spine when I think of things like that.. Theres so much confusion when thinking about how Jesus lived in His time and how things happened in His life to shape those around Him. Obviously we aren't there, instead we are here and thus given our own chance at making things right on our time. (I recall a part of the Bible that mentions not owing anyone anything)
In short, I don't agree. Or at least don't think it should have to be that way.
If the whole purpose to living is to pay to keep living, then why don't we all just die and save everyone the effort? I mean, we have people that have debts that were received in order to pay off other debts that would later be established in order to make it possible to 'live'. I suppose the only dynamic in the equation is 'what level of luxury are you willing to extend your debts for?'
Why is it so strange to consider living in a home with more than just your immediate family? I've been talking with Sarah about how much money we'd save if we all joined together.. Look at the price for rent when it's split between three or four people. There are some other things that combine to make things easier. Work around the house is split. You'd also never get lonely. The money saved on rent can pay off other stuff faster. Now look at that same scenario split among eight or more people/families.
If you are already thinking of ways you are going to get ripped off by the other tenants, then you need a mental refreshing. If you are a Christian, then all of your stuff shouldn't mean that much to you in the first place.
I've also been taking life a little less.. fearfully? single-routed? I'm not sure really how to describe it. The idea that if something bad happens then it's part of a plan for life thats bigger than myself. I think thats kinda the point.. it's not about 'me'.
I always feel bad for not taking a full load, but at the same time I don't think I would be able to (for one I don't have the money and for two [kinda still part of one] I need to work for extra expenses during the year) I'm pretty sure college is designed to make you owe money. You're somehow forced into a college experience so that you'll be able to get a good job, but you are left with a huge debt that you'll get a job to pay off so that you'll be like the rest of the system. Seriously, I understand that you need money (in this modern world) to survive.
I just have this chill in my spine when I think of things like that.. Theres so much confusion when thinking about how Jesus lived in His time and how things happened in His life to shape those around Him. Obviously we aren't there, instead we are here and thus given our own chance at making things right on our time. (I recall a part of the Bible that mentions not owing anyone anything)
In short, I don't agree. Or at least don't think it should have to be that way.
If the whole purpose to living is to pay to keep living, then why don't we all just die and save everyone the effort? I mean, we have people that have debts that were received in order to pay off other debts that would later be established in order to make it possible to 'live'. I suppose the only dynamic in the equation is 'what level of luxury are you willing to extend your debts for?'
Why is it so strange to consider living in a home with more than just your immediate family? I've been talking with Sarah about how much money we'd save if we all joined together.. Look at the price for rent when it's split between three or four people. There are some other things that combine to make things easier. Work around the house is split. You'd also never get lonely. The money saved on rent can pay off other stuff faster. Now look at that same scenario split among eight or more people/families.
If you are already thinking of ways you are going to get ripped off by the other tenants, then you need a mental refreshing. If you are a Christian, then all of your stuff shouldn't mean that much to you in the first place.
I've also been taking life a little less.. fearfully? single-routed? I'm not sure really how to describe it. The idea that if something bad happens then it's part of a plan for life thats bigger than myself. I think thats kinda the point.. it's not about 'me'.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Family (We All Need Love)
So I find it important these days to work on family relationships. I find it amazing how in just the little town of Surry we have a group of teens and their siblings that range from 20's to months-old, and every one of them gets along. At any one given time we can pull together an impromptu party or sports night. The element of family can not be stressed enough these days.
My family is up from Florida this week. We've been going over all the things they have in Florida that aren't here and they miss (mostly just a city vs country battle, but also some things literally confined to southern states - that does not include sweet tea) as well as what things are in Virginia that we just shrug off as "yeah, duh, they're here" and my cousins all find it amazing. Things like ground hogs, deer, possum, raccoon, and fire flies. Wow.
The important thing is that for the past few days, I've been interacting with people that are like me by blood, and we all naturally care for each other. No plans, just spending time together. Why is it that time with others is so amazing?
The bonds you make with people are worth more than anything.
I've learned to take more risks as well. Talking here about risks with relationships and expressions of love. Someone said that loving isn't risk free and in order to enjoy it to its fullest one must make himself vulnerable. That is something I highly encourage.
I'll end with a quote I like from C. S. Lewis,
My family is up from Florida this week. We've been going over all the things they have in Florida that aren't here and they miss (mostly just a city vs country battle, but also some things literally confined to southern states - that does not include sweet tea) as well as what things are in Virginia that we just shrug off as "yeah, duh, they're here" and my cousins all find it amazing. Things like ground hogs, deer, possum, raccoon, and fire flies. Wow.
The important thing is that for the past few days, I've been interacting with people that are like me by blood, and we all naturally care for each other. No plans, just spending time together. Why is it that time with others is so amazing?
The bonds you make with people are worth more than anything.
I've learned to take more risks as well. Talking here about risks with relationships and expressions of love. Someone said that loving isn't risk free and in order to enjoy it to its fullest one must make himself vulnerable. That is something I highly encourage.
I'll end with a quote I like from C. S. Lewis,
"...[F]ree will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having... The happiness that God designs for His higher creatures is the happiness of being freely, voluntarily untied to Him and to each other in an ecstacy of love and delight.."
_small-post_The world preceeded with an "i"
We were playing speed scrabble last night. If you've never played speed scrabble, then you need to. So I used my tiles and my next piece was an I. I could not find anywhere to put it, so I tried attaching it to the front of all my other words; that failed miserably but was crazy funny (I would remember the words it made but it was approaching 1am and I can't remember much after that point..)
I made a statement a LONG time ago about how there would soon be a world proceeded with a lower-case I. I like predicting the future.
I made a statement a LONG time ago about how there would soon be a world proceeded with a lower-case I. I like predicting the future.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Suffer
Went to the Richmond Outreach Center last Saturday night. I'll say it was different from my expectations.
Let's understand the physical structure before we get too far. It's more of a complex than a church, and actually more of a bunch of sports centers. Lots of parking, lots of buses, lots of people. Baseball field and skate park out front. College to the side (small college) as well as a cafeteria with free meals. Someone also said they house homeless pregnant women. So on the side of the main meeting building (which is a huge gym) is a mural - we're talking the whole side of the building - of Jesus with his arms out. Amazing quality. Going in the front door, I felt like a movie star or the president: EVERY man in the Biker Gang was there, lining the walkway, shaking my hand. EVERY man. Walk in, a small foyer with a bathroom and snack bar. Into the main room was a ton of chairs and bleachers, with a cut out at the far end for the musicians. We had to call ahead and make sure we had a place to sit cause they fill up so much they have to turn people away. We sat on the right side on the bleachers.
Right away, the band starts playing a familiar song (can't remember what it was). There were 3 songs, all of which you would know even if you've never been to a church before (like a rendition of 'Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey) Most of the songs had a old country theme, so everyone was dancing and clapping. One thing that's cool is the quality of everything. Even though it wasn't a bunch of professional musicians, they were all WAY good.
So the rest of the service was also interesting. There was a part where the pastor read a list of all the people that had become Christians in the past 7 days (which took about 5 minutes to list them by which ministry team had how many cards [they have every 'convert' fill out a slip so they can keep track]) The total was almost 550. There was a dance group that did a rap song and danced to it. Very cool. Also had two men share a story about their life and how they became a Christian/came to be at the ROC that night. The pastor told about Jesus (a common theme among these people) and how he lived a life of suffering on purpose. It boiled down to the conclusion that Jesus lived that way so that he could understand us, completely provide salvation, and so that we could copy him in being a suffering people.
Let's understand the physical structure before we get too far. It's more of a complex than a church, and actually more of a bunch of sports centers. Lots of parking, lots of buses, lots of people. Baseball field and skate park out front. College to the side (small college) as well as a cafeteria with free meals. Someone also said they house homeless pregnant women. So on the side of the main meeting building (which is a huge gym) is a mural - we're talking the whole side of the building - of Jesus with his arms out. Amazing quality. Going in the front door, I felt like a movie star or the president: EVERY man in the Biker Gang was there, lining the walkway, shaking my hand. EVERY man. Walk in, a small foyer with a bathroom and snack bar. Into the main room was a ton of chairs and bleachers, with a cut out at the far end for the musicians. We had to call ahead and make sure we had a place to sit cause they fill up so much they have to turn people away. We sat on the right side on the bleachers.
Right away, the band starts playing a familiar song (can't remember what it was). There were 3 songs, all of which you would know even if you've never been to a church before (like a rendition of 'Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey) Most of the songs had a old country theme, so everyone was dancing and clapping. One thing that's cool is the quality of everything. Even though it wasn't a bunch of professional musicians, they were all WAY good.
So the rest of the service was also interesting. There was a part where the pastor read a list of all the people that had become Christians in the past 7 days (which took about 5 minutes to list them by which ministry team had how many cards [they have every 'convert' fill out a slip so they can keep track]) The total was almost 550. There was a dance group that did a rap song and danced to it. Very cool. Also had two men share a story about their life and how they became a Christian/came to be at the ROC that night. The pastor told about Jesus (a common theme among these people) and how he lived a life of suffering on purpose. It boiled down to the conclusion that Jesus lived that way so that he could understand us, completely provide salvation, and so that we could copy him in being a suffering people.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Hope_part 2
Not exactly the sequel you'd expect, more like the prequel. These are just some notes/thoughts I had of David H.
I like this little phrase he had. He would get so used to hearing people say, "You're not going to believe this.." so now he answers with, "Oh, yes I am."
He talked of this intense training camp somewhere up north. This group of people steal little kids and put them deep in the woods for a week, with nothing but the clothes on their back. Naw but, they just lead them in (no kidnapping). It's some kind of camp that teaches reliance on God. They tell every applicant (and their parents) "We will return your child, and when we do, they will be ready for anything." I think I want to go try that.
Another interesting point he brought out was how Christians tend to settle down in a comfy spot. That is not a good thing to do. The words 'Christian' and 'Transition' are synonymous: cause somewhere someone said, "God is always moving". "There is grace for preparation; There is no grace for 'What If?'" said David H. Mostly this covers the part about how some would rather wait and do nothing until they are 100% sure of the God ordained direction. Thinking about this, the God who would have Christians act on His behalf would probably not let Christians, bent on doing the works of God on earth, get too far out of line. As Mr. Mr. Wiedel (yeah, that's J-bird's daddy pops) said, "In order to turn a boat around, you have to engage the engines first. The rudder does no good while sitting still." Since we are still on the RFA (ready for anything) line of chatter, he mentioned always being ready for God's plans of change. Someone once said, "If a person is in constant connection with the Holy Spirit, they won't have to worry about making errors." Guessing nobody these days happens to be in that constant contact..
Ah. "Christians are not a perfect people. We are a people being perfected." David H.
So heres a list of the crucial ways one can be RFA
1) Fix on Jesus - To fix actually means to remove one's gaze on a certain object and affix it on something else. Comes from Hebrews 12:2
2) Be a friend of Jesus - comes from John 15:14-15. He spoke a while on the difference between a servant and a friend. The basics are like this: A servant serves because he is told to serve. A friend is a servant with the addition of understanding the 'why'.
3) Keep active in God-focused / kingdom relationships
Stay clear of negative speaking against the changes in the Kingdom.
I don't think I was paying attention at this point, but I got the whole title of that section so maybe it got lost in my mind..
4) Keep relationship accounts up-to-date - making a point to make wrongs between friends right. "Don't stuff them inside somewhere; go fix them"
5) Don't hide concerns, but talk to the right people - this is in reference to issues or misunderstandings to the direction of the 'church'; not to complain among yourselves but rather to a position of authority.
6) Meet often to keep things up-to-date - that's talking about Christians meeting to discuss past victories and failures.
Oh, how I long for those days. Think of every time you hear a story of someone's triumph. Doesn't it inspire you?
One last little note:
When the body has physical problems, the output is hindered. As such, we find our bodies in a similar condition as our spiritual 'body of Christ'. The body can't function when ill / injured.
Fix the sickness / brokenness.
Like veins and arteries, relationships in our 'body' must be mended.
Can't you see how everything increases with more happy people? :)
I like this little phrase he had. He would get so used to hearing people say, "You're not going to believe this.." so now he answers with, "Oh, yes I am."
He talked of this intense training camp somewhere up north. This group of people steal little kids and put them deep in the woods for a week, with nothing but the clothes on their back. Naw but, they just lead them in (no kidnapping). It's some kind of camp that teaches reliance on God. They tell every applicant (and their parents) "We will return your child, and when we do, they will be ready for anything." I think I want to go try that.
Another interesting point he brought out was how Christians tend to settle down in a comfy spot. That is not a good thing to do. The words 'Christian' and 'Transition' are synonymous: cause somewhere someone said, "God is always moving". "There is grace for preparation; There is no grace for 'What If?'" said David H. Mostly this covers the part about how some would rather wait and do nothing until they are 100% sure of the God ordained direction. Thinking about this, the God who would have Christians act on His behalf would probably not let Christians, bent on doing the works of God on earth, get too far out of line. As Mr. Mr. Wiedel (yeah, that's J-bird's daddy pops) said, "In order to turn a boat around, you have to engage the engines first. The rudder does no good while sitting still." Since we are still on the RFA (ready for anything) line of chatter, he mentioned always being ready for God's plans of change. Someone once said, "If a person is in constant connection with the Holy Spirit, they won't have to worry about making errors." Guessing nobody these days happens to be in that constant contact..
Ah. "Christians are not a perfect people. We are a people being perfected." David H.
So heres a list of the crucial ways one can be RFA
1) Fix on Jesus - To fix actually means to remove one's gaze on a certain object and affix it on something else. Comes from Hebrews 12:2
2) Be a friend of Jesus - comes from John 15:14-15. He spoke a while on the difference between a servant and a friend. The basics are like this: A servant serves because he is told to serve. A friend is a servant with the addition of understanding the 'why'.
3) Keep active in God-focused / kingdom relationships
Stay clear of negative speaking against the changes in the Kingdom.
I don't think I was paying attention at this point, but I got the whole title of that section so maybe it got lost in my mind..
4) Keep relationship accounts up-to-date - making a point to make wrongs between friends right. "Don't stuff them inside somewhere; go fix them"
5) Don't hide concerns, but talk to the right people - this is in reference to issues or misunderstandings to the direction of the 'church'; not to complain among yourselves but rather to a position of authority.
6) Meet often to keep things up-to-date - that's talking about Christians meeting to discuss past victories and failures.
Oh, how I long for those days. Think of every time you hear a story of someone's triumph. Doesn't it inspire you?
One last little note:
When the body has physical problems, the output is hindered. As such, we find our bodies in a similar condition as our spiritual 'body of Christ'. The body can't function when ill / injured.
Fix the sickness / brokenness.
Like veins and arteries, relationships in our 'body' must be mended.
Can't you see how everything increases with more happy people? :)
"K - I - S - S I'm in distress! I need someone to spell it out"
Tonight's dinner might have been the most ridiculous meal I've ever worked.
Serve time was 5:30. Everything was perfectly fine at 4:15. No kidding. Then sometime around 4:20, we realize that there would be several complications: 15 more people would be eating than the previous count (total of 118), and somehow the pizza quantity was overlooked leaving us with only 54 'Tonys' and about 30 'Red Barrons' - thats only 84, if you can't add. Somewhere in this process, I notice that the deep fryer was never turned on, meaning the oil would not be hot enough to fry apple fritters.
And then this stupid thing called, "Hope" had to show up and make it so we couldn't curl up and die.
We cut the 'Red Barrons' in halves, and found some chicken that wasn't being used (Sarah and Marie cut up some potatoes and added a bunch of seasonings to them) And the deep fryer heated up in time for me to get 3 batches completed before the group came through the line.
So I would attribute the absolutely amazing recovery of meal-almost-not-doable-ness to my God.
Serve time was 5:30. Everything was perfectly fine at 4:15. No kidding. Then sometime around 4:20, we realize that there would be several complications: 15 more people would be eating than the previous count (total of 118), and somehow the pizza quantity was overlooked leaving us with only 54 'Tonys' and about 30 'Red Barrons' - thats only 84, if you can't add. Somewhere in this process, I notice that the deep fryer was never turned on, meaning the oil would not be hot enough to fry apple fritters.
And then this stupid thing called, "Hope" had to show up and make it so we couldn't curl up and die.
We cut the 'Red Barrons' in halves, and found some chicken that wasn't being used (Sarah and Marie cut up some potatoes and added a bunch of seasonings to them) And the deep fryer heated up in time for me to get 3 batches completed before the group came through the line.
So I would attribute the absolutely amazing recovery of meal-almost-not-doable-ness to my God.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Hope_sorta-maybe-kinda-part-1
So the good news is that I have hope these days. I really think David H. coming inspired me. He is such a great guy, and genuinely cares about people. Not to say he won't push and bend you where its hard, but he does it in love, and you can seriously see the difference between someone correcting you cause they are tired of you getting it wrong and someone correcting you because they want the best outcome. David wants the best outcome.
I'm still on my quest to relearning love.
[I don't think it should take very long to learn something like that, cause you either do or you don't (not like, "Oh, I'm lvl 42 now..") yet there is the aspect of 'what naturally comes out of you' when in a situation that requires love. So not only is the defining of true, real love important, but also the training to automatically respond with it.]
"Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger (to be stronger)
Hey ungraceful, I will teach you to forgive one another...
Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger (to be stronger)
Hey unloving, I will love you.. I will love you.. I will love you.."
_UnderOath: Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape_
I'm thinking it would be a good idea to find quotes dealing with love. If I recall, David H. spoke on "RFA" (being Ready For Anything) this morning, and one of the things was about staying away from negative thinking and speaking. So, one way would be to find the positives :)
I'm still on my quest to relearning love.
[I don't think it should take very long to learn something like that, cause you either do or you don't (not like, "Oh, I'm lvl 42 now..") yet there is the aspect of 'what naturally comes out of you' when in a situation that requires love. So not only is the defining of true, real love important, but also the training to automatically respond with it.]
"Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger (to be stronger)
Hey ungraceful, I will teach you to forgive one another...
Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger (to be stronger)
Hey unloving, I will love you.. I will love you.. I will love you.."
_UnderOath: Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape_
I'm thinking it would be a good idea to find quotes dealing with love. If I recall, David H. spoke on "RFA" (being Ready For Anything) this morning, and one of the things was about staying away from negative thinking and speaking. So, one way would be to find the positives :)
Friday, July 17, 2009
"I can feel it in the atmosphere some how: I want to see with your eyes right now..."
I've been reading C. S. Lewis' "Mere Christianity" and find it absolutely fascinating. Every sentence reads like modern speak, and every paragraph loads my mind with more theory and concept than before. I would barely put it down if not to only absorb the material I have read already. I would, without a doubt, recommend it to anyone. With that said, the content of the book, in the first of four 'books', has nothing to do with the religion of Christianity, and he makes it very clear that the reader should not mistake his words.
A few interesting points stuck with me, some are not valid for this blog, rather just for personal enhancement, and would take far too much back story for you to fully understand their meanings. Even trying to summarize the first 5 chapters would take, well, the first 5 chapters to summarize. So go read it. The first interesting point worth note is the way he addresses life. I derived these ideas from just a brief note he made, so it's not really from him. As I worded it to Marie, it dealt with tea. In the process of making tea, we use several statics, which are in my context, dynamics themselves, not just the statics to the dynamic of making tea. First we have hot water; second is tea, ground and in a filter bag; third is sugar; fourth is ice. The process is simple, but rather intense.
1) Say I was to tell you that each of those elements listed above has a spirit: a force within it that tells itself and the rest of the world what it is and what it does. Here is how the process would take place: "Hot water flows through the tea. In the process, the tea willfully imparts itself to the water, who takes on the tea. Now the two have become one. The new hot water-tea is then poured over sugar, who willingly gives itself to the creation of, yet again, one entity: hot, sweet water-tea. Combined with the aid from a human, the two mix beautifully, in swirls and scents that are pleasing, because the two are pleased to become one. The last element is to be included, and it is ice. The hot, sweet water-tea is poured over ice, who willingly adds its substance and relaxation to the previous mixture. This must be done slowly, as it is a relaxing of the spirits. Once all have become one, they are pleased to impart their joy to a human."
2) Say I was to tell you that each of those elements listed had a molecular composition like none other: a force within it that tells itself and the rest of the world what it is and what it does. Here is how the process would take place: "Water's molecules, when heated, move faster than when at room-temperature. This allows for it to attain a slightly different composition. This hot water is then strained through the ground tea, which deposits microscopic stains onto the water. These stains contain, at the atomic level, the live code that tells our human brains what it smells, tastes, and looks like. Once completed, the batch of stained water is added to sugar, which also dissolves into microscopic particles and blends with the hot, stained water. now the three have only become one because of the heat of the water: if it were cool water, the intensity would be extremely lower. This combination must then be cooled to a desirable temperature. The hot mixture is poured over ice, which is of course frozen water and has extremely slow moving atoms. The fusion of the slow with the fast particles causes a molecular solidification, which maintains the stains and microscopic particles in the water by, essentially, creating new molecules which possess the atomic qualities of all four ingredients."
Which one sounds more like the correct answer? We would be more inclined to answer, "The second one, obviously," because it is the only one we will ever be 100% sure of its truths. One can not observe a spirit, but can observe the materials. I agree with C. S. Lewis on the note that one can not simple explain some things by observation: yes we can know how the tea is made and how it tastes so good, but we can't explain why sugar contains happy molecules when in contact with our taste buds, or why the smell of the tea causes us to salivate. We can merely observe and report, but not explain the things that come before it. Lewis uses the 'Law of Gravity' in his book to explain this idea in comparison to the 'Law of Human Nature' (where the law of gravity may not be broken, the law of human nature is a suggested outcome, but not always the case)
I have begun to see how everything actually does contain molecules and tiny tiny particles that we can only see through a microscope, but what if those are not the actions, but merely the reaction, or the proof of the action, that the spirit within implements? In that kind of light, we can see how everything is, in fact, alive.
Through the past few months of cooking, I have really seen how it can be done so that you almost connect to things through a sort of non-physical way, and not quite head knowledge either. Through cooking corn, if given the time to embrace the elements, one can know - without testing - that the corn is cooked well. It becomes difficult to explain because most of this 'connection' doesn't take place in the usual places of the brain: it's almost not even in the brain, more in the soul. So in these past few months, as I said, I have been connected to the food I create, and thus am sure of its perfection.
What I am getting at is that, like with the food, one can connect to other things, specifically people. Have you ever been in a place where you just hurt for someone, or maybe you smile out of nowhere because of a notion of another person? I don't believe it's coincidence that we should be connected to others in a way that supersedes the physical. For a Christian, that should almost be normal concept: you connect to your God that way, and also have intercession.
We are meant to live for so much more.
A few interesting points stuck with me, some are not valid for this blog, rather just for personal enhancement, and would take far too much back story for you to fully understand their meanings. Even trying to summarize the first 5 chapters would take, well, the first 5 chapters to summarize. So go read it. The first interesting point worth note is the way he addresses life. I derived these ideas from just a brief note he made, so it's not really from him. As I worded it to Marie, it dealt with tea. In the process of making tea, we use several statics, which are in my context, dynamics themselves, not just the statics to the dynamic of making tea. First we have hot water; second is tea, ground and in a filter bag; third is sugar; fourth is ice. The process is simple, but rather intense.
1) Say I was to tell you that each of those elements listed above has a spirit: a force within it that tells itself and the rest of the world what it is and what it does. Here is how the process would take place: "Hot water flows through the tea. In the process, the tea willfully imparts itself to the water, who takes on the tea. Now the two have become one. The new hot water-tea is then poured over sugar, who willingly gives itself to the creation of, yet again, one entity: hot, sweet water-tea. Combined with the aid from a human, the two mix beautifully, in swirls and scents that are pleasing, because the two are pleased to become one. The last element is to be included, and it is ice. The hot, sweet water-tea is poured over ice, who willingly adds its substance and relaxation to the previous mixture. This must be done slowly, as it is a relaxing of the spirits. Once all have become one, they are pleased to impart their joy to a human."
2) Say I was to tell you that each of those elements listed had a molecular composition like none other: a force within it that tells itself and the rest of the world what it is and what it does. Here is how the process would take place: "Water's molecules, when heated, move faster than when at room-temperature. This allows for it to attain a slightly different composition. This hot water is then strained through the ground tea, which deposits microscopic stains onto the water. These stains contain, at the atomic level, the live code that tells our human brains what it smells, tastes, and looks like. Once completed, the batch of stained water is added to sugar, which also dissolves into microscopic particles and blends with the hot, stained water. now the three have only become one because of the heat of the water: if it were cool water, the intensity would be extremely lower. This combination must then be cooled to a desirable temperature. The hot mixture is poured over ice, which is of course frozen water and has extremely slow moving atoms. The fusion of the slow with the fast particles causes a molecular solidification, which maintains the stains and microscopic particles in the water by, essentially, creating new molecules which possess the atomic qualities of all four ingredients."
Which one sounds more like the correct answer? We would be more inclined to answer, "The second one, obviously," because it is the only one we will ever be 100% sure of its truths. One can not observe a spirit, but can observe the materials. I agree with C. S. Lewis on the note that one can not simple explain some things by observation: yes we can know how the tea is made and how it tastes so good, but we can't explain why sugar contains happy molecules when in contact with our taste buds, or why the smell of the tea causes us to salivate. We can merely observe and report, but not explain the things that come before it. Lewis uses the 'Law of Gravity' in his book to explain this idea in comparison to the 'Law of Human Nature' (where the law of gravity may not be broken, the law of human nature is a suggested outcome, but not always the case)
I have begun to see how everything actually does contain molecules and tiny tiny particles that we can only see through a microscope, but what if those are not the actions, but merely the reaction, or the proof of the action, that the spirit within implements? In that kind of light, we can see how everything is, in fact, alive.
Through the past few months of cooking, I have really seen how it can be done so that you almost connect to things through a sort of non-physical way, and not quite head knowledge either. Through cooking corn, if given the time to embrace the elements, one can know - without testing - that the corn is cooked well. It becomes difficult to explain because most of this 'connection' doesn't take place in the usual places of the brain: it's almost not even in the brain, more in the soul. So in these past few months, as I said, I have been connected to the food I create, and thus am sure of its perfection.
What I am getting at is that, like with the food, one can connect to other things, specifically people. Have you ever been in a place where you just hurt for someone, or maybe you smile out of nowhere because of a notion of another person? I don't believe it's coincidence that we should be connected to others in a way that supersedes the physical. For a Christian, that should almost be normal concept: you connect to your God that way, and also have intercession.
We are meant to live for so much more.
Monday, July 13, 2009
We all need some understanding: We all need love
"...Millions of faces
Are looking for movement
'Cause everything's stuck
And everything's frozen
And everyone's broken
And nobody moves
And everyone's scared
That the motion will never come
This is the incompletion
Stuck in a line
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
The stars are alive
They dance to the music
Of the deepest emotion
And all of the world
Is singing in time
As the heavens are caving in
Mysterious ways
How God gave his life
To put motion inside my soul
It's bigger than cold religion
It's bigger than life
This is a revolution
Get up, get up
Love is moving you now "
_Switchfoot: Love is the Movement_
"Do me a favor
Would you tell me when to let go?
'Cause I think I'm holding on
Do me a favor
Would you tell me which way is up?
'Cause I don't know where I fit
Would you do it for me?
'Cause I'm playing for keeps
Tell me tomorrow has come
With open arms
If you say it's time to move on
Then I'll stop holding on
If you say that it's time for moving on
Time for moving on"
_Switchfoot: Playing for Keeps_
"This is your life
Are you who you want to be
This is your life
Is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger
And you had everything to lose
You had everything to lose"
_Switchfoot: This is Your Life_
I think some of this touches how I feel toward the church. Yeah yeah, I know its vague, but like any series of words, someone somewhere gets hit with the emotion and the words served their purpose. I don't ever cry because I'm a heartless bastard. Naw but, I just don't get all emotional cause I have an analytical brain and everything just simply is, no strings. Lately though I've actually found some material capable of pulling my heartstrings.
Apparently God is perfect love.
As a Christian, one should epitomize that quality.
Love has never been easy for me to understand. It may be the way that America has tainted it, maybe the way that I've experienced things disguised as love that let down, maybe just my unwillingness to accept that I'm no different than anyone else.
So the concept of love has little meaning to me in the way that most people view it. If I come out of my life and into something new, I'll see the way to love as I do it now; but the current definition is not applicable to me. Is that for everyone? To write their own definition of love?
If love is the movement, then I can feel it and know it's there. Thats where I want to be. [I'm thinking of action, not standing still, not being static; going somewhere, being with people, making a change for the better in the world around me; stirring up the situation, adding excitement, being involved with advancements, building on our future, moving from the past that haunts and hurts and hinders]
Are looking for movement
'Cause everything's stuck
And everything's frozen
And everyone's broken
And nobody moves
And everyone's scared
That the motion will never come
This is the incompletion
Stuck in a line
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
The stars are alive
They dance to the music
Of the deepest emotion
And all of the world
Is singing in time
As the heavens are caving in
Mysterious ways
How God gave his life
To put motion inside my soul
It's bigger than cold religion
It's bigger than life
This is a revolution
Get up, get up
Love is moving you now "
_Switchfoot: Love is the Movement_
"Do me a favor
Would you tell me when to let go?
'Cause I think I'm holding on
Do me a favor
Would you tell me which way is up?
'Cause I don't know where I fit
Would you do it for me?
'Cause I'm playing for keeps
Tell me tomorrow has come
With open arms
If you say it's time to move on
Then I'll stop holding on
If you say that it's time for moving on
Time for moving on"
_Switchfoot: Playing for Keeps_
"This is your life
Are you who you want to be
This is your life
Is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger
And you had everything to lose
You had everything to lose"
_Switchfoot: This is Your Life_
I think some of this touches how I feel toward the church. Yeah yeah, I know its vague, but like any series of words, someone somewhere gets hit with the emotion and the words served their purpose. I don't ever cry because I'm a heartless bastard. Naw but, I just don't get all emotional cause I have an analytical brain and everything just simply is, no strings. Lately though I've actually found some material capable of pulling my heartstrings.
Apparently God is perfect love.
As a Christian, one should epitomize that quality.
Love has never been easy for me to understand. It may be the way that America has tainted it, maybe the way that I've experienced things disguised as love that let down, maybe just my unwillingness to accept that I'm no different than anyone else.
So the concept of love has little meaning to me in the way that most people view it. If I come out of my life and into something new, I'll see the way to love as I do it now; but the current definition is not applicable to me. Is that for everyone? To write their own definition of love?
If love is the movement, then I can feel it and know it's there. Thats where I want to be. [I'm thinking of action, not standing still, not being static; going somewhere, being with people, making a change for the better in the world around me; stirring up the situation, adding excitement, being involved with advancements, building on our future, moving from the past that haunts and hurts and hinders]
Sunday, July 12, 2009
"This is the moment that we all live for: are you ready?"
BTW. m.facebook.com is faster
I talked with Aaron Nickerson yesterday at Busch. He mentioned how, in Christianity, the focus has [in a bad way] shifted to salvation |whether you will get into Heaven or not| instead of the important things still to be done/ things in the current time frame, not the "some day in the future" frame. Most of the aspects to Christianity have shifted that way as well, even the outreach/ministry. What happened to "The Kingdom of God is at hand.."?
I also believe the church in America is too inward focused. There are too many issues between Christians that prevent us from 1) having a relationship with God and 2) sharing the love of God with others. If you can't even love a neighbor, how could you possibly love an enemy?
So I was thinking: What really constitutes salvation?
[In Islam, no one can avoid hellfire, but depending on how little they sin and how many good deeds they do they can lessen the time spent paying for their sins. An interesting point is that any reference to entering Heaven includes 2 requirements: belief in Allah (God) and doing good deeds.]
Is a deathbed confession and change of heart really enough to forgive a life of NOT serving God?
How do you figure the differences between 'service to humanity' and 'service to humanity for God'
I don't think God would have made it so complicated. So why are we making it so complicated?
I talked with Aaron Nickerson yesterday at Busch. He mentioned how, in Christianity, the focus has [in a bad way] shifted to salvation |whether you will get into Heaven or not| instead of the important things still to be done/ things in the current time frame, not the "some day in the future" frame. Most of the aspects to Christianity have shifted that way as well, even the outreach/ministry. What happened to "The Kingdom of God is at hand.."?
I also believe the church in America is too inward focused. There are too many issues between Christians that prevent us from 1) having a relationship with God and 2) sharing the love of God with others. If you can't even love a neighbor, how could you possibly love an enemy?
So I was thinking: What really constitutes salvation?
[In Islam, no one can avoid hellfire, but depending on how little they sin and how many good deeds they do they can lessen the time spent paying for their sins. An interesting point is that any reference to entering Heaven includes 2 requirements: belief in Allah (God) and doing good deeds.]
Is a deathbed confession and change of heart really enough to forgive a life of NOT serving God?
How do you figure the differences between 'service to humanity' and 'service to humanity for God'
I don't think God would have made it so complicated. So why are we making it so complicated?
The Shadow Proves The Sunshine
Its amazing how dark of a time it is lately. Several people that are dear seem to be in an eclipse.. only it's one of those things that you don't understand, so you don't have the joy of seeing the rarity of the eclipse, but rather have the fear of never seeing the sun again. "..and you say that you don't want to see the sun anymore" _Paramore_
I know how easy it is to look back on a dark time and see just how much you overcame, but when you're in the pain and darkness, it's nothing but crap. "When the burden seems to much to bare, remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there" _Relient K_
Something I learned is that it is better to take a break and avoid completely losing [it]. In this time, it might be good to pull that philosophy out of our bag. In all honesty, leaving the church could be the worst thing for the church, while the best for us. That makes quite a dilemma for us. Drastic moves would be disastrous, but it seems like the only thing we are willing to do. I would say, "Any progress is better than none" as much as I will be hurting to move faster..
"We are crooked souls trying to stay up straight.. the shadow proves the sunshine"
I know how easy it is to look back on a dark time and see just how much you overcame, but when you're in the pain and darkness, it's nothing but crap. "When the burden seems to much to bare, remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there" _Relient K_
Something I learned is that it is better to take a break and avoid completely losing [it]. In this time, it might be good to pull that philosophy out of our bag. In all honesty, leaving the church could be the worst thing for the church, while the best for us. That makes quite a dilemma for us. Drastic moves would be disastrous, but it seems like the only thing we are willing to do. I would say, "Any progress is better than none" as much as I will be hurting to move faster..
"We are crooked souls trying to stay up straight.. the shadow proves the sunshine"
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Something to do with 'Arpeggio'?
I've been investigating some things lately. "Secret: Agent man!" Got a copy of the Koran (and for the record, I love taboo, yet again) which turned out to be like the King James version of the Bible (basically: the suck if you have no teacher, just reading straight forward). I've been going through it marking verses that stand out to me. I find it interesting how, compared to Christian principles and the Bible, it's very similar except for some minor details which make a huge difference, and thus seriously inspire the 2 separate religious movements.
I've been working a lot lately, which has led to a lack in sharing my thoughts in blog form. Sometimes in life it's just better to talk to people instead of write everything. You get feedback much faster and it becomes a conversation rather than a lecture or article. The good thing about working is that I feel like I have a purpose in life, or at least make myself useful in some way. The paycheck is also on the positive side.
I recently purchased a bunch of movies, mostly ones that no one else had or no one else cared to have, or no one would ever buy but they were cheap. I would say my most enjoyed from the lot was Apocalypto. After watching Sweeny Todd, it wasn't nearly as gruesome. There's also these elements of 'I'm ready to kick some ass!' in there, so it's pretty awesome.
Making coffee has been fun. We recently got a new blend at work (an amazing upgrade, as the previous blend has been there for the past 6 years and never changed and it was probably the second to worst official coffee ever) and it's not too bad. I like iced coffee, and mine turns out at 1.4x strength of regular coffee (I'm really used to quad-iced drinks, so this is actually weak..) Jason also aided me in getting some vanilla syrup, so now my arsenal is complete! *lightning* *maniacal laughter*
I like me some coffee..
I also decided that for my 21st birthday I will become a beer connoisseur. I already have zero tolerance for beer in any form, so if I can find one that I can stand, that will officially be the beer. I think I am more of a fruity, sweet guy anyway, so more than likely I will not find a good beer.
I feel the need to address relationship statuses. I am not interested in anyone, just to be clear. I don't want to roll that way, and I want to preserve the family aspect for as long as possible. Sarah had said, "If you want to be like Paul (a guy in the Bible) you won't be getting married; neither did Jesus" - so in that respect, if I decided to be 100% devoted to the cause of Jesus, I more than likely wouldn't marry anyway. So if you have heard through any 'grapevines' lately, you've heard wrong.
Watching "Blood Diamond" tonight at the Center. We had to edit it down some for content and length. I prefer the full movie (as I do with any movie).
I've been working a lot lately, which has led to a lack in sharing my thoughts in blog form. Sometimes in life it's just better to talk to people instead of write everything. You get feedback much faster and it becomes a conversation rather than a lecture or article. The good thing about working is that I feel like I have a purpose in life, or at least make myself useful in some way. The paycheck is also on the positive side.
I recently purchased a bunch of movies, mostly ones that no one else had or no one else cared to have, or no one would ever buy but they were cheap. I would say my most enjoyed from the lot was Apocalypto. After watching Sweeny Todd, it wasn't nearly as gruesome. There's also these elements of 'I'm ready to kick some ass!' in there, so it's pretty awesome.
Making coffee has been fun. We recently got a new blend at work (an amazing upgrade, as the previous blend has been there for the past 6 years and never changed and it was probably the second to worst official coffee ever) and it's not too bad. I like iced coffee, and mine turns out at 1.4x strength of regular coffee (I'm really used to quad-iced drinks, so this is actually weak..) Jason also aided me in getting some vanilla syrup, so now my arsenal is complete! *lightning* *maniacal laughter*
I like me some coffee..
I also decided that for my 21st birthday I will become a beer connoisseur. I already have zero tolerance for beer in any form, so if I can find one that I can stand, that will officially be the beer. I think I am more of a fruity, sweet guy anyway, so more than likely I will not find a good beer.
I feel the need to address relationship statuses. I am not interested in anyone, just to be clear. I don't want to roll that way, and I want to preserve the family aspect for as long as possible. Sarah had said, "If you want to be like Paul (a guy in the Bible) you won't be getting married; neither did Jesus" - so in that respect, if I decided to be 100% devoted to the cause of Jesus, I more than likely wouldn't marry anyway. So if you have heard through any 'grapevines' lately, you've heard wrong.
Watching "Blood Diamond" tonight at the Center. We had to edit it down some for content and length. I prefer the full movie (as I do with any movie).
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Déjà vu?
I feel slightly like I am back in the same place I was about a year or two ago. I have this incredible sense of adventure.. I also feel like I am forced to decide among many uncertain choices that will shape my life for a while. Obviously college is a butt no matter what, especially the financial aspect of things. I am not one for taking loans, and it seems that's the way things go these days.
One of the other concerns I have is the lack of guidance. I didn't get the 'pick your classes' experience that they give in high school, so I am still expecting to see a pretty well defined path to take, but it's like everyone wants to pass the buck and not make an executive decision for me. I enjoy having options, but sometimes it's just much easier to say 'yes sir' and go to class. I'm sure if I understood the system it wouldn't be so hard. And I'm sure the system isn't all that complicated. This is what happens when you have someone willing to learn but no one to lead.
And don't take any of this as blowing off your ideas if you've ever advised me. I just want to see all the options, not just the ones you have experience with.
You could say I am uncomfortable, and when I am uncomfortable, I typically dive right in and try to get as involved as possible so I can be comfortable. It didn't work with the college thing, and now I feel like an idiot, and am still uncomfortable with it. *INAPPROPRIATE MOMENT ALERT* It's like having sex for the first time and getting it wrong. Only one person knows it didn't work, and you don't feel successful at all. For a man, thats a blow to the nads.
I have the opportunity to attend Pensacola Christian College this fall and next spring. I might capitalize on that offer. I could use the distance from what I know; from what I've known since birth. I talked with Jackson V the other day and he was such an inspiration to my desires to not stay home forever. I mentioned how I am a home-body, and he replied, "So was I, until I left." I look forward to actually getting away for a while. I haven't been many miles from home for more than a day in over 3 years. That says to me, "Get out, you buffoon." Thanks, Jack :)
One of the other concerns I have is the lack of guidance. I didn't get the 'pick your classes' experience that they give in high school, so I am still expecting to see a pretty well defined path to take, but it's like everyone wants to pass the buck and not make an executive decision for me. I enjoy having options, but sometimes it's just much easier to say 'yes sir' and go to class. I'm sure if I understood the system it wouldn't be so hard. And I'm sure the system isn't all that complicated. This is what happens when you have someone willing to learn but no one to lead.
And don't take any of this as blowing off your ideas if you've ever advised me. I just want to see all the options, not just the ones you have experience with.
You could say I am uncomfortable, and when I am uncomfortable, I typically dive right in and try to get as involved as possible so I can be comfortable. It didn't work with the college thing, and now I feel like an idiot, and am still uncomfortable with it. *INAPPROPRIATE MOMENT ALERT* It's like having sex for the first time and getting it wrong. Only one person knows it didn't work, and you don't feel successful at all. For a man, thats a blow to the nads.
I have the opportunity to attend Pensacola Christian College this fall and next spring. I might capitalize on that offer. I could use the distance from what I know; from what I've known since birth. I talked with Jackson V the other day and he was such an inspiration to my desires to not stay home forever. I mentioned how I am a home-body, and he replied, "So was I, until I left." I look forward to actually getting away for a while. I haven't been many miles from home for more than a day in over 3 years. That says to me, "Get out, you buffoon." Thanks, Jack :)
Real, broken *yeah* Rendered useless *yeah*
I recently discovered some very cool things were possible with my phone. And the internet.
Google has all kinds of things set up for usage in multiple places (just see their list of apps). I think it is absolutely wonderful. The current amazement I am held to is the calendar. I now have it set up to sync my calendar on my phone with the calendar on the internet (which is tied to my email account on gmail) so that if I add an event or function to my calendar in either place, I can see it in either place almost instantly. So fun..
The other thing that sparked my interest (a while ago) was the online office tools (Google Documents). That is set up so that I can create pretty much anything I can think of that deals with word and data processing, then access that from any computer. Pure awesomeness.
So I for real have some insane bug bites on my legs. More like ankles. At first I was thinking they came from playing volleyball (I mean who wouldn't; they showed up the morning after playing) but when I found out that most everyone there was playing without socks, and I had on socks and long pants, it seemed less likely. Lo and behold, my dad also has the same bugs. I look back on my life in the past few days (/life-review) and think of all the times I was with my dad that could have possibly ended with small insect-like vermin deposited on my ankles. We concluded it came from the area where we put in the new signs at Eastover (I seriously took 10 minutes out of my kitchen job that day to hold some wood while he put in screws, and I get mug-a-bugs) They itch like a mother.
I had gone to the church tonight to play some drums, not really sure if anyone would be there, but thought I would see before coming to the Center for a bit of work and blogging. Shortly after playing, the pastor and wife enter to pray for a while. So I was like, "Theres my ride" and took the stools with me (yeah.. we left those 4 stools from the Center at the church for a week)
I put my music mix on the 'rock' genre and wanted to hear some old Showbread. That CD was actually pretty good. So mid-everything, I go to make a cream soda and then it happened (OMG!!) Naw but, I did make a huge mess. I've been wondering about the Half-and-Half-mixing-with-seltzer-water-and-ice thing for a while. It seems that the 1/2 and 1/2 separates, which looks funny if you are drinking from a clear glass (which I do to save on the cups) The actual quality and flavor don't change one bit. So this is just one of my many experimental things, seeing if the order in which things are added to the drink affects the outcome of the 1/2 and 1/2. I add the syrup, one ice cube (I'm not one for much ice..) and the seltzer (I don't think we officially call it seltzer, but 'club soda' sounds dumber, cause only people in the 'Club for Idiots' would drink plain club soda..) Once the fizz settled a bit, I added the 1/2 and 1/2 (that I had shaken slightly [another measure taken in my experiment tonight]) and everything seemed fine. I turned around to put everything away, and when I looked back upon my masterpiece, it had erupted everywhere like diet coke and Mentos, or baking soda and vinegar. Talk about irritating..
Google has all kinds of things set up for usage in multiple places (just see their list of apps). I think it is absolutely wonderful. The current amazement I am held to is the calendar. I now have it set up to sync my calendar on my phone with the calendar on the internet (which is tied to my email account on gmail) so that if I add an event or function to my calendar in either place, I can see it in either place almost instantly. So fun..
The other thing that sparked my interest (a while ago) was the online office tools (Google Documents). That is set up so that I can create pretty much anything I can think of that deals with word and data processing, then access that from any computer. Pure awesomeness.
So I for real have some insane bug bites on my legs. More like ankles. At first I was thinking they came from playing volleyball (I mean who wouldn't; they showed up the morning after playing) but when I found out that most everyone there was playing without socks, and I had on socks and long pants, it seemed less likely. Lo and behold, my dad also has the same bugs. I look back on my life in the past few days (/life-review) and think of all the times I was with my dad that could have possibly ended with small insect-like vermin deposited on my ankles. We concluded it came from the area where we put in the new signs at Eastover (I seriously took 10 minutes out of my kitchen job that day to hold some wood while he put in screws, and I get mug-a-bugs) They itch like a mother.
I had gone to the church tonight to play some drums, not really sure if anyone would be there, but thought I would see before coming to the Center for a bit of work and blogging. Shortly after playing, the pastor and wife enter to pray for a while. So I was like, "Theres my ride" and took the stools with me (yeah.. we left those 4 stools from the Center at the church for a week)
I put my music mix on the 'rock' genre and wanted to hear some old Showbread. That CD was actually pretty good. So mid-everything, I go to make a cream soda and then it happened (OMG!!) Naw but, I did make a huge mess. I've been wondering about the Half-and-Half-mixing-with-seltzer-water-and-ice thing for a while. It seems that the 1/2 and 1/2 separates, which looks funny if you are drinking from a clear glass (which I do to save on the cups) The actual quality and flavor don't change one bit. So this is just one of my many experimental things, seeing if the order in which things are added to the drink affects the outcome of the 1/2 and 1/2. I add the syrup, one ice cube (I'm not one for much ice..) and the seltzer (I don't think we officially call it seltzer, but 'club soda' sounds dumber, cause only people in the 'Club for Idiots' would drink plain club soda..) Once the fizz settled a bit, I added the 1/2 and 1/2 (that I had shaken slightly [another measure taken in my experiment tonight]) and everything seemed fine. I turned around to put everything away, and when I looked back upon my masterpiece, it had erupted everywhere like diet coke and Mentos, or baking soda and vinegar. Talk about irritating..
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sometimes being the best just happens
We get so many compliments at Eastover during the meal times. And no joke, we run everywhere like crazy during the serving time (well, those who aren't serving are running) to make sure that every thing that is needed is taken care of. And it really does pay off. The group that was here this week left a letter of gratitude along with tons of people wanting to come back next year. Thousands of times this week I would here "Thank you so much! You guys are amazing" and it really does make you feel good. I can't really imagine it from their point of view (going to a foreign camp and staying a week, eating their food - all of which you have to deal with no matter how awful any of it is)
Even the health department says we have top-quality kitchen-ness. "The best in Surry," said Robert L., Margret Stone, and Stan I. of the health dept. over the past 3 years. Schyah.
So for real. That midnight volleyball game was beast. Though it would be way way way better if we had overhead lights, it just shows how truly talented we all are (yes, all 14 of us playing..) Next time we need to play with a few less.. maybe a 4v4 or 5v5 but not 7v7: theres just NOT enough space for everyone to know where their boundaries are and where they are expected to return a ball from. Now Heather's got me all into volleyball again.. well, I was way into playing at the beginning of the summer and still am (and maybe it has only been a few days since the last time we had an organized game.. this work week puts everything into a different perspective *nar-nar*) Who's up for some game play this coming week? I think it'll have to be in the afternoon, like after 7. Sunset is around 8:30, so we'd get some good game till about quarter to nine.
Even the health department says we have top-quality kitchen-ness. "The best in Surry," said Robert L., Margret Stone, and Stan I. of the health dept. over the past 3 years. Schyah.
So for real. That midnight volleyball game was beast. Though it would be way way way better if we had overhead lights, it just shows how truly talented we all are (yes, all 14 of us playing..) Next time we need to play with a few less.. maybe a 4v4 or 5v5 but not 7v7: theres just NOT enough space for everyone to know where their boundaries are and where they are expected to return a ball from. Now Heather's got me all into volleyball again.. well, I was way into playing at the beginning of the summer and still am (and maybe it has only been a few days since the last time we had an organized game.. this work week puts everything into a different perspective *nar-nar*) Who's up for some game play this coming week? I think it'll have to be in the afternoon, like after 7. Sunset is around 8:30, so we'd get some good game till about quarter to nine.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Week of June 14th
These past few days have been very good. I haven't had much of a voice, I haven't been very conscious, and I've been tired a lot. The things I like in this are those very things. I told mom today that I could do 'this' every day and be just fine. I like having work most every day. I hate not being needed. I hate working only on weekends. I feel so much difference when I actually do something for someone else every day. Even if it all involves money, when I see these kids and their leaders, I am encouraged to keep going and to do better; no, to be the best I can at ever instance that I come face to face with them. The Center is nice, but the amount of people there is minimal. I am a people person. I love meeting new people, and I love DOING and BEING and TALKING with people, not just meeting maybe on person a day, and them ONLY being there to get some coffee and then head on. Don't get me wrong, I love meeting people there too, but this is like the difference between going skiing at Massunutten vs. the Alps.
I've been working with some of the best people on the planet this week. Each of them different and good in their own way. Pretty much all family by now. I like that. Family.
Now I sneak up to the Center at night to get money(s) and write a blog, New Harvest to play some drummage (no offense to the kid playing at the camp this week, cause he's like 10, but he needs to grow some balls) to fill my urges that I have all week from listening to said kid. And now I need to finish my drum cage even sooner so I can play some of these new songs the way I want, and not the 'small church - loud drums' way.
Ah.. family.. I miss you so..
I've been working with some of the best people on the planet this week. Each of them different and good in their own way. Pretty much all family by now. I like that. Family.
Now I sneak up to the Center at night to get money(s) and write a blog, New Harvest to play some drummage (no offense to the kid playing at the camp this week, cause he's like 10, but he needs to grow some balls) to fill my urges that I have all week from listening to said kid. And now I need to finish my drum cage even sooner so I can play some of these new songs the way I want, and not the 'small church - loud drums' way.
Ah.. family.. I miss you so..
Friday, June 12, 2009
Naw but, it was an edifying experience
Boy was today different. Center 9-12. This guy came in (and I apologize for thinking you were a hair dresser, I was just led to think that by the way you and Mary conversed....) and wanted a couple drinks. A large americano and (what took much deliberation) a large chai latte, WITH espresso and sugar-free vanilla. Oh, BTW, it was to be, and I quote, "Surface of the Sun, hot" (for which we then googled the temperature of the sun's surface). I love that guy.
I missed the paninis today. Sorry..
Practice for worship was interesting. We played musical musicians with Marcia, never really having everyone there at the same time. But I got to learn a new song, which is fun but way hard to figure out (if it means anything to you, it's in 4/4, but the first line of the corus is 3/4, second line back to 4/4. It sounds great but HARD to make my arms do such)
Off to the bank (where, for the first time in almost 2 years, they asked if I had an account with them [WTF??]) and I cashed the check from work (thank the Lord, Marcia came to the church with my check) which I put in my book, to be discovered later at work while taking a break with Mr. T.
So work at Eastover goes pretty typical. I sliced roast (the best tasting roast beef in the world). I take one for the team and eat the pieces that aren't good enough to be served. The thing with that slicer is (haha... just remembered, "OMG THERES A HAM ON THAT SLICER!!") is the incredible amount of work that goes into slicing ANY amount of ANY thing. First is the setup. Then the slice. Then the meat layout. Then the meat wrapping. Then the clean up. Which takes way too long..
So the meal works. Then we serve. Kids first (6) then the adults (CREDO military people) and in the middle of this serving the adults thing, mom leaves to start cleaning up. I notice a man come in with a yarmulke. I began thinking that whatever we had was not good enough for him... and I was kind of right. He said that he needed to speak to the person in charge of food. 'ello me! I then went on a very long tour of our kitchen with this guy (and I can not remember his name for anything... I'm not sure he even said it..?) We viewed all the items we had and discussed cooking methods: this man eats kosher. Alas, we developed a very good set of foods for him. There are more kosher things than expected. If you have gotten this far and don't understand what I'm talking about, either google kosher or deal with this very brief explanation. In Jewish tradition, certain foods are not allowed to be eaten. Certain preparation methods are not allowed. These would include some meats (pork, sea food, some fish) and cutting/cooking (nothing can be cooked in a dish that has been used for cooking non-kosher foods before) Basically, the most raw essence of a food is maintained for consumption. Also, in order for food to be kosher, it must be made so by an ordained Jewish Rabbi, or a rabbinical organization (which still has rabbis, it's just easier to get the kosher symbolism on the foods). So, yes, this was a very good night for learning and helping this guy to not starve. I now have to work a 7-7 in order to over-see the whole kitchen's preparation methods and utensil usage (the deal being the dishes and utensils must be washed thoroughly, and used no less than 24 hours after cleaning)
End of the blog on a high note: Haddie is in the other room talking to her stuffed turtle (a LOT) and Sarah keeps hitting her elbow on the cash register button. Hehe, hoho, hehe, haha, ho
I missed the paninis today. Sorry..
Practice for worship was interesting. We played musical musicians with Marcia, never really having everyone there at the same time. But I got to learn a new song, which is fun but way hard to figure out (if it means anything to you, it's in 4/4, but the first line of the corus is 3/4, second line back to 4/4. It sounds great but HARD to make my arms do such)
Off to the bank (where, for the first time in almost 2 years, they asked if I had an account with them [WTF??]) and I cashed the check from work (thank the Lord, Marcia came to the church with my check) which I put in my book, to be discovered later at work while taking a break with Mr. T.
So work at Eastover goes pretty typical. I sliced roast (the best tasting roast beef in the world). I take one for the team and eat the pieces that aren't good enough to be served. The thing with that slicer is (haha... just remembered, "OMG THERES A HAM ON THAT SLICER!!") is the incredible amount of work that goes into slicing ANY amount of ANY thing. First is the setup. Then the slice. Then the meat layout. Then the meat wrapping. Then the clean up. Which takes way too long..
So the meal works. Then we serve. Kids first (6) then the adults (CREDO military people) and in the middle of this serving the adults thing, mom leaves to start cleaning up. I notice a man come in with a yarmulke. I began thinking that whatever we had was not good enough for him... and I was kind of right. He said that he needed to speak to the person in charge of food. 'ello me! I then went on a very long tour of our kitchen with this guy (and I can not remember his name for anything... I'm not sure he even said it..?) We viewed all the items we had and discussed cooking methods: this man eats kosher. Alas, we developed a very good set of foods for him. There are more kosher things than expected. If you have gotten this far and don't understand what I'm talking about, either google kosher or deal with this very brief explanation. In Jewish tradition, certain foods are not allowed to be eaten. Certain preparation methods are not allowed. These would include some meats (pork, sea food, some fish) and cutting/cooking (nothing can be cooked in a dish that has been used for cooking non-kosher foods before) Basically, the most raw essence of a food is maintained for consumption. Also, in order for food to be kosher, it must be made so by an ordained Jewish Rabbi, or a rabbinical organization (which still has rabbis, it's just easier to get the kosher symbolism on the foods). So, yes, this was a very good night for learning and helping this guy to not starve. I now have to work a 7-7 in order to over-see the whole kitchen's preparation methods and utensil usage (the deal being the dishes and utensils must be washed thoroughly, and used no less than 24 hours after cleaning)
End of the blog on a high note: Haddie is in the other room talking to her stuffed turtle (a LOT) and Sarah keeps hitting her elbow on the cash register button. Hehe, hoho, hehe, haha, ho
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Who is I?
I was reading an incredibly fun book yesterday. It is mostly a grammar book, but was much more intriguing than any grammar book I've ever seen. The writer was really good at making crazy sentences that modeled other phrases but carried so much of a different meaning because of the specific words used.
OMG. Last night, we encountered a road block. Let me back track...
Last night, after leaving the Center, I went to meet up with Heather, Ethan and Heidi in New Town. After a frustrating commute to New Town, I spent some time in Barnes and Noble (M. C. Escher book for $10 [Walkin up the stairs, and walkin down the stairs, and walkin up the sideways stairs]) to clear my head and lighten my mood. Then searched Old Navy for people I knew, and I knew noone there (but did get to listen to some jammin music) I called Heather, and got directions to her and Heidi, then FINALLY found Ethan (who ventured to the Chocolate shop to steal something but wasn't successful) 5 Guys Burgers and Fries was our next stop. Mondo huge amount of food and I was full. I felt good though, adding to the work load of the extremely bored employees. JC Penny was open till 9, and we got there at 8:52. Ultra fast shop for some clothes and flip-flops (which BTW, JC Penny is NOT designed for men at all, including men being comfortable walking through ANY part of the store...) They locked us in and kinda made an evil grin when we tried to leave and the door wouldn't open. We officially missed the 9:30 boat, so we were gonna just go to 7-11 for drinks after getting my truck from New Town. Well, somewhere in front of Kingway was a huge traffic stop (right in front of that new shopping center thats going up) The only thing I frowned on it for was the lack of explanation for it, and that they gave no detour route, but forced us to turn around on 199. Now, we being the smart people that we are, knew where to go. But think of those less fortunate. SUCK. I have no idea what happened there last night, but it wasn't funny...
I don't think all that much new stuff is happening this week. Kinda slow.. till the weekend. Then it's non-stop work till the middle of August. Money
OMG. Last night, we encountered a road block. Let me back track...
Last night, after leaving the Center, I went to meet up with Heather, Ethan and Heidi in New Town. After a frustrating commute to New Town, I spent some time in Barnes and Noble (M. C. Escher book for $10 [Walkin up the stairs, and walkin down the stairs, and walkin up the sideways stairs]) to clear my head and lighten my mood. Then searched Old Navy for people I knew, and I knew noone there (but did get to listen to some jammin music) I called Heather, and got directions to her and Heidi, then FINALLY found Ethan (who ventured to the Chocolate shop to steal something but wasn't successful) 5 Guys Burgers and Fries was our next stop. Mondo huge amount of food and I was full. I felt good though, adding to the work load of the extremely bored employees. JC Penny was open till 9, and we got there at 8:52. Ultra fast shop for some clothes and flip-flops (which BTW, JC Penny is NOT designed for men at all, including men being comfortable walking through ANY part of the store...) They locked us in and kinda made an evil grin when we tried to leave and the door wouldn't open. We officially missed the 9:30 boat, so we were gonna just go to 7-11 for drinks after getting my truck from New Town. Well, somewhere in front of Kingway was a huge traffic stop (right in front of that new shopping center thats going up) The only thing I frowned on it for was the lack of explanation for it, and that they gave no detour route, but forced us to turn around on 199. Now, we being the smart people that we are, knew where to go. But think of those less fortunate. SUCK. I have no idea what happened there last night, but it wasn't funny...
I don't think all that much new stuff is happening this week. Kinda slow.. till the weekend. Then it's non-stop work till the middle of August. Money
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Reality = Wild
Or does it?
Sarah made an interesting statement today.
"I want there to be more culture in the church... Theres not much [compelling] to the normal service... except communion."
We need to be raw. We need to be free. We need to start acting like the family that we are, and being the body that resembles a family. How's that too much to ask?
The church is it's own culture. Walk in the doors, and you know right away it's a different place than the rest of your world. In my opinion, much of it needs to be that way, but some of it needs to change. Holding onto specifics for the sake of retaining the expected 'church-ness', when it conflicts with meeting the needs of the community or driving away the people that already question the church, is a bad bad move.
Relevancy is a new important word among Christians on the forefront. Is what you do relevant to the culture around you?
Lets put it this way: You can have the most amazing hamburgers in the world at your burger joint. But move onto Buger St. Maryland, where there are tons of other really well done burger joints, and you have no purpose. Most likely you will fail within a few months.
Compare this to something a little closer to relevancy involving religion.
Imagine the particular church body is situated in a community with demographics of older white men. The duties of this church would be mostly directed to older white men.
But say you move that church into a community of young black men.
Conflict.
It's a matter of relevance.
So in our case, is it that the church not directed at the community?
Is there a way to better the effect on the community?
Sarah made an interesting statement today.
"I want there to be more culture in the church... Theres not much [compelling] to the normal service... except communion."
We need to be raw. We need to be free. We need to start acting like the family that we are, and being the body that resembles a family. How's that too much to ask?
The church is it's own culture. Walk in the doors, and you know right away it's a different place than the rest of your world. In my opinion, much of it needs to be that way, but some of it needs to change. Holding onto specifics for the sake of retaining the expected 'church-ness', when it conflicts with meeting the needs of the community or driving away the people that already question the church, is a bad bad move.
Relevancy is a new important word among Christians on the forefront. Is what you do relevant to the culture around you?
Lets put it this way: You can have the most amazing hamburgers in the world at your burger joint. But move onto Buger St. Maryland, where there are tons of other really well done burger joints, and you have no purpose. Most likely you will fail within a few months.
Compare this to something a little closer to relevancy involving religion.
Imagine the particular church body is situated in a community with demographics of older white men. The duties of this church would be mostly directed to older white men.
But say you move that church into a community of young black men.
Conflict.
It's a matter of relevance.
So in our case, is it that the church not directed at the community?
Is there a way to better the effect on the community?
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Taboo
A couple of things on my mind:
Drum prices
Men (in reference to participation in Christianity)
Nail polish
Japan
Solidifying faith (books etc..)
Men (in reference to being testosterone-driven human beings)
Drum Prices
It's ridiculous when the cost of a small accessory costs more than one can afford with a single paycheck. Not that there aren't some random good deals available, but the majority (or MSRP) of instruments cost way more than I understand. I need to get a grant to add to my set, sheesh. I would like to add a few pieces, including a double bass, second hi-hat (compliments the double bass), some small splash cymbals, crash/ride cymbal that sounds [better] than my current, and a sound wall (probably will build that myself soon) so I can play louder at church and not 'disturb' people.
Men pt. 1
Had a bit of discussion and prayer, etc.. tonight about men not being as involved in churches as women are (the ratio stands around 60/40 with men being the 40) and there is some research that shows how when men are actively involved with a church, the church is many times more likely to have a flourishing existence, while the absence of men promotes church death. Well, we have a large amount of women at our church. Most men see churches as the place where old women go. I even see the clash between my grandmother and I when it comes to music (I'm obviously more boisterous-minded being on the drums, but I like the action of faster songs or at least more intensity, where as she prefers the lighter stuff ***NOT THAT WE HAVE PROBLEMS WITH THE OTHER, WE JUST HAVE PREFERENCES***) So men are more... physical; energetic; extreme; flamboyant; etc.. It's part of us. It's how we are made. Men are made to be strong and hefty, not dainty pew sitters.
Nail Polish
Officially a taboo thing for me. I wore black nail polish on one finger for one day and was asked more than 20 times what I had on my finger and why I would choose to do such a thing (even one was [jokingly] asking if I was gay now. No, I am not) Part of the interview with Mike Toupin had him explaining the cultural differences between America and most 3rd world Indian or African nations. He also covered some different peoples we have in America: Goth, prep, and all in between. The idea with the other countries is to not invade with the idea that 'my way [or our American way] is the right way'. Same goes with the sects in America. Upon encountering a Gothic teen, it would be of extensible rudeness to affront him/her with a demeaning statement like, "Why do you have to wear those things?" Truth be told, if I in fact decided to become of Gothic persuasion, I would highly disrespect anyone's comments of how strange it is. The matter is, again, not to judge. Work with people where they are. LEARN what they do and like, and respect them for their personal convictions. Love them. Encourage them to love others and serve others.
Japan
Sarah prayed for me tonight. I can't remember the whole thing, but it covered my intended trip to Japan. To be honest, I am very excited about going, yet also very nervous. Lately I have been very interested in doing new things and learning as much as I can on just about everything I can. I am taking the advice of Mike and attempting to learn Japanese. I am studying the culture, the history, the government, the geographics, the demographics, and the religions. I am absolutely fascinated with learning at this point (especially if it is exceptional insight from someone very wise on the topic). It makes me wonder about my purpose for these desires: to travel to the other side of the world, completely opposite of my whole life thus far; to learn EVERYTHING; to want to interact with people I don't know; to experience a change in life; to experience something other than what I've known since birth. Why would I have these desires, this drive, if I wasn't in some way destined to be apart of it?
Solidifying Faith
I've been reading Angels & Demons (bought it yesterday, almost done with it now..) The thing with most of what Dan Brown writes is its racy religious statements. I actually highly anticipate to hear his view and see his reasons. I look forward to hearing another side of the story. I like having my faith challenged. I like that there is a real opposition, not just an infinitesimal challenger we create to keep people in the church. He brings out some taboo ideas [taboo to the Christian church] and I greatly respect that. And not only that, but he writes with such amazing brilliance and talent, injecting history and fiction all in one, creating a wonderful world and intriguing story.
Men pt. 2
I really enjoy being physical. I love being rough with the guys, wrestling in the water, sports, racing, loud music, food, etc.. [I wanted to add women to that list, but I think it would have come misunderstood.. with more chivalry than the average male, I like women too ;D] Anything to show the strength of being manly (and impress the ladies) is an awesome time. Now that Joel is on a boat (motha f*****) it seems there might be slightly less of that... though I have succeeded in being a small addition to the Bacon's Castle society. We might be having a sport day after church this coming Sunday (which btw I get to lead *smack* - doing the interviews of all the local peoples)
I'm hungry now. Taco Salad??
Drum prices
Men (in reference to participation in Christianity)
Nail polish
Japan
Solidifying faith (books etc..)
Men (in reference to being testosterone-driven human beings)
Drum Prices
It's ridiculous when the cost of a small accessory costs more than one can afford with a single paycheck. Not that there aren't some random good deals available, but the majority (or MSRP) of instruments cost way more than I understand. I need to get a grant to add to my set, sheesh. I would like to add a few pieces, including a double bass, second hi-hat (compliments the double bass), some small splash cymbals, crash/ride cymbal that sounds [better] than my current, and a sound wall (probably will build that myself soon) so I can play louder at church and not 'disturb' people.
Men pt. 1
Had a bit of discussion and prayer, etc.. tonight about men not being as involved in churches as women are (the ratio stands around 60/40 with men being the 40) and there is some research that shows how when men are actively involved with a church, the church is many times more likely to have a flourishing existence, while the absence of men promotes church death. Well, we have a large amount of women at our church. Most men see churches as the place where old women go. I even see the clash between my grandmother and I when it comes to music (I'm obviously more boisterous-minded being on the drums, but I like the action of faster songs or at least more intensity, where as she prefers the lighter stuff ***NOT THAT WE HAVE PROBLEMS WITH THE OTHER, WE JUST HAVE PREFERENCES***) So men are more... physical; energetic; extreme; flamboyant; etc.. It's part of us. It's how we are made. Men are made to be strong and hefty, not dainty pew sitters.
Nail Polish
Officially a taboo thing for me. I wore black nail polish on one finger for one day and was asked more than 20 times what I had on my finger and why I would choose to do such a thing (even one was [jokingly] asking if I was gay now. No, I am not) Part of the interview with Mike Toupin had him explaining the cultural differences between America and most 3rd world Indian or African nations. He also covered some different peoples we have in America: Goth, prep, and all in between. The idea with the other countries is to not invade with the idea that 'my way [or our American way] is the right way'. Same goes with the sects in America. Upon encountering a Gothic teen, it would be of extensible rudeness to affront him/her with a demeaning statement like, "Why do you have to wear those things?" Truth be told, if I in fact decided to become of Gothic persuasion, I would highly disrespect anyone's comments of how strange it is. The matter is, again, not to judge. Work with people where they are. LEARN what they do and like, and respect them for their personal convictions. Love them. Encourage them to love others and serve others.
Japan
Sarah prayed for me tonight. I can't remember the whole thing, but it covered my intended trip to Japan. To be honest, I am very excited about going, yet also very nervous. Lately I have been very interested in doing new things and learning as much as I can on just about everything I can. I am taking the advice of Mike and attempting to learn Japanese. I am studying the culture, the history, the government, the geographics, the demographics, and the religions. I am absolutely fascinated with learning at this point (especially if it is exceptional insight from someone very wise on the topic). It makes me wonder about my purpose for these desires: to travel to the other side of the world, completely opposite of my whole life thus far; to learn EVERYTHING; to want to interact with people I don't know; to experience a change in life; to experience something other than what I've known since birth. Why would I have these desires, this drive, if I wasn't in some way destined to be apart of it?
Solidifying Faith
I've been reading Angels & Demons (bought it yesterday, almost done with it now..) The thing with most of what Dan Brown writes is its racy religious statements. I actually highly anticipate to hear his view and see his reasons. I look forward to hearing another side of the story. I like having my faith challenged. I like that there is a real opposition, not just an infinitesimal challenger we create to keep people in the church. He brings out some taboo ideas [taboo to the Christian church] and I greatly respect that. And not only that, but he writes with such amazing brilliance and talent, injecting history and fiction all in one, creating a wonderful world and intriguing story.
Men pt. 2
I really enjoy being physical. I love being rough with the guys, wrestling in the water, sports, racing, loud music, food, etc.. [I wanted to add women to that list, but I think it would have come misunderstood.. with more chivalry than the average male, I like women too ;D] Anything to show the strength of being manly (and impress the ladies) is an awesome time. Now that Joel is on a boat (motha f*****) it seems there might be slightly less of that... though I have succeeded in being a small addition to the Bacon's Castle society. We might be having a sport day after church this coming Sunday (which btw I get to lead *smack* - doing the interviews of all the local peoples)
I'm hungry now. Taco Salad??
Friday, June 5, 2009
My last cigarette...
I think I like when Christians are Christian instead of church-people. "Church is for people who like church, just like a moose or elk lodge is for people who like lodges"
I also like when people aren't extreme with their use of profanity, but don't talk in the completely sheltered vocabulary range of goody-Christians.
So if you aren't going to be at New Harvest (or weren't at New Harvest) on Sunday June 7th, then I'll just tell you that the guy who we videoed is cool because he says cuss words. Not that he was any good at it, but it was way funny and very down-to-earth. He told a story about this man (if you know the name of the man, please remind me: we stopped recording when this story was told) who went to a foreign country and was approached by two very young (12-13 years old) girls who offered to do anything he wanted all night long for $10. He almost walked away, but instead clarified, "Anything?" to which they affirmed. He invited them to his room, and gave them $10, and sat them down on the sofa to watch Disney movies all night. The man (while personally telling the story) said something like, "What the fuck am I doing?" and then stopped, having made this exclamation in a crowd of.. ahem.. 'holy people'.. and made this second statement, "You are more concerned with the fact that I used profanity in my story telling than you are for the two girls who will, for many years if not the rest of their lives, live on money received from prostitution."
Another instance where that kind of point was made was at a youth conference (probably Acquire the Fire) in which a very fun black lady told us all about different sexual things. When she inevitably told a statistic about how many men get and STD on their penis, she stopped and made the same statement about how we care more about what word she used than the outrageous amount of STD trafficking.
There are some things that are more important in the world than being a perfect saint. Its one thing to abstain from immoral actions, but when it makes relating to people who don't share the same qualities an awkward thing, it's time to adapt. I may not cuss, drink, smoke, dope up, sleep around, etc.. but I won't make my interactions with those who DO be negative. It's just not worth a bad example of Jesus to obnoxiously follow rules.
What I'm saying is this: Don't wince when someone blasts vulgarity; Don't scowl when people confess to 'naughty' things; Don't judge others. It's not your place
I also like when people aren't extreme with their use of profanity, but don't talk in the completely sheltered vocabulary range of goody-Christians.
So if you aren't going to be at New Harvest (or weren't at New Harvest) on Sunday June 7th, then I'll just tell you that the guy who we videoed is cool because he says cuss words. Not that he was any good at it, but it was way funny and very down-to-earth. He told a story about this man (if you know the name of the man, please remind me: we stopped recording when this story was told) who went to a foreign country and was approached by two very young (12-13 years old) girls who offered to do anything he wanted all night long for $10. He almost walked away, but instead clarified, "Anything?" to which they affirmed. He invited them to his room, and gave them $10, and sat them down on the sofa to watch Disney movies all night. The man (while personally telling the story) said something like, "What the fuck am I doing?" and then stopped, having made this exclamation in a crowd of.. ahem.. 'holy people'.. and made this second statement, "You are more concerned with the fact that I used profanity in my story telling than you are for the two girls who will, for many years if not the rest of their lives, live on money received from prostitution."
Another instance where that kind of point was made was at a youth conference (probably Acquire the Fire) in which a very fun black lady told us all about different sexual things. When she inevitably told a statistic about how many men get and STD on their penis, she stopped and made the same statement about how we care more about what word she used than the outrageous amount of STD trafficking.
There are some things that are more important in the world than being a perfect saint. Its one thing to abstain from immoral actions, but when it makes relating to people who don't share the same qualities an awkward thing, it's time to adapt. I may not cuss, drink, smoke, dope up, sleep around, etc.. but I won't make my interactions with those who DO be negative. It's just not worth a bad example of Jesus to obnoxiously follow rules.
What I'm saying is this: Don't wince when someone blasts vulgarity; Don't scowl when people confess to 'naughty' things; Don't judge others. It's not your place
OMGWTFBBQZ
I was looking at the books on the shelf at the Center the other day and spied one titled "The Revolution | A Field Manual for Changing Your World". Curious, I opened to see what it was about, synchronously asking Jason what it was about. He had never read it, and I proceeded to discover that it is a collection of several essay-like stories and articles about controversial issues the world over. By controversial, I mean that the chapters are titled,
"1) Clean Water
2) Gang Violence
3) Women's Rights
4) Fair Trade
5) Hunger
6) HIV/AIDS
7) Capital Punishment
8) War and Peace
9) Torture
10) The Environment
11) Human Trafficking and
12) Poverty".
So, as I was flipping through this book, I saw a quote placed at the beginning of the first chapter.
I would like to add that a giving person has already found a thirsty person before happening upon said glass.
Something from this morning at the Center:
"As I write, I see Bruce walking away from the Center, with his own special beat that drives his steps and posture. He is going to take care of some business and will be back soon. I love him. He entered this morning in a very subtle voice and pose, exclaiming a 'good morning' as he took a seat on the couch opposite me. An up-beat song serenaded the room, adding to his pep. He asked about my book, and listened intently as I described it. From that point until his harbinger of leave, he sat in content and joy, smiling and bouncing in time to the music. A quick look in the mirror, as is custom for him, showed his hat, a new white brim, correctly centered on his head. His upper raiment, a royal blue T-shirt, read 'COLLEGE' in box-like text. Enigma consumes the need and desire to be with and encourage Bruce. 'Love. For that is the greatest'"
"1) Clean Water
2) Gang Violence
3) Women's Rights
4) Fair Trade
5) Hunger
6) HIV/AIDS
7) Capital Punishment
8) War and Peace
9) Torture
10) The Environment
11) Human Trafficking and
12) Poverty".
So, as I was flipping through this book, I saw a quote placed at the beginning of the first chapter.
A pessimist, they say, sees a glass of water as being half empty; An optimist sees the same glass as half full. But a giving person sees a glass of water and starts looking for someone who might be thirsty" - G. Donald Gale
I would like to add that a giving person has already found a thirsty person before happening upon said glass.
Something from this morning at the Center:
"As I write, I see Bruce walking away from the Center, with his own special beat that drives his steps and posture. He is going to take care of some business and will be back soon. I love him. He entered this morning in a very subtle voice and pose, exclaiming a 'good morning' as he took a seat on the couch opposite me. An up-beat song serenaded the room, adding to his pep. He asked about my book, and listened intently as I described it. From that point until his harbinger of leave, he sat in content and joy, smiling and bouncing in time to the music. A quick look in the mirror, as is custom for him, showed his hat, a new white brim, correctly centered on his head. His upper raiment, a royal blue T-shirt, read 'COLLEGE' in box-like text. Enigma consumes the need and desire to be with and encourage Bruce. 'Love. For that is the greatest'"
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Tide Began to Rise
I learned a few things today. I also was greatly inspired. We met with Mike Toupin (he works with all these different companies to translate the text in the Bible into an understandable written language in places where there is either A) no written language B) has no copy of a Bible, period) I think some of the things that have happened to him and around him are absolutely amazing. He told a story about being adopted into the family of the oldest man in the village. He was literally the oldest man in the whole ethnic group. Something like 30,000 people. He had 6 wives (polygamists, there) and 25 children, over 100 grand children. He was too old to have any more kids, and so he named Mike "God loves me" (in his native language) and therefore adopted Mike and his wife and three kids to be his own. They all received special names, which he was able to use (the names) to explain the concept of Christ and God [the gospel of Christ] to many many people there. See, the interesting thing is that in most ethnic (or diverse language sects) groups, they have no actual concept of some things we validate easily (such as 'faith' or 'priest' - they had to create whole new ideas for them) However, most of these peoples have slight adaptations of Christ-like attributes in their histories and cultures. So in a way, one can relate Christ to a concept that they already understand, but he also warned against blindly teaching things (in one place, the closest word for 'priest' was the word that Islamic people use, and therefore would have caused a misunderstanding if used to describe Christ, or another of Christianity's priests - so they used what they knew from their version of priests [who intercede and sacrifice to ancestors] by saying that a 'priest' sacrifices to God himself on our behalf)
This talk made it easier to relate my desire to go to Japan, etc.. and how there are many more obstacles than I perceived; none of which are impossible to overcome. He mentioned that it take about 3 years to completely learn a language and culture (by 'completely' I mean 'speak it well enough that they don't smile and think "He's trying..."') I find it really hard to express the excitement I have when thinking about being involved with other cultures. The unity is off the charts, and the experiences are immeasurable.
To take something from this, he said you must be on two pillars: 1) flexibility and 2) being a learner.
You have to be flexible, bend from your norm (because other cultures are not always similar to yours)
Learn the culture / language: it's the biggest, most effective way to say I LOVE YOU
This talk made it easier to relate my desire to go to Japan, etc.. and how there are many more obstacles than I perceived; none of which are impossible to overcome. He mentioned that it take about 3 years to completely learn a language and culture (by 'completely' I mean 'speak it well enough that they don't smile and think "He's trying..."') I find it really hard to express the excitement I have when thinking about being involved with other cultures. The unity is off the charts, and the experiences are immeasurable.
To take something from this, he said you must be on two pillars: 1) flexibility and 2) being a learner.
You have to be flexible, bend from your norm (because other cultures are not always similar to yours)
Learn the culture / language: it's the biggest, most effective way to say I LOVE YOU
Music: Makes the people: Come together: Yeah
I've been working on my drum skyls lately. Its funny how much muscle you build from playing drums. We went to the Wiedel's house after the Steam and Gas Engine worship, and ate FOOD and played in the river. I'm finding it to be more and more enjoyable to be with people. While on the beach, someone kicked a soccer ball out in the water, and from then on it was a 'monkey-in-the-middle' style game of running and shoving and grabbing at the ball, while in the water. Then the men had wrestling competitions, which uses way more muscles than you knew existed. Joel took the sailboat out, which was pretty fun (and for the official record, we flipped the boat on purpose). I expect to wake up sore from all these ventures, but I never do. I'm not complaining. However, I do notice the sluggy responses from my arms, and when I try to do fast rolls on the drums it hurts, if not is impossible. So what do we learn from this? Repetition.
Jason and I are going to interview a man from Williamsburg about being a missionary. It has to do with a coming Sunday morning in which we'll be interviewing some local people about Christianity and such. But this guy can't make a live interview on Sunday, so we go to him.
I picked some strawberries at Sarah's house last night. I got 7 of them, and they were all very small, save one that could pass as a decent strawberry. I like walking out there in the open field. It's interesting how much of that property is hidden away and peaceful. I find it to be a blessing to be located in a town that has the option of being peaceful. So if you ever want to go for a walk in the woods, I'm in.
Jason and I are going to interview a man from Williamsburg about being a missionary. It has to do with a coming Sunday morning in which we'll be interviewing some local people about Christianity and such. But this guy can't make a live interview on Sunday, so we go to him.
I picked some strawberries at Sarah's house last night. I got 7 of them, and they were all very small, save one that could pass as a decent strawberry. I like walking out there in the open field. It's interesting how much of that property is hidden away and peaceful. I find it to be a blessing to be located in a town that has the option of being peaceful. So if you ever want to go for a walk in the woods, I'm in.
Monday, June 1, 2009
"Oh, voiceless; wasted: You've soaked your heart in gasoline, now light it up and burn"
"The scene is begging for a prayer tonight, it always will"
I've been thinking about 'begging' lately. I'm not sure why. It seems a concept we aren't used to in America. I mean, the idea of being on your knees and asking for something isn't too hard to fathom, but the thought of actually doing it is kinda cheesy. So what exactly would you be willing to get down low and cry, rage over? In places less fortunate, begging for life, mercy, release, justice, etc.. isn't a rare thing: it's a daily thing. So to me, begging reminds of a point of poverty, failure, captivity, slavery, etc.. NOTHING good. I think it would be good to experience a time where begging is necessary.
One other thought lately is about unity, or community. Socialism.
I LOVE (remember about how I only use love when referring to intimacy) getting with other people to eat, play music, play games, talk, socialize. It drives me (similarly to the way music drives me)
One final thought is about suicide. I find it amazing how the rate of suicide went up since the 'stock market doom of 09' - Japan is now at 100 a day. I can't even imagine why one would loathe anything so much as to take the aggression out on himself. I am not (or have not, rather) been immune to the ideas of committing suicide, but never to the point of acting on it (I weigh all options anyway, but rarely act on any of them; I like to know every angle of every thing) So for those of you plotting, please don't, cause it makes me sad.
Something we were talking about a while back was the way we relate to people. One of those ways is through failures. So I encourage you to express said failures, for 2 results are becoming of release: Connectivity and Relaxation.
I've been thinking about 'begging' lately. I'm not sure why. It seems a concept we aren't used to in America. I mean, the idea of being on your knees and asking for something isn't too hard to fathom, but the thought of actually doing it is kinda cheesy. So what exactly would you be willing to get down low and cry, rage over? In places less fortunate, begging for life, mercy, release, justice, etc.. isn't a rare thing: it's a daily thing. So to me, begging reminds of a point of poverty, failure, captivity, slavery, etc.. NOTHING good. I think it would be good to experience a time where begging is necessary.
One other thought lately is about unity, or community. Socialism.
I LOVE (remember about how I only use love when referring to intimacy) getting with other people to eat, play music, play games, talk, socialize. It drives me (similarly to the way music drives me)
One final thought is about suicide. I find it amazing how the rate of suicide went up since the 'stock market doom of 09' - Japan is now at 100 a day. I can't even imagine why one would loathe anything so much as to take the aggression out on himself. I am not (or have not, rather) been immune to the ideas of committing suicide, but never to the point of acting on it (I weigh all options anyway, but rarely act on any of them; I like to know every angle of every thing) So for those of you plotting, please don't, cause it makes me sad.
Something we were talking about a while back was the way we relate to people. One of those ways is through failures. So I encourage you to express said failures, for 2 results are becoming of release: Connectivity and Relaxation.
Refreshing
I had a neat time with my grand mother this morning. We had talked a bit on Sunday night about writing music together, something I have been trying to work out since the end of the semester. We talked a lot about music and differences in generations. And I got to eat lots of Swedish Pancakes.
-I'll make a note now that I anticipated an unspoken understanding, and that was a bad assumption. I want to write music that is NOT worship; NOT for Christian people. I think people take that as "Sam doesn't want to be a safe, good Christian and stick to the safe places" and thats almost it exactly. Art made a comment the other day that almost sounded like an excuse to not be involved with the *sinners* of the world, something to the effect of "if you hang out with bad people, you will turn into a bad person." In a way, he's right. But he is also way wrong. He did redeem himself after that by saying that we have to be anchored to Christ before being involved with others. Meh, I say. I'll also note that I hate "Christian Phrases" and therefore go to great lengths to keep from saying them.
So I don't like getting stuck in the "Christian Book Store" and using the "Christian Dictionary" as a guide for my vocabulary.-
I began reading the book "Wild Goose Chase" by Mark Batterson. I found my purpose in life: Nomad! I don't want to stay in one place too long.
I want to live dangerously. I want to be in the fray. I want to have hard times and work through them. I want to have a purpose beyond being part of a club and getting more people to join said club.
I will make people feel uncomfortable. It's time things were shaken.
-I'll make a note now that I anticipated an unspoken understanding, and that was a bad assumption. I want to write music that is NOT worship; NOT for Christian people. I think people take that as "Sam doesn't want to be a safe, good Christian and stick to the safe places" and thats almost it exactly. Art made a comment the other day that almost sounded like an excuse to not be involved with the *sinners* of the world, something to the effect of "if you hang out with bad people, you will turn into a bad person." In a way, he's right. But he is also way wrong. He did redeem himself after that by saying that we have to be anchored to Christ before being involved with others. Meh, I say. I'll also note that I hate "Christian Phrases" and therefore go to great lengths to keep from saying them.
So I don't like getting stuck in the "Christian Book Store" and using the "Christian Dictionary" as a guide for my vocabulary.-
I began reading the book "Wild Goose Chase" by Mark Batterson. I found my purpose in life: Nomad! I don't want to stay in one place too long.
I want to live dangerously. I want to be in the fray. I want to have hard times and work through them. I want to have a purpose beyond being part of a club and getting more people to join said club.
I will make people feel uncomfortable. It's time things were shaken.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wound in Bailing Wire
Hirohito, the emperor of Japan up till 1989, had an amazing childhood. Literally groomed, day in and day out, to be an emperor. I feel lazy to have accomplished so little in my life in comparison to him.
Something amazing struck me while reading the book 'Hirohito and the Making of Modern Japan' by Herbert P. Bix. Most Asian countries support, from a governmental angle (almost forming the country religion) the concepts of Confucianism. Japan is not exempt from this leading, and has applied many aspects of Confucian principles. A teacher of his, Sigiura, had taught him of ways to guide his behavior. "To Sigiura these were embodied in the three imperial regalia of sword, jewel, and bronze mirror... they denoted the three virtues every monarch should possess: courage, intelligence, and benevolence." (63) Benevolence wasn't in my vocabulary until this real-world usage. Now the concept this nation-wide benevolence was in reference to obedience to the emperor.
I saw a movie this week called "Faith Like Potatoes", which takes place in South Africa, somewhat modern-time. There were a couple instances where a severe circumstance occurred. In one, a fire had jumped across the road way. The main character then drove to get help, while the other workers stayed and fought the fire with branch beating. As the intensity rose, the main character had returned to help, and called out to his South African friend, saying they need to pray for rain. The friend replied (in Zuni) that it isn't rain season and it won't rain. This banter went for a while, until the main character prayed himself out loud. Rain came immediately. Another situation presented was a young girl getting struck by lightning. She was killed instantly, and the relatives took her inside. The main character (same as before) was there, and, having just read in the Bible about people rising from the dead, proceeded to pray for God to bring her life back. She regained life.
I make these references to show something: The benevolence inculcated in the Japanese meant that they would do service for causes beyond themselves. The man in this movie acted on truths presented in the Christian's holy book.
In the American Christian church, we see some lacking of both of those qualities. In followers of Christ, those should be the defining qualities. Self-sacrifice. Faith in the power of God. Unconditional love.
Something amazing struck me while reading the book 'Hirohito and the Making of Modern Japan' by Herbert P. Bix. Most Asian countries support, from a governmental angle (almost forming the country religion) the concepts of Confucianism. Japan is not exempt from this leading, and has applied many aspects of Confucian principles. A teacher of his, Sigiura, had taught him of ways to guide his behavior. "To Sigiura these were embodied in the three imperial regalia of sword, jewel, and bronze mirror... they denoted the three virtues every monarch should possess: courage, intelligence, and benevolence." (63) Benevolence wasn't in my vocabulary until this real-world usage. Now the concept this nation-wide benevolence was in reference to obedience to the emperor.
"Thus Sigiura taught that in foreign countries the relationship between ruler and ruled was determined by power and limited to submission, whereas in Japan, 'the emperor rules the people without power. Benevolence has been planted so deeply in the minds of the people that the sovereign/subject relationship has become indestructible. Therefore the people joyfully submit themselves to the emperor.'" (64-65)
I saw a movie this week called "Faith Like Potatoes", which takes place in South Africa, somewhat modern-time. There were a couple instances where a severe circumstance occurred. In one, a fire had jumped across the road way. The main character then drove to get help, while the other workers stayed and fought the fire with branch beating. As the intensity rose, the main character had returned to help, and called out to his South African friend, saying they need to pray for rain. The friend replied (in Zuni) that it isn't rain season and it won't rain. This banter went for a while, until the main character prayed himself out loud. Rain came immediately. Another situation presented was a young girl getting struck by lightning. She was killed instantly, and the relatives took her inside. The main character (same as before) was there, and, having just read in the Bible about people rising from the dead, proceeded to pray for God to bring her life back. She regained life.
I make these references to show something: The benevolence inculcated in the Japanese meant that they would do service for causes beyond themselves. The man in this movie acted on truths presented in the Christian's holy book.
In the American Christian church, we see some lacking of both of those qualities. In followers of Christ, those should be the defining qualities. Self-sacrifice. Faith in the power of God. Unconditional love.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Athens, Greece
"And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we'd regret
So we just take it back,
These words and hold our breath
Forget the things we swore we meant"
-Here We Go Again, Paramore
It's amazing what some people think of other people. In reading this you might assume that it's automatically a negatively directed thought, but actually not nearly: it's more directed to the positive.
Last night was the 4th consecutive Impact Surry prayer meeting. The largest, most obvious difference was the growth of participants. Every week there have been more involved than the previous. 8 on the 3rd, 14 the 10th, and 21 last night. We also had FOOD (BIG IMPORTANT THING)
Lets also look at the interesting thing: The way we 'get' prayer requests (for the most part) is through those boxes we put around town. The majority of requests received have actually come straight from the people at the meetings. Not that this is bad: I mean, we do have 20 people who are highly diverse, enough to encounter MANY needs and MANY people. I could list everyone and why they would know at least 500 people, of whom at least 50% have expressed open concerns and requests.
So we are back to the topic of what people think of other people.
During this prayer time, there couldn't have been a single negative word spoken against any of those requests. And somewhere near the end we grouped into 3 large sections. We prayed for the things that were close to us: people we personally know, etc. And suddenly Mrs. Bull just starts crying and says, "I'm sorry for crying, it's just that I love to pray, and I'm so happy that there are so many people here that want to pray. I need to pray; I live to pray.." and the rest was drowned by tears.
The age range of our group was large: at least half were under 25. There were people from at least 4 different churches.
After the prayer time dwindled, Jason presented some questions for the group, and from there sprang the most intellectual and heart-deep discussion. As Jay put it, "We became Athens tonight." What makes it so unique is the whole idea: 21 people, different backgrounds, ages and locations, and all together, openly discussing important issues. And we were all in a good mood :D
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we'd regret
So we just take it back,
These words and hold our breath
Forget the things we swore we meant"
-Here We Go Again, Paramore
It's amazing what some people think of other people. In reading this you might assume that it's automatically a negatively directed thought, but actually not nearly: it's more directed to the positive.
Last night was the 4th consecutive Impact Surry prayer meeting. The largest, most obvious difference was the growth of participants. Every week there have been more involved than the previous. 8 on the 3rd, 14 the 10th, and 21 last night. We also had FOOD (BIG IMPORTANT THING)
Lets also look at the interesting thing: The way we 'get' prayer requests (for the most part) is through those boxes we put around town. The majority of requests received have actually come straight from the people at the meetings. Not that this is bad: I mean, we do have 20 people who are highly diverse, enough to encounter MANY needs and MANY people. I could list everyone and why they would know at least 500 people, of whom at least 50% have expressed open concerns and requests.
So we are back to the topic of what people think of other people.
During this prayer time, there couldn't have been a single negative word spoken against any of those requests. And somewhere near the end we grouped into 3 large sections. We prayed for the things that were close to us: people we personally know, etc. And suddenly Mrs. Bull just starts crying and says, "I'm sorry for crying, it's just that I love to pray, and I'm so happy that there are so many people here that want to pray. I need to pray; I live to pray.." and the rest was drowned by tears.
The age range of our group was large: at least half were under 25. There were people from at least 4 different churches.
After the prayer time dwindled, Jason presented some questions for the group, and from there sprang the most intellectual and heart-deep discussion. As Jay put it, "We became Athens tonight." What makes it so unique is the whole idea: 21 people, different backgrounds, ages and locations, and all together, openly discussing important issues. And we were all in a good mood :D
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I'm a Masochist!
"Raise the lifeless
Die to fight this
Stand beside me
Storm the gates of Hell"
-Demon Hunter
As one who derives joy from pain, lets remember one thing: I'm not seriously a masochist.
I think I would call it dedicated.
I got poison ivy, and, instead of wallowing and waiting it out, I decided to fight back. Yeah! So, thinking about all the functions of the body in my "how things work" mentality, I undermined the best way to rid myself of poison ivy: "Let it all out, Get it all out, Rip it out, Remove it. Don't be alarmed when the wound begins to bleed"
I found a razor and began shaving at all the bumps. Then, I followed up with bleach. Ah, delicious bleach. Applications never were more fun. This is where the masochism / dedication clash. See, I enjoy the pain - why? Because I know that it is healing me. I know that I am getting rid of the bad, making way for the good. I think that it is perfectly fine to endure pain with joy, knowing the outcome. When you put alcohol on an open wound, it's pro's outweigh the con's.
Thinking in the mindset of a Christ follower, then, would it not be best to endure the pain of [this world] with the knowledge of the [world to come]?
Do the right things. Whats the worst that could happen?
(Little shout out to Heidi on the "living dangerous" thing)
I love the words to that song (and the music / vocals [screams, rather] aren't too bad) "Die to fight this." Can you really say you would?
I, being a male, am into the violence and stuff. I remember telling mom about how I wish there was just an enemy. One thing, that we could see, and rally against, and defeat. Something tangible. Something that can be, at once, up, then fall because of our determination.
Then Jesus has to go with the whole, "Turn the other cheek" - basically "We don't roll that way anymore. The times of giant wars are over - no more physical enemies, only invisible and enacting enemies" (we don't fight flesh and blood, but powers and principalities, anyone?)
So what is left for us, who are so aggressive? Pray with veins coming out of your face? Really dig in and write that letter to the government? God, we've become so lame in our wars.. How does one actually rid oneself of the urges that God instinctively designed him to feel?
Die to fight this
Stand beside me
Storm the gates of Hell"
-Demon Hunter
As one who derives joy from pain, lets remember one thing: I'm not seriously a masochist.
I think I would call it dedicated.
I got poison ivy, and, instead of wallowing and waiting it out, I decided to fight back. Yeah! So, thinking about all the functions of the body in my "how things work" mentality, I undermined the best way to rid myself of poison ivy: "Let it all out, Get it all out, Rip it out, Remove it. Don't be alarmed when the wound begins to bleed"
I found a razor and began shaving at all the bumps. Then, I followed up with bleach. Ah, delicious bleach. Applications never were more fun. This is where the masochism / dedication clash. See, I enjoy the pain - why? Because I know that it is healing me. I know that I am getting rid of the bad, making way for the good. I think that it is perfectly fine to endure pain with joy, knowing the outcome. When you put alcohol on an open wound, it's pro's outweigh the con's.
Thinking in the mindset of a Christ follower, then, would it not be best to endure the pain of [this world] with the knowledge of the [world to come]?
Do the right things. Whats the worst that could happen?
(Little shout out to Heidi on the "living dangerous" thing)
I love the words to that song (and the music / vocals [screams, rather] aren't too bad) "Die to fight this." Can you really say you would?
I, being a male, am into the violence and stuff. I remember telling mom about how I wish there was just an enemy. One thing, that we could see, and rally against, and defeat. Something tangible. Something that can be, at once, up, then fall because of our determination.
Then Jesus has to go with the whole, "Turn the other cheek" - basically "We don't roll that way anymore. The times of giant wars are over - no more physical enemies, only invisible and enacting enemies" (we don't fight flesh and blood, but powers and principalities, anyone?)
So what is left for us, who are so aggressive? Pray with veins coming out of your face? Really dig in and write that letter to the government? God, we've become so lame in our wars.. How does one actually rid oneself of the urges that God instinctively designed him to feel?
Servant
I'll start with a line or two from Demon Hunter:
"I need a heart
that carries on through the pain
When the walls start collapsing again.
Give me a soul
that never ceases to follow,
Despite the infection within"
-Deteriorate
I've talked about a day to just rest before, and I really think it is important enough to say so here. I mowed the grass today. That seems like little, and rather it also seems like a requirement, and thats exactly what I'm getting at. I absolutely despise using the typical methods of biblical relation, so I'm gonna put it into story mode and we'll all be happy.
So there was this family - ok, so it was a huge family. Not what we know of in America - probably not one that we've ever seen other than this one time in history. This family was enormous: thousands of people living in one place. They were outcasts, the dirt of the earth, the slaves of a conglomerate. Every thing they did was under the watch of someone else who had no pity on them, and more likely had hatred by default for them. This family was forced into hard physical labor, the kind of stuff we see now in Africa (where people must work the full extent of their life to pay off an incredibly small debt). They had to labor in the heat, every day, all day, and were given very little comforts, very few means of survival beyond the basics to keep breathing. Old and young alike, the cruelty was unrivaled.
This is wrong.
How do you know it's wrong? Is it because there is cruelty? Is it because they must work without breaks or vacations?
What if we rearranged the story just a tad.. Lets say these people were simply highly ambitious. They worked every day because they wanted to build the most amazing resume, or construct the largest monument (to... themselves?)
Is that wrong?
Some might say, "What's wrong with ambition? If someone can out-play the next player, then more power to him" right? Now, I have to quote some bible here, but meh..
This family was eventually set free. Yeah, completely free. It was such a massive ordeal that there were books and stories and songs and plays and monuments built for hundreds and hundreds of years. This was a BIG deal. No longer were they under a heavy, immovable tyrant of injustice. They were completely free.
Upon their freedom, they are given a few things to do - not like a checklist, but a "do unto others" kind of thing. At that point, God was showing himself to this family through a couple dudes. These men were "made as God to pharaoh." They showed the compassion that God has for His people, and then the massive amounts of annoying things God can do to people who don't like His people.
In the next chapter of the lives of this family, they were taken to a mountain and told how to be like God to the rest of the world - along with being told to actually DO those things.
Heres the part which is amazing: God actually said to them (in my paraphrase) "Look at yourself. You worked every day of your life. No more. When I made the world, I even took a day off. I am giving you a FREE DAY - realize that you are NOT a machine, you are NOT made solely for work. You were made for so much more... TAKE the time to NOT do something, no matter how hard it is"
My day is Thursday. I usually plan on having dinner with someone, or maybe going to get bread. I have vowed to refuse being forced into service on Thursdays. There is nothing that says I won't relax on other days, or that I won't help out in an emergency on a Thursday, but when it comes to planning stuff, I stick to planning people time, time to increase my love. Time to recoup and prepare for the weekend. Time to think about my life. Time...
So may you come to a place where you can throw aside all the "have to's" and relax for a day - yes, people will say you are lazy, but God designed you for it: take it!
"I need a heart
that carries on through the pain
When the walls start collapsing again.
Give me a soul
that never ceases to follow,
Despite the infection within"
-Deteriorate
I've talked about a day to just rest before, and I really think it is important enough to say so here. I mowed the grass today. That seems like little, and rather it also seems like a requirement, and thats exactly what I'm getting at. I absolutely despise using the typical methods of biblical relation, so I'm gonna put it into story mode and we'll all be happy.
So there was this family - ok, so it was a huge family. Not what we know of in America - probably not one that we've ever seen other than this one time in history. This family was enormous: thousands of people living in one place. They were outcasts, the dirt of the earth, the slaves of a conglomerate. Every thing they did was under the watch of someone else who had no pity on them, and more likely had hatred by default for them. This family was forced into hard physical labor, the kind of stuff we see now in Africa (where people must work the full extent of their life to pay off an incredibly small debt). They had to labor in the heat, every day, all day, and were given very little comforts, very few means of survival beyond the basics to keep breathing. Old and young alike, the cruelty was unrivaled.
This is wrong.
How do you know it's wrong? Is it because there is cruelty? Is it because they must work without breaks or vacations?
What if we rearranged the story just a tad.. Lets say these people were simply highly ambitious. They worked every day because they wanted to build the most amazing resume, or construct the largest monument (to... themselves?)
Is that wrong?
Some might say, "What's wrong with ambition? If someone can out-play the next player, then more power to him" right? Now, I have to quote some bible here, but meh..
This family was eventually set free. Yeah, completely free. It was such a massive ordeal that there were books and stories and songs and plays and monuments built for hundreds and hundreds of years. This was a BIG deal. No longer were they under a heavy, immovable tyrant of injustice. They were completely free.
Upon their freedom, they are given a few things to do - not like a checklist, but a "do unto others" kind of thing. At that point, God was showing himself to this family through a couple dudes. These men were "made as God to pharaoh." They showed the compassion that God has for His people, and then the massive amounts of annoying things God can do to people who don't like His people.
In the next chapter of the lives of this family, they were taken to a mountain and told how to be like God to the rest of the world - along with being told to actually DO those things.
Heres the part which is amazing: God actually said to them (in my paraphrase) "Look at yourself. You worked every day of your life. No more. When I made the world, I even took a day off. I am giving you a FREE DAY - realize that you are NOT a machine, you are NOT made solely for work. You were made for so much more... TAKE the time to NOT do something, no matter how hard it is"
My day is Thursday. I usually plan on having dinner with someone, or maybe going to get bread. I have vowed to refuse being forced into service on Thursdays. There is nothing that says I won't relax on other days, or that I won't help out in an emergency on a Thursday, but when it comes to planning stuff, I stick to planning people time, time to increase my love. Time to recoup and prepare for the weekend. Time to think about my life. Time...
So may you come to a place where you can throw aside all the "have to's" and relax for a day - yes, people will say you are lazy, but God designed you for it: take it!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
King Itchy
Quite a normal day.
I had the chance to play drums today, with no one around. I like the freedom. Joel had said that I need to "grow some" cause I was pretty weak on Sunday. I completely understand where he's coming from. The only defense I have is purely this: it's Sunday morning, and old people. Not to be hatin' on tha playas, but they be old, yo. Old people don't seem to like when young people play their loud music and wear weird clothes. But my intentions aren't even in that range. To present it from the "doe-eyed Bambi watching his mother get shot and strapped to the back of a van" perspective, I've been (or seen others in my position) chastised for playing freely. Its worship for crying out loud! I understand that theres a certain amount of conformity needed in order to create an atmosphere, but honestly, who is it for? What ranks in more importance? Lets have some option, and sit in front of each other, giving our justification for picking option A vs B. Who is it for?
I remember thinking about how rude it was when people would open their eyes during prayers. Or when someone didn't know that a group was praying, and you felt the need to quietly gesture to them to be quiet while the prayer was finished. What a bunch of lame crap. Who cares? Aren't Christ followers supposed to "pray without ceasing" anyway? What makes the difference if one person interrupts a whole 30 seconds of ONE prayer out of the whole rest of your life?
The same with worship time. I thought it was absolutely a bad thing if something happened NOT according to schedule or just not usual to our typical stuff. And for what? Who is it for? Let's imagine that someone comes in asking for something to eat. What if someone died in the service? Imagine a demonic inhabitant of some sort making a huge scene. Imagine the power going out. Imagine if the chairs all collapsed. Imagine having the building caught on fire. Imagine a plane or car crash nearby.
So it might be easy in some of those cases to say, "Well of course I'd stop and help." - but wouldn't you feel as though you weren't holy enough afterward?
What if you missed church one week? OMG.
What if a friend missed church one week? Not so bad?
What if church wasn't observed one week? Move on?
What if you weren't allowed to meet in public, legally?
What if people talk during the sermon?
What if people leave during the sermon?
What if people are mean to you because you won't spend time with them on Sunday morning because you have to be at a religious event?
What if the average church meeting moved to Saturday night? Saturday morning? Friday night?
During worship, think about yourself. Who are you presenting your body to? Who are you giving adoration? Who are you focusing on? This is NOT one of those "OK kids, it's time to learn how to worship without feeling like everyone is watching you, cause its all for God anyway" things. Everyone IS watching you. Everyone IS scrutinizing you. WHO CARES? If you are as crazy in love with God as you label yourself, then I WANT to see it, cause that means its possible.
I don't believe in labeling things as "Christian" because it's a synonym for "safe".
I don't believe in 'blessing the food' immediately before eating it.
I don't believe that God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, or any patriarch, ever intended for Christ / God-followers / obeyers to meet systematically.
When will the American 'church' start acting like the freakin church already?
When is the Kingdom of God going to be realized as not after death and the end of the world but RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW?
When are you, yes you, reader, going to give your life to something other than yourself? That line is taken such as cliche, maybe even passed over so simply, but think about it. When will you devote every ounce of your existence, your thought process, your muscles, your love, your emotions, your money, your time, your effort..
If "Christians" don't start acting like Christians, I say kick them out.
It's rough life. It's time some people started taking it seriously, cause so far it's been a joke
I had the chance to play drums today, with no one around. I like the freedom. Joel had said that I need to "grow some" cause I was pretty weak on Sunday. I completely understand where he's coming from. The only defense I have is purely this: it's Sunday morning, and old people. Not to be hatin' on tha playas, but they be old, yo. Old people don't seem to like when young people play their loud music and wear weird clothes. But my intentions aren't even in that range. To present it from the "doe-eyed Bambi watching his mother get shot and strapped to the back of a van" perspective, I've been (or seen others in my position) chastised for playing freely. Its worship for crying out loud! I understand that theres a certain amount of conformity needed in order to create an atmosphere, but honestly, who is it for? What ranks in more importance? Lets have some option, and sit in front of each other, giving our justification for picking option A vs B. Who is it for?
I remember thinking about how rude it was when people would open their eyes during prayers. Or when someone didn't know that a group was praying, and you felt the need to quietly gesture to them to be quiet while the prayer was finished. What a bunch of lame crap. Who cares? Aren't Christ followers supposed to "pray without ceasing" anyway? What makes the difference if one person interrupts a whole 30 seconds of ONE prayer out of the whole rest of your life?
The same with worship time. I thought it was absolutely a bad thing if something happened NOT according to schedule or just not usual to our typical stuff. And for what? Who is it for? Let's imagine that someone comes in asking for something to eat. What if someone died in the service? Imagine a demonic inhabitant of some sort making a huge scene. Imagine the power going out. Imagine if the chairs all collapsed. Imagine having the building caught on fire. Imagine a plane or car crash nearby.
So it might be easy in some of those cases to say, "Well of course I'd stop and help." - but wouldn't you feel as though you weren't holy enough afterward?
What if you missed church one week? OMG.
What if a friend missed church one week? Not so bad?
What if church wasn't observed one week? Move on?
What if you weren't allowed to meet in public, legally?
What if people talk during the sermon?
What if people leave during the sermon?
What if people are mean to you because you won't spend time with them on Sunday morning because you have to be at a religious event?
What if the average church meeting moved to Saturday night? Saturday morning? Friday night?
During worship, think about yourself. Who are you presenting your body to? Who are you giving adoration? Who are you focusing on? This is NOT one of those "OK kids, it's time to learn how to worship without feeling like everyone is watching you, cause its all for God anyway" things. Everyone IS watching you. Everyone IS scrutinizing you. WHO CARES? If you are as crazy in love with God as you label yourself, then I WANT to see it, cause that means its possible.
I don't believe in labeling things as "Christian" because it's a synonym for "safe".
I don't believe in 'blessing the food' immediately before eating it.
I don't believe that God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, or any patriarch, ever intended for Christ / God-followers / obeyers to meet systematically.
When will the American 'church' start acting like the freakin church already?
When is the Kingdom of God going to be realized as not after death and the end of the world but RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW?
When are you, yes you, reader, going to give your life to something other than yourself? That line is taken such as cliche, maybe even passed over so simply, but think about it. When will you devote every ounce of your existence, your thought process, your muscles, your love, your emotions, your money, your time, your effort..
If "Christians" don't start acting like Christians, I say kick them out.
It's rough life. It's time some people started taking it seriously, cause so far it's been a joke
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