So it has begun. I sit here in Wanda's at the start of the third week of school already behind in assignments for all 4 of my classes. So I blogg.
I seem to be losing at lots of things lately. Like one, I lost like 3 ebay bids this week. Two, I have lost the desire to eat at the caf already. Three, I am really into watching the 2nd season of Lost on DVD with my roomates. Four, I'm in a losing battle with school, and I fear I'll keep losing. Five, I lost a friend last night to a motorcycle accident.
Pray for Kyle's family. Kyle died yesterday evening in a motorcycle accident. He was a Jr. or Senior here at CBU. Pray for his girlfriend Sara. Sara and I went on a mission trip together to Panama.
I ran 3 and a half miles last night and felt really good. I don't even feel sore today. Maybe I'll get those sweet Nike shoes that connect to my ipod nano and tell me all the stats of my run. Perhaps one day a triathalon for me?
Monday, September 18, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
emotionally retarded
This week has been strange.
I think God is definitely working on me. I’ve told before about how God is humbling me and that I feel Him working. Being humbled is not really fun. It’s embarrassing actually. That has been the overwhelming emotion lately.
Today I talked with Mike about some feelings I’ve been having about ministry. He had some really good thinks to say – and made me feel not alone in some of my thoughts. I think I’m a questioner. I don’t like to say doubter, but questioner. I’ve been thinking about whether or not I’m supposed to be in ministry at all. Pretty heavy stuff for a guy that’s studying ministry at school, currently working at a church with 2 semi (or as Mike would say quasi)-important roles, and planning on attending seminary after graduation. My fear is that I would assume my way to these positions – assume that this is where God wanted me just because I found myself there. I don’t want to do that. It brings about strange emotions that I’m not quite sure I can express. It’s sort of a yearn for intimacy with God like I’ve never had mixed with humility and introvertedness (I’m not sure if those are necessarily emotions, but whatever they are that’s what I’m feeling).
Also, one of my good friend’s dad just died tonight. I’m not quite sure how to deal with that either. I think I’m emotionally retarded. When I found out about his death, one of my first thoughts was, “I wish there was a book I could read to tell me how to react.” I am mostly just really sad for my friend. I know his dad is in heaven right now, but that doesn’t make things happy, really. Sure it makes it better.
And lastly me and whitney just got Costco cards together. That’s what married people do. That sort of brings up other, much stranger to me, emotions.
I like that journaling (I prefer journaling to blogging) gives me freedom to just say what I think, even if it’s wrong or insensitive. It’s just me. Plus I think only Mike reads these anyway - and he knows me pretty well.
I think God is definitely working on me. I’ve told before about how God is humbling me and that I feel Him working. Being humbled is not really fun. It’s embarrassing actually. That has been the overwhelming emotion lately.
Today I talked with Mike about some feelings I’ve been having about ministry. He had some really good thinks to say – and made me feel not alone in some of my thoughts. I think I’m a questioner. I don’t like to say doubter, but questioner. I’ve been thinking about whether or not I’m supposed to be in ministry at all. Pretty heavy stuff for a guy that’s studying ministry at school, currently working at a church with 2 semi (or as Mike would say quasi)-important roles, and planning on attending seminary after graduation. My fear is that I would assume my way to these positions – assume that this is where God wanted me just because I found myself there. I don’t want to do that. It brings about strange emotions that I’m not quite sure I can express. It’s sort of a yearn for intimacy with God like I’ve never had mixed with humility and introvertedness (I’m not sure if those are necessarily emotions, but whatever they are that’s what I’m feeling).
Also, one of my good friend’s dad just died tonight. I’m not quite sure how to deal with that either. I think I’m emotionally retarded. When I found out about his death, one of my first thoughts was, “I wish there was a book I could read to tell me how to react.” I am mostly just really sad for my friend. I know his dad is in heaven right now, but that doesn’t make things happy, really. Sure it makes it better.
And lastly me and whitney just got Costco cards together. That’s what married people do. That sort of brings up other, much stranger to me, emotions.
I like that journaling (I prefer journaling to blogging) gives me freedom to just say what I think, even if it’s wrong or insensitive. It’s just me. Plus I think only Mike reads these anyway - and he knows me pretty well.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
I'm a mac
So it's true. I bought a MacBook the other day. I've fallen in love all over again. I had no idea that all the trouble and confusion in my life was because I was using a PC. My life is wonderful now that I'm a mac. Everything is simple and user-freindly. Also, I've heard that macs can't get viruses - but then I just heard (the day i bought it) that there are some new viruses made for macs that really mess them up. If that's true, i'm still better off because there are only a few, and I'll try to avoid the 'download mac viruses' webpages.
School starts soon and I'm excited to put her to good use.
School starts soon and I'm excited to put her to good use.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Under Construction
RA training is almost over! I cannot wait until the routine of school kicks in. However much I enjoy not being tied down to a set routine, I think the horror of constant business outside of a routine is worse.
I think I'm pretty drained. It's a good thing though. Almost like I am passing "Go" after a super long journey around the board (if I may use a Monopoly analogy). I definitely think that God has been working in me. Since I've been stressed/drained daily I feel broken before Him a lot. It's good for me to soak up this perspective of humility before Him. I'm going to try to work on it for even when I'm not stressed/drained.
Thanks God for still working on me.
I think I'm pretty drained. It's a good thing though. Almost like I am passing "Go" after a super long journey around the board (if I may use a Monopoly analogy). I definitely think that God has been working in me. Since I've been stressed/drained daily I feel broken before Him a lot. It's good for me to soak up this perspective of humility before Him. I'm going to try to work on it for even when I'm not stressed/drained.
Thanks God for still working on me.
Book Meme
Here it is:
1. One book that changed your life: Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire by Cymbala (Jim I think?) I picked this one up from my dad's bookshelf for no good reason. I read it and realized how naked my prayer life was. It's an incredible testimony of what prayer can do. Be careful ... it's convicting.
2. One book that you’ve read more than once: Grapes of Wrath. Once in High School and once in College. I didn't like it the first time, but I did the second time. It mentions Fresno at the end, for all who care about Fresno.
3. One book you’d want on a desert island: Guinness Book of World records. I've always found myself pre-occupied with these books when in school or the doctors office. I think it would take up a good amount of my lonely time on the island, plus it might inspire me to do something like build the worlds largest sand castle ... then live in it.
4. One book that made you laugh: Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. Mike, who tagged me to do this list, wrote that book for his answer - and i simply deleted his commentary to put in mine, cause we have the same answer. My favorite chapter is the one about penguin sex.
5. One book that made you cry: Well, I don't know if I cried ... but it was close. Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. Its a novel based on the story of Hosea (the prophet in the Bible). Whitney wanted me to read it cause it's a mooshy love story. I haven't finished it yet, but plan to. And I didn't cry.
6. One book you wish had been written: I wish my dad wrote a journal of his life growing up til present and gave it to me. I think I would have learned a lot from that one.
7. One book you wish had never been written: Great Expectations. I had to read it in 7th grade! Who does that? It was horrible for my little mind to read that old English and try to understand. It definitely turned me off to reading for a while ... until Harry Potter came out.
8. One book you’re currently reading: Hurt: inside the world of today's teenagers. I should have finished it by now, but I'm working on it.
9. One book you’ve been meaning to read: Purpose Driven Youth Ministry by Fields. It's on my desk staring at me.
10. One book you’d like to write: I don't know that I have anything to say/teach yet. Maybe someday I could write about my bivocational experience as a Youth Pastor and owner of a Pizza Parlor. I like pizza.
1. One book that changed your life: Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire by Cymbala (Jim I think?) I picked this one up from my dad's bookshelf for no good reason. I read it and realized how naked my prayer life was. It's an incredible testimony of what prayer can do. Be careful ... it's convicting.
2. One book that you’ve read more than once: Grapes of Wrath. Once in High School and once in College. I didn't like it the first time, but I did the second time. It mentions Fresno at the end, for all who care about Fresno.
3. One book you’d want on a desert island: Guinness Book of World records. I've always found myself pre-occupied with these books when in school or the doctors office. I think it would take up a good amount of my lonely time on the island, plus it might inspire me to do something like build the worlds largest sand castle ... then live in it.
4. One book that made you laugh: Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. Mike, who tagged me to do this list, wrote that book for his answer - and i simply deleted his commentary to put in mine, cause we have the same answer. My favorite chapter is the one about penguin sex.
5. One book that made you cry: Well, I don't know if I cried ... but it was close. Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. Its a novel based on the story of Hosea (the prophet in the Bible). Whitney wanted me to read it cause it's a mooshy love story. I haven't finished it yet, but plan to. And I didn't cry.
6. One book you wish had been written: I wish my dad wrote a journal of his life growing up til present and gave it to me. I think I would have learned a lot from that one.
7. One book you wish had never been written: Great Expectations. I had to read it in 7th grade! Who does that? It was horrible for my little mind to read that old English and try to understand. It definitely turned me off to reading for a while ... until Harry Potter came out.
8. One book you’re currently reading: Hurt: inside the world of today's teenagers. I should have finished it by now, but I'm working on it.
9. One book you’ve been meaning to read: Purpose Driven Youth Ministry by Fields. It's on my desk staring at me.
10. One book you’d like to write: I don't know that I have anything to say/teach yet. Maybe someday I could write about my bivocational experience as a Youth Pastor and owner of a Pizza Parlor. I like pizza.
Monday, August 21, 2006
the longest blog ever made
I've been involved in student leadership training at school for the past week or so, and we still have another 2ish weeks. Its been super busy and pretty fun.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Fat Camp
So I'm back from youth camp. I went with my old church's youth as a counselor. I couldn't escape the feeling that i was cheating on Mag by hanging out with another youth group all week. At the same time, it was good for me to get a way for a week and not have a bunch of responsibilities. I think that is what I look for in a vacation - as little responsibility as possible (is that normal?).
Ok, I wasn't at fat camp ... I just wanted to write that.
Here are some of the things I learned while away:
1. Barabbas was the very first person who experienced the freedom Christ offers.
Jesus died for us to have it. Barabbas was a sinner (a murderer) and was imprisoned, and so I am a sinner (minus murder) and was imprisoned by my sin. Jesus took Barabbas' place at the cross and was freed from prison. Jesus took my place on the cross and I am freed from my slavery to sin - I have freedom through Jesus.
I had never thought about how I am just like Barabbas. I've always thought of him as worse than I, afterall, I've never been in prison. But I am wrong to think that. I am just like Barabbas; sentenced to death because of sin, then freed by Jesus. I was given a 'hello my name is' name tag on which I wrote the name Barabbas. It is on the inside cover of my Bible, reminding me who I am and what I have.
I learned that I need to take advantage of my Christ-given freedom. Just like Barabbas probably raced home to his kids to hug them, kiss them, play board games with them, built forts out of bedsheets and pillows with them, throw a baseball with Barabbas jr., and just enjoy his family, so I need to fully embrace my freedom through Christ. I am currently figuring out how I can do that.
2. God wants me to go deeper.
Deeper with Him, deeper in my relationship with people I work with, deeper with the students I minister to at Mag, and deeper with some guy friends at CBU that I will start studying the Bible with (when school starts). I realized that I don't love the students at Mag enough ... that thought led to the others mentioned above. I need to invest in people and love them. My tendency is to be selfish with my love and not share; mostly because it is easier that way.
I need to invest in God. I realize that the time in invest in Him is investing in things eternal, so why do I not invest?
Yesterday I was listening to Lucado's 'Cure for the Common Life' (audio books are great for long drives) in which he retells the parable of the master giving out tallents to his servants. A tallent was a year's wage (i believe), which is a huge amount of money to entrust a commoner with. Bear in mind that we are all these 'commoners' who God gives abundantly. My failure comes when it's time to do with those blessings what God wishes us to - invest in something that will multiply it. Since I'm pouring it out right now I'll admit that I don't invest my blessings both physically and spiritually. I fail physically by being stingy with what God gives me - it's hard for me to tithe, to share, to be generous. I fail spiritually by not giving God the time, energy, everything back to Him. I am officially convicted.
3. I miss Whitney a lot when one of us leaves for more than a day.
What else is there to say? I miss her.
thanks for the good times
Ok, I wasn't at fat camp ... I just wanted to write that.
Here are some of the things I learned while away:
1. Barabbas was the very first person who experienced the freedom Christ offers.
Jesus died for us to have it. Barabbas was a sinner (a murderer) and was imprisoned, and so I am a sinner (minus murder) and was imprisoned by my sin. Jesus took Barabbas' place at the cross and was freed from prison. Jesus took my place on the cross and I am freed from my slavery to sin - I have freedom through Jesus.
I had never thought about how I am just like Barabbas. I've always thought of him as worse than I, afterall, I've never been in prison. But I am wrong to think that. I am just like Barabbas; sentenced to death because of sin, then freed by Jesus. I was given a 'hello my name is' name tag on which I wrote the name Barabbas. It is on the inside cover of my Bible, reminding me who I am and what I have.
I learned that I need to take advantage of my Christ-given freedom. Just like Barabbas probably raced home to his kids to hug them, kiss them, play board games with them, built forts out of bedsheets and pillows with them, throw a baseball with Barabbas jr., and just enjoy his family, so I need to fully embrace my freedom through Christ. I am currently figuring out how I can do that.
2. God wants me to go deeper.
Deeper with Him, deeper in my relationship with people I work with, deeper with the students I minister to at Mag, and deeper with some guy friends at CBU that I will start studying the Bible with (when school starts). I realized that I don't love the students at Mag enough ... that thought led to the others mentioned above. I need to invest in people and love them. My tendency is to be selfish with my love and not share; mostly because it is easier that way.
I need to invest in God. I realize that the time in invest in Him is investing in things eternal, so why do I not invest?
Yesterday I was listening to Lucado's 'Cure for the Common Life' (audio books are great for long drives) in which he retells the parable of the master giving out tallents to his servants. A tallent was a year's wage (i believe), which is a huge amount of money to entrust a commoner with. Bear in mind that we are all these 'commoners' who God gives abundantly. My failure comes when it's time to do with those blessings what God wishes us to - invest in something that will multiply it. Since I'm pouring it out right now I'll admit that I don't invest my blessings both physically and spiritually. I fail physically by being stingy with what God gives me - it's hard for me to tithe, to share, to be generous. I fail spiritually by not giving God the time, energy, everything back to Him. I am officially convicted.
3. I miss Whitney a lot when one of us leaves for more than a day.
What else is there to say? I miss her.
thanks for the good times
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
nooma
I just saw the 013th nooma video the other day. It's good. Rob Bell talks about America being rich and really challenges people to see that they have so much compared to the rest of the world. I really like that Rob warns us not to think "our" world is "the" world. Its a great lesson in global perspective.
I decided to show this 12 minute video to the youth group tonight at our midweek program - called midweek (because we don't have fancy cool names). After watching it we'll discuss some questions in small groups. I'm excited for tonight.
Oh, by the way ... We are having midweek at a really nice, big house. I think it will be an interesting environment to watch the 'rich' nooma video in.
I'll let you know how it goes ... whoever 'you' is.
I decided to show this 12 minute video to the youth group tonight at our midweek program - called midweek (because we don't have fancy cool names). After watching it we'll discuss some questions in small groups. I'm excited for tonight.
Oh, by the way ... We are having midweek at a really nice, big house. I think it will be an interesting environment to watch the 'rich' nooma video in.
I'll let you know how it goes ... whoever 'you' is.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
church ministry is hard
Dear blog,
It’s been a while. Much has happened:
Sunday was the craziest Sunday I’ve ever had. All of my high schoolers helping me lead the music are out on a mission trip. I was left with a drummer, bass player, and piano player. My piano player called on Saturday and said he couldn’t make it, and my drummer didn’t show up on Sunday morning - again!
My friends Ashley and Jenny agreed to sing with me when I asked on Saturday. Jenny stepped up on Sunday and said she could play piano. She did great. I’d like to have them sing again. Perhaps this Sunday? I’ve decided that I’m going to use my High School band drummer from now on.
When we found out we had no drummer like 10 minutes before the service, Jenny called our friend Tyler. He showed up to church during our 2nd song. I made sure to pray in between songs when he came to give him a chance to come up on stage. When I finished praying, everyone looked up and there was a drummer. Ty is an awesome drummer. Chris Davis text messaged me saying “that drummer was amazing.”
I guess what I can learn from this stressful Sunday is a lesson in surrounding myself and my ministry with a committed team who take the ministry and make it their own. I cannot do it on my own (to my dismay). I think finding those people is going to be tough (not just now, but for the rest of my life in ministry).
I think I’m the kind of person that likes to either work alone, or be pretty much in charge. I’m quickly learning that that needs to change. I need to learn how do delegate and let go of details and whatever. I need to put some faith in people and let God do what He will with things.
God, thanks for continuing to teach me.
It’s been a while. Much has happened:
Sunday was the craziest Sunday I’ve ever had. All of my high schoolers helping me lead the music are out on a mission trip. I was left with a drummer, bass player, and piano player. My piano player called on Saturday and said he couldn’t make it, and my drummer didn’t show up on Sunday morning - again!
My friends Ashley and Jenny agreed to sing with me when I asked on Saturday. Jenny stepped up on Sunday and said she could play piano. She did great. I’d like to have them sing again. Perhaps this Sunday? I’ve decided that I’m going to use my High School band drummer from now on.
When we found out we had no drummer like 10 minutes before the service, Jenny called our friend Tyler. He showed up to church during our 2nd song. I made sure to pray in between songs when he came to give him a chance to come up on stage. When I finished praying, everyone looked up and there was a drummer. Ty is an awesome drummer. Chris Davis text messaged me saying “that drummer was amazing.”
I guess what I can learn from this stressful Sunday is a lesson in surrounding myself and my ministry with a committed team who take the ministry and make it their own. I cannot do it on my own (to my dismay). I think finding those people is going to be tough (not just now, but for the rest of my life in ministry).
I think I’m the kind of person that likes to either work alone, or be pretty much in charge. I’m quickly learning that that needs to change. I need to learn how do delegate and let go of details and whatever. I need to put some faith in people and let God do what He will with things.
God, thanks for continuing to teach me.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
My Sunday
Sunday, I've decided, is not a day of rest for ministers.
Today my drummer didn't show up at all. I asked Brian Willet to play like 2 minutes before we headed on stage to sound check. He knows 1 drum beat - and I decided that was definitely better than nothing. He did a great job this morning. He even surprised me by following the dynamics of the songs, which is a great quality in a drummer.
My Bible Study class went really well. I have some cool students that come to my and Nicole's 11:00 BS. We talked about Christmas, donuts, fire, and Jesus. I love High School students.
The brakes on my car are out and Midas is closed today.
Check out Mike on a horse.
My friends Ethan, Eric, and Justin rode their bikes across the USA this summer. Today I got a text message from Eric saying, "I am drenched in Atlantic." They started in Washington and ended today in Maine. They are riding to raise funds for and awareness about sex-trafficing of young girls in Nepal. They are studs. Check out their website.
Today my drummer didn't show up at all. I asked Brian Willet to play like 2 minutes before we headed on stage to sound check. He knows 1 drum beat - and I decided that was definitely better than nothing. He did a great job this morning. He even surprised me by following the dynamics of the songs, which is a great quality in a drummer.
My Bible Study class went really well. I have some cool students that come to my and Nicole's 11:00 BS. We talked about Christmas, donuts, fire, and Jesus. I love High School students.
The brakes on my car are out and Midas is closed today.
Check out Mike on a horse.
My friends Ethan, Eric, and Justin rode their bikes across the USA this summer. Today I got a text message from Eric saying, "I am drenched in Atlantic." They started in Washington and ended today in Maine. They are riding to raise funds for and awareness about sex-trafficing of young girls in Nepal. They are studs. Check out their website.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
International House of Mine
So I am currently living at CBU for the summer. Here is some fun facts about my apartment:
1. When I moved in Seidu was living here alone. Seidu is from Ghana, Africa. He came to CBU to play volleyball and soccer (and probably something else, he's athletic). He is a really cool guy. However, he has strange cooking habits. When I first moved in my first thought was defninitely something like this: "it smells like the cave that the Goonies adventured through, plus fish." For some reason, fish smell really bad when they are out of the water. It's like God designed them to be in water and when they aren't everyone knows about it, nostrilly. (there needs to be a word like that for smell; like sight has visually, noise has audibly, smell should be nostrilly). Seidu moved out, but the fish smell didn't until just a few days ago - i think.
2. Choi moved in a week and a half ago. Choi is an exchange student from Korea living here for the summer. Choi smells much better. He is clean and I like him very much. We just had a birthday for him last week. Choi likes to sing very loud when he has his headphones on. I don't think he really knows that he does it - it just happens when the headphones are on. Oh, and by the way, the headphones are attached to a sony walkman - the tape player kind. I remember getting one of those for like my 10th birthday.
The other day I was getting out of the shower and I could have sworn I heard a baby crying in our room. At first I was really confused/scared. Why is there a baby in my room? Why doesn't Choi get up and stop the crying? Does Choi have a kid that I never knew about? No. I timidly tiptoed out of the bathroom, looking around the corner head first. Choi was singing again, but it sounded like a baby crying. He somehow excercised his falsetto voice enough to make noises like newborns. I laughed, and it was cool cause he couldn't hear me.
My hope is that the majority of my blogs include some sort of spiritual update; like what God is doing in me, and whats happening with the Student/Music ministries at Magnolia Ave. Baptist Church (where I work as the HS intern and imterim contemporary worship leader). I'm an intern and an interim - both words that start with i and have 6 and 7 letters, respectively.
God is providing financially for me right now. My brakes are definitely out on my '03 Toyota Corolla. Lucas told me that my pads wore all the way down and the metal that should be covered by pads are rubbing my disks (you can imagine the sound). Anyway, they need to be fixed and it's going to cost a lot I think.
Today I got my first check from the church for leading the music at the 9.30 service. I figured it would be another week before I got it, but God knows my brakes are out. Its probably not enough for the entire brake job, but its a start. Plus I think my parents will help out if I need them to.
Thanks God.
I'm trying to blog at least every other day. So far I give myself an A+
1. When I moved in Seidu was living here alone. Seidu is from Ghana, Africa. He came to CBU to play volleyball and soccer (and probably something else, he's athletic). He is a really cool guy. However, he has strange cooking habits. When I first moved in my first thought was defninitely something like this: "it smells like the cave that the Goonies adventured through, plus fish." For some reason, fish smell really bad when they are out of the water. It's like God designed them to be in water and when they aren't everyone knows about it, nostrilly. (there needs to be a word like that for smell; like sight has visually, noise has audibly, smell should be nostrilly). Seidu moved out, but the fish smell didn't until just a few days ago - i think.
2. Choi moved in a week and a half ago. Choi is an exchange student from Korea living here for the summer. Choi smells much better. He is clean and I like him very much. We just had a birthday for him last week. Choi likes to sing very loud when he has his headphones on. I don't think he really knows that he does it - it just happens when the headphones are on. Oh, and by the way, the headphones are attached to a sony walkman - the tape player kind. I remember getting one of those for like my 10th birthday.
The other day I was getting out of the shower and I could have sworn I heard a baby crying in our room. At first I was really confused/scared. Why is there a baby in my room? Why doesn't Choi get up and stop the crying? Does Choi have a kid that I never knew about? No. I timidly tiptoed out of the bathroom, looking around the corner head first. Choi was singing again, but it sounded like a baby crying. He somehow excercised his falsetto voice enough to make noises like newborns. I laughed, and it was cool cause he couldn't hear me.
My hope is that the majority of my blogs include some sort of spiritual update; like what God is doing in me, and whats happening with the Student/Music ministries at Magnolia Ave. Baptist Church (where I work as the HS intern and imterim contemporary worship leader). I'm an intern and an interim - both words that start with i and have 6 and 7 letters, respectively.
God is providing financially for me right now. My brakes are definitely out on my '03 Toyota Corolla. Lucas told me that my pads wore all the way down and the metal that should be covered by pads are rubbing my disks (you can imagine the sound). Anyway, they need to be fixed and it's going to cost a lot I think.
Today I got my first check from the church for leading the music at the 9.30 service. I figured it would be another week before I got it, but God knows my brakes are out. Its probably not enough for the entire brake job, but its a start. Plus I think my parents will help out if I need them to.
Thanks God.
I'm trying to blog at least every other day. So far I give myself an A+
Pirate Adventure
So I created a blog ... here's why:
1) All my cool older friends have blogs and say that blogging is like journaling; which I've decided would be a good habit for me to start ... even if everyone in the world can read it.
2) I am currently enrolled in a supervised ministry course at my school for which I am supposed to be journaling at least once a week about my many adventures in ministry. In the shower this morning I thought that blogging would be a cool thing to do to meet that requirement.
3) The other 2 reasons are legit, but this is the main reason I started the blog:
I had a dream last night. The sweetest dream of my life. I decided to start a blog so that I can share it with the world (mwah ha ha ha ha) ...
I was a pirate running away from people I had probably stolen something from. (Isn't it funny that you never know the complete story in a dream, its just like you're dropped in the middle of it?) Ok, so I'm running. I look really cool, like a Capt. Jack Sparrow scallawag pirate. My sword is dangling at my side, and my leather boots are keeping me in front of the mob of whoever it is i'm running from. Alas, I get cornered eventually, but don't worry - there are several knives lying on the ground where I'm cornered. And I'm a pirate. I know how to throw knives.
(ok, this part could potentially get a little gruesome, but I'll try to tone it down ... PG-13ish)
So, these people are slowly closing in on me, and I start throwing the knives, but with little sucess. I appears these people are immune to knives sticking in them or something. They finally get to me. Their leader approaches and grabs my head. (This is the part that gets gross). They try to execute me by cutting my throat, like in Braveheart when William's wife is slew (past tense of slay) at the stake - thats what they did to me.
This is the cool part - I didn't die. Good pirates can't just get killed like that. And I'm a good pirate. Somehow I stopped the bleeding and kept pirating. I woke up and checked the mirror for a cool scar on my neck, just in case.
I guess the dream isn't as cool as a re-read it now. Maybe it was just cool that I was a real pirate that couldn't die. Anyway, I started a blog.
1) All my cool older friends have blogs and say that blogging is like journaling; which I've decided would be a good habit for me to start ... even if everyone in the world can read it.
2) I am currently enrolled in a supervised ministry course at my school for which I am supposed to be journaling at least once a week about my many adventures in ministry. In the shower this morning I thought that blogging would be a cool thing to do to meet that requirement.
3) The other 2 reasons are legit, but this is the main reason I started the blog:
I had a dream last night. The sweetest dream of my life. I decided to start a blog so that I can share it with the world (mwah ha ha ha ha) ...
I was a pirate running away from people I had probably stolen something from. (Isn't it funny that you never know the complete story in a dream, its just like you're dropped in the middle of it?) Ok, so I'm running. I look really cool, like a Capt. Jack Sparrow scallawag pirate. My sword is dangling at my side, and my leather boots are keeping me in front of the mob of whoever it is i'm running from. Alas, I get cornered eventually, but don't worry - there are several knives lying on the ground where I'm cornered. And I'm a pirate. I know how to throw knives.
(ok, this part could potentially get a little gruesome, but I'll try to tone it down ... PG-13ish)
So, these people are slowly closing in on me, and I start throwing the knives, but with little sucess. I appears these people are immune to knives sticking in them or something. They finally get to me. Their leader approaches and grabs my head. (This is the part that gets gross). They try to execute me by cutting my throat, like in Braveheart when William's wife is slew (past tense of slay) at the stake - thats what they did to me.
This is the cool part - I didn't die. Good pirates can't just get killed like that. And I'm a good pirate. Somehow I stopped the bleeding and kept pirating. I woke up and checked the mirror for a cool scar on my neck, just in case.
I guess the dream isn't as cool as a re-read it now. Maybe it was just cool that I was a real pirate that couldn't die. Anyway, I started a blog.
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