i finally did something! for the first time since break started i feel productive!
God has been showing me so much lately. he as been talking to me every night as i fall asleep. or rather whenever i think i will, he keeps me up for an hour talking to me. the weird thing is that lately i have been talking back. whether in my head or in a whisper, it has been more of conversational talk than your typical " dearest Lord. please help" i have finally come to the point where i can easily talk with God like i talk to my father. still respectfully and loving. but at the same time, i have become comfortable. i can joke around with God. and at first i felt mildly hypocritical, and heretical for using sarcasm with God. see, cause sarcasm gets us in trouble. i say "well i realized my foot was caught in a meat grinder, and that's just SO comfortable." you know i am kidding. but some things are less clearly communicated. last night God told me its okay, cause he knows every thing. and so you cannot miscommunicate with God. he knows what you mean. if you earnestly say something to God out of love and respect with some playful sarcasm, you have nothing to worry about, cause he knows you are kidding. cause he knows everything.
its weird, but thats what i've been realizing. if God made me witty ( which is a way better word than sarcastic) then to not use my wit would be to not use something he gave me. it would be denying who i am, and thats not good. also, if God made me witty then seeing as i am created in God's image, there must be some part of God that is witty as well.
but i do have to keep my wittiness in check. don't worry, i know that much.
*Corralary: do not use that to have a sassy tone with God. you'll notice i said loving and respectful. i could also have said reverent attitude. so don't go saying things like " i love you God" with a sarcastic attitude. that's called mocking God. also known as "not a good idea" he made the earth, and designed hell, so he has alot of power.
well thats all for now. i might go write more later. we'll see.
go in peace to love and serve the lord.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
scatter brained thursday
it happens almost every week. Thursdays are the worst day of the week for me. i am partially unable to focus. i had homework to do today, and i was kinda bummed, but i have postponed it all week. then i found out the assignment i was going to do tomorrow isn't due for another week, so i get to move todays paper to tomorrow. and so i have spent today in the most unproductive ways possible.
i have cleaned my new blues-brother's glasses twice.
i have put a lacrosse ball in my climbing shoes to stretch the heels out to fit me better.
i took a shower just now. i showered last night before i went to bed, and probably will again tonight.
i ran out to my car to get my ipod. half way there i realized my keys were in my room, so i ran to the door to see if i was locked out of the house. i wasn't, so i turned around and went all the way to my car. checked the door, which i know i locked, and it has an aouto locking feature, but i still checked. then i went and checked the mail. then went back in, grabbed my keys, went to my car, got out my ipod, and checked the mail... again. got back to my room, i left my ipod cable at school. so worth the five minutes.
i then went online and looked at prices for a custom printed black leather slap bracelet. i can get one for 47 cents, if i order 499 more at the same price. anyone want 499 black slap bracelets with the words " i miss my elementary school" written on them?
then i texted some people about the fact that i should be in santa cruz hanging out with them. but i'm not.
so i decided to write a blog, about how bored i am.
i think i'll go play guitar.
okay, until later, bye world-wide-web-world.
oh, and i'm listening to "Fiction family". go check them out. jon foreman of switchfoot, the guitarist from nickel creek. acoustic/folk album. amazing
i have cleaned my new blues-brother's glasses twice.
i have put a lacrosse ball in my climbing shoes to stretch the heels out to fit me better.
i took a shower just now. i showered last night before i went to bed, and probably will again tonight.
i ran out to my car to get my ipod. half way there i realized my keys were in my room, so i ran to the door to see if i was locked out of the house. i wasn't, so i turned around and went all the way to my car. checked the door, which i know i locked, and it has an aouto locking feature, but i still checked. then i went and checked the mail. then went back in, grabbed my keys, went to my car, got out my ipod, and checked the mail... again. got back to my room, i left my ipod cable at school. so worth the five minutes.
i then went online and looked at prices for a custom printed black leather slap bracelet. i can get one for 47 cents, if i order 499 more at the same price. anyone want 499 black slap bracelets with the words " i miss my elementary school" written on them?
then i texted some people about the fact that i should be in santa cruz hanging out with them. but i'm not.
so i decided to write a blog, about how bored i am.
i think i'll go play guitar.
okay, until later, bye world-wide-web-world.
oh, and i'm listening to "Fiction family". go check them out. jon foreman of switchfoot, the guitarist from nickel creek. acoustic/folk album. amazing
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
25 bits of random
25 random facts. in the order i think of them
1.i like cheese. preferably cheddar. medium sharp. from safeway actually.
2.i can balance a sharpie on its tip on my finger. i once went for a minute. my physics teacher said i was a physical anomaly.
3.i weighed 167.5 pounds when i woke up. i ate four waffles, and drank a glass of milk. now i weigh 166. apparently my waffles weigh -1.5 pounds.
4. i'm going to be an RA next year, and my initials ar AR. i want my name tag to just say R.A.A.R. so it reads "RAAR!" and it should be dinosaur shaped.
5.i climb rocks and every stone chimney i have seen in the past few years has turned into a climbing problem in my mind. i guess you could say i have a climbing problem
6.i love puns
7.i suck at making puns.
8.but i still try
9.i love making list blogs.
10.earliest memory=january 1st 1990. i dropped a sparkler on my foot. i was wearing slippers ( AKA flip flops for you non- hawaiians) and i dropped it on my right foot. i still have the scar.
11.i once was stepped on by a guy with an ice skate
12.i was born in hawaii. ( this one took the polace of another one, because i decided not to share that. its not so much me, but about others. so meh. and everyone knows i'm from hawaii anyways. but its still cool)
13.i have a 10.5 inch foot, and 10 inch climbing shoes.
14.i still have a teddy bear from when i was one. his name is teddy. he's ina box in the garage.
15.i have only ever shot two guns, and one of them is 100 years old
16.i love sushi
17.i think leggings over certain sizes should definitely be treated like tights, and be required to have shorts or a skirt worn over them. actually, make that all sizes.
18.i used to count my steps. i had OCD as a child.
19.i had ADD as a child. it was a weird combo
20.now that i'm 20 i use the term " teenager" as a borderline derogatory term.
21.next year i turn 21 along with two other friends of mine on the same day. we are all RA's, and thus we will not be getting drunk. not until break, when its allowed
22.when driving to church, i carry more money in guitar stuff in my car than my car is worth itself.
23.i own five nalgene bottles, a camel back bottle, three hydration bladders and a SIGG aluminum bottle. i like to over hydrate.
24.my sister is cooler than yours. my brother is cooler than yours, and my sister in law is also cooler than yours. (for other things i have cooler than yours, see also,"parents")
25.i have flipped a quad. ( fun story, not fun experience)
1.i like cheese. preferably cheddar. medium sharp. from safeway actually.
2.i can balance a sharpie on its tip on my finger. i once went for a minute. my physics teacher said i was a physical anomaly.
3.i weighed 167.5 pounds when i woke up. i ate four waffles, and drank a glass of milk. now i weigh 166. apparently my waffles weigh -1.5 pounds.
4. i'm going to be an RA next year, and my initials ar AR. i want my name tag to just say R.A.A.R. so it reads "RAAR!" and it should be dinosaur shaped.
5.i climb rocks and every stone chimney i have seen in the past few years has turned into a climbing problem in my mind. i guess you could say i have a climbing problem
6.i love puns
7.i suck at making puns.
8.but i still try
9.i love making list blogs.
10.earliest memory=january 1st 1990. i dropped a sparkler on my foot. i was wearing slippers ( AKA flip flops for you non- hawaiians) and i dropped it on my right foot. i still have the scar.
11.i once was stepped on by a guy with an ice skate
12.i was born in hawaii. ( this one took the polace of another one, because i decided not to share that. its not so much me, but about others. so meh. and everyone knows i'm from hawaii anyways. but its still cool)
13.i have a 10.5 inch foot, and 10 inch climbing shoes.
14.i still have a teddy bear from when i was one. his name is teddy. he's ina box in the garage.
15.i have only ever shot two guns, and one of them is 100 years old
16.i love sushi
17.i think leggings over certain sizes should definitely be treated like tights, and be required to have shorts or a skirt worn over them. actually, make that all sizes.
18.i used to count my steps. i had OCD as a child.
19.i had ADD as a child. it was a weird combo
20.now that i'm 20 i use the term " teenager" as a borderline derogatory term.
21.next year i turn 21 along with two other friends of mine on the same day. we are all RA's, and thus we will not be getting drunk. not until break, when its allowed
22.when driving to church, i carry more money in guitar stuff in my car than my car is worth itself.
23.i own five nalgene bottles, a camel back bottle, three hydration bladders and a SIGG aluminum bottle. i like to over hydrate.
24.my sister is cooler than yours. my brother is cooler than yours, and my sister in law is also cooler than yours. (for other things i have cooler than yours, see also,"parents")
25.i have flipped a quad. ( fun story, not fun experience)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
the down side of wanting to be a pastor
so here it is. others will probably disagree, but here goes:
when you are single, and studying to be a pastor, you can't date anyone. you have to not only find a girl you like, who likes you back, and whose personality matches yours, but one who is either called, or ready to be called to ministry just as much as you are. if not more.
this might be a weird intro, but this blog is about how awesome my mom is.
extremely
i could end it there, but i won't
see, my mom was raised by my grandma, who was a single mother. she rose above that. her whole life she told herself she would be better than her circumstance. she wanted to marry a good man, and so she knew she had to be a good woman after God's own heart. when i read proverbs 31 ( the second half) i think of my mom, and then compare other women to that standard. i talk alot about my dad being a pastor, and about how it sucks being his kid sometimes because the life of a PK is lived under a microscope. but really, with a mom like mine, its not too bad. i was talking with my dad yesterday thanking him for doing such a good job raising us and balancing work with home. he was always able to make us feel more important than the church. he said that if it weren't for my mom he would never have been able to do it.
my mom did not get a degree in theology or biblical studies.
my mom did not go to college.
(my mom did get a degree as a registered dental assistant, but thats not the point)
she never uses tha as an excuse. some would say i just pointed out one of my mom's flaws, but thats not a flaw. my mother does not always know how to explain things using Barthian theology or big words like Eschatology, but she has an intuition. and thus she does not rely on her own understanding, but in all her ways acknowledges God. ( side note, i do not agree with alot that i have read of Barth, but he was the first theologian i thought of)
see, my mom has the gift of discernment. God gives her an instinct in a lot of situations that turns out for the best. in some of the toughest times in my life she has known that i needed help without me saying anything. she is always there for me and my siblings, always loving to my dad, and always loving God.
and she's the best cook ever.
to my mom: thank you so much, i love you.
if anyone knows a girl like my mom, tell me, so i can marry that woman. :)
when you are single, and studying to be a pastor, you can't date anyone. you have to not only find a girl you like, who likes you back, and whose personality matches yours, but one who is either called, or ready to be called to ministry just as much as you are. if not more.
this might be a weird intro, but this blog is about how awesome my mom is.
extremely
i could end it there, but i won't
see, my mom was raised by my grandma, who was a single mother. she rose above that. her whole life she told herself she would be better than her circumstance. she wanted to marry a good man, and so she knew she had to be a good woman after God's own heart. when i read proverbs 31 ( the second half) i think of my mom, and then compare other women to that standard. i talk alot about my dad being a pastor, and about how it sucks being his kid sometimes because the life of a PK is lived under a microscope. but really, with a mom like mine, its not too bad. i was talking with my dad yesterday thanking him for doing such a good job raising us and balancing work with home. he was always able to make us feel more important than the church. he said that if it weren't for my mom he would never have been able to do it.
my mom did not get a degree in theology or biblical studies.
my mom did not go to college.
(my mom did get a degree as a registered dental assistant, but thats not the point)
she never uses tha as an excuse. some would say i just pointed out one of my mom's flaws, but thats not a flaw. my mother does not always know how to explain things using Barthian theology or big words like Eschatology, but she has an intuition. and thus she does not rely on her own understanding, but in all her ways acknowledges God. ( side note, i do not agree with alot that i have read of Barth, but he was the first theologian i thought of)
see, my mom has the gift of discernment. God gives her an instinct in a lot of situations that turns out for the best. in some of the toughest times in my life she has known that i needed help without me saying anything. she is always there for me and my siblings, always loving to my dad, and always loving God.
and she's the best cook ever.
to my mom: thank you so much, i love you.
if anyone knows a girl like my mom, tell me, so i can marry that woman. :)
Monday, March 23, 2009
the last year of my life.
earlier i posted a blog about alot of what has happened to me in the past few months. my dad brought it to my attention that i perhaps shared more about others than i should have. here it is again without their details.
okay,the last year of my life sounds semi-morbid. like this next year i will die. not what i meant. i mean the past twelve months of time. ( ish)
so a year ago i broke up with my ex. well, it wasn't just a break up. she betrayed my trust in a way that hurt. alot. but a week before she did God told me to break up with her. i was analyzing who i was and who i was becoming. i felt guilt for all of my faults. then he gave me a joy. a heavenly joy. now you normally hear of joy and happyness, but happyness is the opposite of sadness or anger. joy is greater tahn that. the song "i have found" by kim walker has a line that says
i have found a peace that plows on through the storm.
i have found a peace that jumps over sadness.
i have found a love that lights up every room.
i have found. i've found you
that song has defined my life int he past year. easter 2008 i found a joy. and then the storms hit. A ot of bad stuff happened, and a lot of you know what that as, but a lot of you don’t one thing I don’t do on my blog is gossip. And the original versin of this post was a lot of stuff I didn’t roof read. So this on is going to be shorter. Anyways, God planted a seed of Joy in my life, then the storm hit. and he gave me a peace that transcends all understanding. that peace gave me back the ability to function. i got over the hard times, the pain, but never got over the injury. you can have a broken leg, and not feel it after a while, until someone kicks it. then the pain comes back. true healing takes place when you allow it time to not only get past the pain, but to mend the break. my heart was like that.
in mid to late july, once i was past the pain, the peace was taken away. i went from extremely calm to my normal self. or at least something that resembled my normal self. then i began to find Joy. Aron mid summer, I think it was late july, that joy took off in a huge way. i began to see beauty in random places. i once went to walmart to people watch because the familes shopping together were beautiful. seeing God's love for them got me through some things. I saw beauty in those around me, and in those really close to me. God grew that Joy and vision for his beauty in me. In early februay a bad time hit again, an I focused on the pain. I knew there was a good reason for it, but it was hard to get past it. I had to do something I did not want to do but I knew the outcome would be worth it. Once again, some of you know what that was. In the heart of the tough choices, God told me that i was a man after his own heart. and the joy jumped out of the sadness and all i could do was laugh. and smile. and cry. all that has been left since then has been the joy. the joy of knowing my creator is proud of me. the joy of asking him to use me. the joy of knowing his love for me, and how that makes me a light in the darkness.
over the past month i have been trying something different when i pray for people. see, we are to be the temple, where haven meets earth. so we are to be heaven on earth. in the lord's prayer we say " your kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven." and if there is no pain in heaven, then i think we are supposed to be making there no act of pain on earth. now our world is broken, and thus there is pain, so we are supposed to go around comforting the hurtung people. so when i pray, i no longer hit people with an onslaught of words, but pray silently for God to tell me his words for them. God loves to encourage his children, so i ask him to use me to do that. he has. at first it was in the moment of prayer, or worship, when i knew people were open to hearing it. lately he has been keeping me up at night. giving me people to pray for. and when i do pray for them, he tells me what to say. It’s weird. but its the spiritual gift of encouragement.
last night, he told me to talk to my dad. now that’s no hard stretch for me, my dad is a pastor, and also an amazing father. it seems fathers and pastors are cool, but being both is hard.
Godsip time. my dad does both excellently. he finds the precarious spot of balancing life at home and work together. and he stays there. then he helps his parents out too.
but God also told me something to tell my dad. and i did. it was weird. to tel my father something form God. and it was about how he was acknowledging the direction God had Pointed my brother and allowing his son to take the lead.
anyways, God told me i would be continuously called to speaking his encouragement to people for the rest of my life. some people( whose opinions i respect highly) will say that spiritual gifts are a one time thing, and God gives them out once. they say that the idea of God giving one to a person for their whole life is putting God in a box. to which i respond; saying God doesn't give some a gift for life because it puts God in a box, in essence, is putting God in a box. just a different box. i believe God gives some gifts to some people for life, and to others he gives for a day, or a month, or a second, depending on how he sees fit. he told me i would be continuously called to encourage his family.
he said that of the parts of the Body, i am the hug. which is, in fact, not a part, but an action, but what ever. maybe English and the heavenly language lose a little in translation.
anyways, God has been showing me a lot lately. i love coming home for a week and just having him pour things into me. my cup runneth over, and spilleth onto my blog. I figure if i share it all here, then i empty it more so he can fill me again.
i also have been doing alot of thinking about what kind of person i need as a partner to compliment me. Definitely a person who is ridiculously compassionate. and who is humble. a person who can always put others first. Ut when they come into the presence of God, they don’t care about other. Someone who worships whole heartedly. some one who is gentle hearted yet has a call to lead and help others in their spiritual journeys.
that last part is like the pastors kid's version of a personal add. i like long walks on the beach, deep theological discussions, and candle light dinner. like the last supper.
:)
go in peace to love and serve the lord.
okay,the last year of my life sounds semi-morbid. like this next year i will die. not what i meant. i mean the past twelve months of time. ( ish)
so a year ago i broke up with my ex. well, it wasn't just a break up. she betrayed my trust in a way that hurt. alot. but a week before she did God told me to break up with her. i was analyzing who i was and who i was becoming. i felt guilt for all of my faults. then he gave me a joy. a heavenly joy. now you normally hear of joy and happyness, but happyness is the opposite of sadness or anger. joy is greater tahn that. the song "i have found" by kim walker has a line that says
i have found a peace that plows on through the storm.
i have found a peace that jumps over sadness.
i have found a love that lights up every room.
i have found. i've found you
that song has defined my life int he past year. easter 2008 i found a joy. and then the storms hit. A ot of bad stuff happened, and a lot of you know what that as, but a lot of you don’t one thing I don’t do on my blog is gossip. And the original versin of this post was a lot of stuff I didn’t roof read. So this on is going to be shorter. Anyways, God planted a seed of Joy in my life, then the storm hit. and he gave me a peace that transcends all understanding. that peace gave me back the ability to function. i got over the hard times, the pain, but never got over the injury. you can have a broken leg, and not feel it after a while, until someone kicks it. then the pain comes back. true healing takes place when you allow it time to not only get past the pain, but to mend the break. my heart was like that.
in mid to late july, once i was past the pain, the peace was taken away. i went from extremely calm to my normal self. or at least something that resembled my normal self. then i began to find Joy. Aron mid summer, I think it was late july, that joy took off in a huge way. i began to see beauty in random places. i once went to walmart to people watch because the familes shopping together were beautiful. seeing God's love for them got me through some things. I saw beauty in those around me, and in those really close to me. God grew that Joy and vision for his beauty in me. In early februay a bad time hit again, an I focused on the pain. I knew there was a good reason for it, but it was hard to get past it. I had to do something I did not want to do but I knew the outcome would be worth it. Once again, some of you know what that was. In the heart of the tough choices, God told me that i was a man after his own heart. and the joy jumped out of the sadness and all i could do was laugh. and smile. and cry. all that has been left since then has been the joy. the joy of knowing my creator is proud of me. the joy of asking him to use me. the joy of knowing his love for me, and how that makes me a light in the darkness.
over the past month i have been trying something different when i pray for people. see, we are to be the temple, where haven meets earth. so we are to be heaven on earth. in the lord's prayer we say " your kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven." and if there is no pain in heaven, then i think we are supposed to be making there no act of pain on earth. now our world is broken, and thus there is pain, so we are supposed to go around comforting the hurtung people. so when i pray, i no longer hit people with an onslaught of words, but pray silently for God to tell me his words for them. God loves to encourage his children, so i ask him to use me to do that. he has. at first it was in the moment of prayer, or worship, when i knew people were open to hearing it. lately he has been keeping me up at night. giving me people to pray for. and when i do pray for them, he tells me what to say. It’s weird. but its the spiritual gift of encouragement.
last night, he told me to talk to my dad. now that’s no hard stretch for me, my dad is a pastor, and also an amazing father. it seems fathers and pastors are cool, but being both is hard.
Godsip time. my dad does both excellently. he finds the precarious spot of balancing life at home and work together. and he stays there. then he helps his parents out too.
but God also told me something to tell my dad. and i did. it was weird. to tel my father something form God. and it was about how he was acknowledging the direction God had Pointed my brother and allowing his son to take the lead.
anyways, God told me i would be continuously called to speaking his encouragement to people for the rest of my life. some people( whose opinions i respect highly) will say that spiritual gifts are a one time thing, and God gives them out once. they say that the idea of God giving one to a person for their whole life is putting God in a box. to which i respond; saying God doesn't give some a gift for life because it puts God in a box, in essence, is putting God in a box. just a different box. i believe God gives some gifts to some people for life, and to others he gives for a day, or a month, or a second, depending on how he sees fit. he told me i would be continuously called to encourage his family.
he said that of the parts of the Body, i am the hug. which is, in fact, not a part, but an action, but what ever. maybe English and the heavenly language lose a little in translation.
anyways, God has been showing me a lot lately. i love coming home for a week and just having him pour things into me. my cup runneth over, and spilleth onto my blog. I figure if i share it all here, then i empty it more so he can fill me again.
i also have been doing alot of thinking about what kind of person i need as a partner to compliment me. Definitely a person who is ridiculously compassionate. and who is humble. a person who can always put others first. Ut when they come into the presence of God, they don’t care about other. Someone who worships whole heartedly. some one who is gentle hearted yet has a call to lead and help others in their spiritual journeys.
that last part is like the pastors kid's version of a personal add. i like long walks on the beach, deep theological discussions, and candle light dinner. like the last supper.
:)
go in peace to love and serve the lord.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Crazy!
i just wrote my first 2000+ word paper in college. 2067 words on demon possession. my starter topic was " Can Christians be Demon possessed or Oppressed and what is the difference?" and yes, i know demon possessed isn't in the original texts in greek, but the word trinity isn't either, so clearly we can expand them farther. either way i end with saying the best thing to do if you meet/ know some one who is being influenced by a demonic force on any level, is to pray for them. and then act on what God says. if he says nothing yet, keep praying. if he says cast it out, get off your butt and do it. i might post the paper later, but i want to see how good of a grade i get. i would hate to post something and then find out i wrote something completely heretical. and i have a professor who soon will be acting as my publisher and editor, so i guess i'll wait to share my insights with the world.
oh, and i get to go home day after tomorrow. :) sleep in a good bed. good food made with love, not mutual resentment, and no pingpong up til 10 pm on weekdays and 12 on weekends. i can't wait.
oh, and i get to go home day after tomorrow. :) sleep in a good bed. good food made with love, not mutual resentment, and no pingpong up til 10 pm on weekdays and 12 on weekends. i can't wait.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
nitelife part two.
so here's the video. kinda lame quality,. but i think it was shot on a still camera, so not bad. check it out.
and after the song there was another part where i went into " i just want to be like him. i just want to be... D-Rush" after he left the stage, but its not in there.
oh, and phil wickham played a concert the next night. this is one of the songs. he hits a High F. ridiculous. i have a pretty good range (considering i'm a barritone) but he goes about an octave out of my range. as in the thirteenth fret on the high e string of a guitar. not even kidding. check it out
and after the song there was another part where i went into " i just want to be like him. i just want to be... D-Rush" after he left the stage, but its not in there.
oh, and phil wickham played a concert the next night. this is one of the songs. he hits a High F. ridiculous. i have a pretty good range (considering i'm a barritone) but he goes about an octave out of my range. as in the thirteenth fret on the high e string of a guitar. not even kidding. check it out
Monday, March 16, 2009
old blogs, new viewpoint
i was just reading some old blogs on my myspace page. one of them was bout me dating Cassie and how that all came to happen. and how it was over. another was about how it never actually was over, but that then it really was. and why. between the two blogs i read so many things that i now see in a different light. things i said that were before and after i learned certain things. and even in reading the second of the two, i read things i remember writing. and when i wrote some of them i rememebr thinking " oh how young i was when i wrote the last blog. but now i'm so wise" and today i was thinking " oh how young i was when i wrote that. but now i get it. and tomorrow i will think "oh how young i was when i started my blog on blogger"(three days ago) its interesting to be in the mindset that acknowledges my juvenille side and my mature side and the interaction they have. a mindset that continuously thinks about growth and wanting it. and not just wanting it, but how to turn myself into the kind of person who grows continually. the begining of this semester i resolved to either play disc golf, go slack lining or go rock climbing twice a week. luckily the rock wall is open wtice a week, and the disc golf course continuously calls my name. slack lining is harder, cause the fields are all wet. but by deciding to work on all three of them, i have seen myself become better at all three. i know that if i apply this to my personal life i can see myself get better at growing as a man, and as a man of God.
yesterday i went to all three services of "the Stirring." i played at the morning service, and came home to do homework. i knew i had alot to do, so i decided not to go at night. then i got a text from Vickie saying she needed a ride home after the five o'clock service, so i decided to go, but remembered Jake was borrowing my guitar, so i had to stay for the seven too. i stayed and the whole time i questioned why i was there. at a few points i had my mind made up to ask someone to get my guitar back for me and was getting my jacket on to leave, but i felt God tell me to stay. so i did. at the end of the sermon, which i had already heard twice, Nate told us to pray for eachother. so i looked around for someone to pray for that i knew. i found a friend and started praying silently. there are times for lots of words from us to heaven, and there are times for lots of thoughts to heaven, but usully i find it better to pray that God give me a word or statement of encouragement for that person. God told me to tell him to listen to what Heaven is Doing. coincidentally this guy is not the best listener to people. as i told him " i feel God wants to tel you to listen. to keep your heart and mind open to what God wants you to do. to see Gods will for you in the words of others." i felt almost jealous. not like i was mad at him, but that i was wanting to hear that too.
then i realized, i didn't want to hear that as a revelation, but as a confirmation. i alreadt try to hear that.
so i thought i should step aside from our little four man prayer huddle, make them a trio, and just sing. as i turned my head to check behind me (we were in front of the room and i didn't want to step on anyone kneeling and praying if there was anyone there) i saw Nate Edwardson ( lead pastor) walking up towards me. he said " Can i pray over you?" to which i replied "yes"
he said "i see Joy in you. alot of joy. andrew, i see you as a true worshipper. you are called to worship with your life. to focus on God and on declaring his worth. and you find Joy in that." he said more, but i don't want to share that part. well, my family and some close friends can know, but not the world wide web. if you are a friend and curious, ask, i'll probably tell you.
he also said " wait, are you going home this summer? (i nodded) "well that sucks, but its good too. " which i thought was funny. Nate acknowledges that God wants to use me at home, but still wants me to be in redding. its cool being wanted but sent out.
go with peace to love and serve the Lord.
yesterday i went to all three services of "the Stirring." i played at the morning service, and came home to do homework. i knew i had alot to do, so i decided not to go at night. then i got a text from Vickie saying she needed a ride home after the five o'clock service, so i decided to go, but remembered Jake was borrowing my guitar, so i had to stay for the seven too. i stayed and the whole time i questioned why i was there. at a few points i had my mind made up to ask someone to get my guitar back for me and was getting my jacket on to leave, but i felt God tell me to stay. so i did. at the end of the sermon, which i had already heard twice, Nate told us to pray for eachother. so i looked around for someone to pray for that i knew. i found a friend and started praying silently. there are times for lots of words from us to heaven, and there are times for lots of thoughts to heaven, but usully i find it better to pray that God give me a word or statement of encouragement for that person. God told me to tell him to listen to what Heaven is Doing. coincidentally this guy is not the best listener to people. as i told him " i feel God wants to tel you to listen. to keep your heart and mind open to what God wants you to do. to see Gods will for you in the words of others." i felt almost jealous. not like i was mad at him, but that i was wanting to hear that too.
then i realized, i didn't want to hear that as a revelation, but as a confirmation. i alreadt try to hear that.
so i thought i should step aside from our little four man prayer huddle, make them a trio, and just sing. as i turned my head to check behind me (we were in front of the room and i didn't want to step on anyone kneeling and praying if there was anyone there) i saw Nate Edwardson ( lead pastor) walking up towards me. he said " Can i pray over you?" to which i replied "yes"
he said "i see Joy in you. alot of joy. andrew, i see you as a true worshipper. you are called to worship with your life. to focus on God and on declaring his worth. and you find Joy in that." he said more, but i don't want to share that part. well, my family and some close friends can know, but not the world wide web. if you are a friend and curious, ask, i'll probably tell you.
he also said " wait, are you going home this summer? (i nodded) "well that sucks, but its good too. " which i thought was funny. Nate acknowledges that God wants to use me at home, but still wants me to be in redding. its cool being wanted but sent out.
go with peace to love and serve the Lord.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
its not creepy, its school spirit
let me guess. you're wondering why i did this, right?
so as many of you know, 15 days, 23 hours and 5 minutes ago we started the month of march. i was unaware of this until the fifth or so. weird, right? so i was left in the weird place of wondering if i had changed contacts, and half way through counting my old ones, i realized, its molestache march!
as in molester+mustache. so since then i have been growing my facial hair all over. see, my mustache is still a baby, and just like with bikes, some little children can't handle that much at first. to ask my poor upper lip to create enough hair to cover itself immediately would be like putting a three year old on a unicycle. Not very good loking...
first, i grew out the whole face. then for a week i trimmed the rest: the sideburns, goatee, and neck hairs. then today, as in a few minutes ago, i did it. i finally can show my school spirit. i give you, mexican andrew. or maybe just "MexicAndrew the child molester".
and yes i tried to look sleezy.
lets take a vote. who thinks i should keep it all month? and who thinks i should disappoint all the RA's in my building?
and yes those are your two options.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
last night
last night was nitelife. and it was awesome. i was going to go through all the acts in order, but i don't really feel like it.
all this is because i was part of the opening act. my roommate, David Rush, who we all lovingly call "D-Rush" wrote a song about his dad, and played it at exposure in fall of 2007, and finally wrote a follow up song. this one is called pretensious, and its about how awesome he is. so he told me about this song as he was writing it, and i like the idea, so i volunteered to play with him. the day of auditions i got the idea to try out and do the "MarioKart love song" by Sam Hart for nitelife. D-Rush told me he liked the idea, and said i should work it into his act. i about five minutes we came up with a plan. we went to auditions, and made it to nitelife.
here's the lyrics(for those who weren't there or didn't catch all of them)
"Pretensious" music and lyrics by David rush
who's that guy every one looks up to,
who makes you feel discontent to be you?
he's like humphrey bogart from casa Blanca
With a voice far sweeter than frank sinatra
Don't you want to be like him,
Don't you want to be...... like D-Rush
I'll out-shred hendrix, on my guitar,
with looks like mine you'll swear i am a movie star
i've got everything all guys wish they could be,
and don't you think i have the most awesome looking widows peak?
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
even when it's cold out, i never have to wear my sweater
Chuck norris has got nothing on this,
he might try to round house kick me,
but i know he'll miss.
i forgot to mention one last thing,
i can bring world peace every tinme i sing
you ll rememebr that clown song that i sang last year?
well here it goes again for those who never got to hear
my dad's afraid of clowns.
my dad has colrophobia
he hates those big red shoes,
and doesn't want a dog shaped balloon
i know that it in't the time,
but daddy look out here comes a mime
but who wants to hear about my dad anywasy?
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
when it comes to the ladies, i write the smoothest love letters
roses are red, and violets are blue
i know for a act all you ladies want to date me too.
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
one day you can be like me, a real swell go geter,
my hair has got the perfect shine,
the perfect brown, all day all the time
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
then tom, the bassist, interrupts. he and the drummer (edgar) both leave me and D-Rush on the stage, with D-rush crying.
then the mario kart loves song. here are the lyrics for that.
"Mario Kart Love Song"
Music and lyrics by Sam Hart
V1:
You be my princess
I'll be your toad
I'll follow behind you
on rainbow road
Protect you from red shells
wherever we go
I promise.
V2:
Noone will touch us
if we pick up a star
If you spin out
you can ride in my car
When we slide together
we generate sparks
in our wheels and our hearts
Chorus:
The finish line
is just around the bend
I'll pause this game
so our love will never end
Let's go again
V3:
The blue shell is coming
so I'll go ahead
If you hang behind
it'll hit me instead
but never look back
cause I'm down but not dead
I'll catch up to you
Bridge:
Don't worry about
Bowser or DK
Eat this glowing mushroom
and they'll all fade away
Chorus:
The finish line
is just around the bend
I'll pause this game
so our love will never end ( repeat)
Let's go again
and then, we went into a slew of awkward statements. lets ee if i can script it out.
Andrew: D-Rush, i've been meaning to tell you something for a while. here it goes. i love you.
(awkward pause)
in the deepest way a hetrosexual male can love another hetrosexual male. we have something special. we're brothers, and we are friends and roommates, but we are more than that.
D-Rush: i know, we're great friends
Andrew: i think hteres a word for that. they callit bromance. its the epitome of thompson-man-love
D-Rush: the epitome!)
Andrew: it means you have my back and i got yours. we are always there for eachother. figuratively speaking, of course. ( turns to audience) like wwe're both straight. his girl friend is in the audience.
Both sing: "I'll pause this game, so our love will never end, lets go again. "
Andrew: man, there is something you need to do, and i think you know what that is.
D-Rush: i have to apologize to edgar and tom (leaves the stage)
Andrew: sings "I just want to be like him, i just want to be, like D-Rush.
end.
sao the reason i wrote that out, even though it took forever is because i had an amazing tiime, and through all of that i have a nasty cold. but somehow i was fine. also, (cool thing) we prayed before we went on. i've never prayed for a musical thing befroe where it wasn't a worship set. weird.
hopefully my blogs will turn more theological soon. or at least less of a report, and mroe of a typical blog.
at least i finally found my new outro to my blog:
GO with peace to love and serve the lord
all this is because i was part of the opening act. my roommate, David Rush, who we all lovingly call "D-Rush" wrote a song about his dad, and played it at exposure in fall of 2007, and finally wrote a follow up song. this one is called pretensious, and its about how awesome he is. so he told me about this song as he was writing it, and i like the idea, so i volunteered to play with him. the day of auditions i got the idea to try out and do the "MarioKart love song" by Sam Hart for nitelife. D-Rush told me he liked the idea, and said i should work it into his act. i about five minutes we came up with a plan. we went to auditions, and made it to nitelife.
here's the lyrics(for those who weren't there or didn't catch all of them)
"Pretensious" music and lyrics by David rush
who's that guy every one looks up to,
who makes you feel discontent to be you?
he's like humphrey bogart from casa Blanca
With a voice far sweeter than frank sinatra
Don't you want to be like him,
Don't you want to be...... like D-Rush
I'll out-shred hendrix, on my guitar,
with looks like mine you'll swear i am a movie star
i've got everything all guys wish they could be,
and don't you think i have the most awesome looking widows peak?
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
even when it's cold out, i never have to wear my sweater
Chuck norris has got nothing on this,
he might try to round house kick me,
but i know he'll miss.
i forgot to mention one last thing,
i can bring world peace every tinme i sing
you ll rememebr that clown song that i sang last year?
well here it goes again for those who never got to hear
my dad's afraid of clowns.
my dad has colrophobia
he hates those big red shoes,
and doesn't want a dog shaped balloon
i know that it in't the time,
but daddy look out here comes a mime
but who wants to hear about my dad anywasy?
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
when it comes to the ladies, i write the smoothest love letters
roses are red, and violets are blue
i know for a act all you ladies want to date me too.
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
one day you can be like me, a real swell go geter,
my hair has got the perfect shine,
the perfect brown, all day all the time
hey don't cry its not your fault i'm just better,
then tom, the bassist, interrupts. he and the drummer (edgar) both leave me and D-Rush on the stage, with D-rush crying.
then the mario kart loves song. here are the lyrics for that.
"Mario Kart Love Song"
Music and lyrics by Sam Hart
V1:
You be my princess
I'll be your toad
I'll follow behind you
on rainbow road
Protect you from red shells
wherever we go
I promise.
V2:
Noone will touch us
if we pick up a star
If you spin out
you can ride in my car
When we slide together
we generate sparks
in our wheels and our hearts
Chorus:
The finish line
is just around the bend
I'll pause this game
so our love will never end
Let's go again
V3:
The blue shell is coming
so I'll go ahead
If you hang behind
it'll hit me instead
but never look back
cause I'm down but not dead
I'll catch up to you
Bridge:
Don't worry about
Bowser or DK
Eat this glowing mushroom
and they'll all fade away
Chorus:
The finish line
is just around the bend
I'll pause this game
so our love will never end ( repeat)
Let's go again
and then, we went into a slew of awkward statements. lets ee if i can script it out.
Andrew: D-Rush, i've been meaning to tell you something for a while. here it goes. i love you.
(awkward pause)
in the deepest way a hetrosexual male can love another hetrosexual male. we have something special. we're brothers, and we are friends and roommates, but we are more than that.
D-Rush: i know, we're great friends
Andrew: i think hteres a word for that. they callit bromance. its the epitome of thompson-man-love
D-Rush: the epitome!)
Andrew: it means you have my back and i got yours. we are always there for eachother. figuratively speaking, of course. ( turns to audience) like wwe're both straight. his girl friend is in the audience.
Both sing: "I'll pause this game, so our love will never end, lets go again. "
Andrew: man, there is something you need to do, and i think you know what that is.
D-Rush: i have to apologize to edgar and tom (leaves the stage)
Andrew: sings "I just want to be like him, i just want to be, like D-Rush.
end.
sao the reason i wrote that out, even though it took forever is because i had an amazing tiime, and through all of that i have a nasty cold. but somehow i was fine. also, (cool thing) we prayed before we went on. i've never prayed for a musical thing befroe where it wasn't a worship set. weird.
hopefully my blogs will turn more theological soon. or at least less of a report, and mroe of a typical blog.
at least i finally found my new outro to my blog:
GO with peace to love and serve the lord
okay fine, i'll do it.
so, for about a month now i have been contemplating making this account. and now i'm taking a break from try to make myself start homework and doing this instead!
i'll probably write two things today, the first is this:
the name of my blog is "my little soap box that sits in the corner"
i was trying to find a name, and all i could think of was the random guy that stands on the soap box. then i thought about how i used to try to be that guy, but my shy tendencies in highschool ruined that. and i realized i can make a far greater impact with my love and my life than i ever could with words. but at the same time there is a use for large loud proclamations. and occasionally you need to get up on the soap box and yell. so i got this picture in my mind of a guy who loves people, and is always out of the house doing so. but occasionally he goes up to his attic, fiinds his soap box sitting in the corner, dusts it off, and carries it with him. then he does his thing loudly, and takes it back home. well, actually the attic with the soapbox was the picture i got. and then one of the same shot but with a dust footprint of the soapbox where it used to be. but the idea was that the soap box is usually left alone. and there is also a place for a psychiatrists couch up there too, cause i like listening to people, and helping them through things. time for a paragraph break
the weird thing is i have never had an attic like the one i pictured. my attic has always been just the useless space above my ceiling, never one with a staircase and a door, with a hardwood floor and a window, like i imagined.
i also might start ending my blogs with some sort of cool saying, but i can't garuntee anyting.
like i'm drawing a blank now. either that or it might be abrupt.
i'll probably write two things today, the first is this:
the name of my blog is "my little soap box that sits in the corner"
i was trying to find a name, and all i could think of was the random guy that stands on the soap box. then i thought about how i used to try to be that guy, but my shy tendencies in highschool ruined that. and i realized i can make a far greater impact with my love and my life than i ever could with words. but at the same time there is a use for large loud proclamations. and occasionally you need to get up on the soap box and yell. so i got this picture in my mind of a guy who loves people, and is always out of the house doing so. but occasionally he goes up to his attic, fiinds his soap box sitting in the corner, dusts it off, and carries it with him. then he does his thing loudly, and takes it back home. well, actually the attic with the soapbox was the picture i got. and then one of the same shot but with a dust footprint of the soapbox where it used to be. but the idea was that the soap box is usually left alone. and there is also a place for a psychiatrists couch up there too, cause i like listening to people, and helping them through things. time for a paragraph break
the weird thing is i have never had an attic like the one i pictured. my attic has always been just the useless space above my ceiling, never one with a staircase and a door, with a hardwood floor and a window, like i imagined.
i also might start ending my blogs with some sort of cool saying, but i can't garuntee anyting.
like i'm drawing a blank now. either that or it might be abrupt.
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