Julian of Norwich once said, "Sin is necessary, but all will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well."
I just remembered this old quote by a very respectable character in history. her name was Julain of Norwich, and i guess she was considered a mystic of sorts.
I don't really know anything much about her, save from her gender and that she was around centuries ago. and that a lot of people like to quote her.
come to think of it, i'm not even entirely sure where i first read this phrase... but i know i wrestled with clearly defining it for a long time. and (wouldn't ya figure) it hits me at the one moment i am actually examining myself, and not even thinking of the quote or anything (or anyone) else.
my mother really prodded me once i printed this off and scotch-taped it to the front of my bedroom door. i couldn't really answer the "why", i just knew there was truth to it.
i just realized that it's meaning is quite obvious:
without sin, we undoubtedly equate ourselves to God. to be equittable with the God responsible for all things in the known and unknown world entirely devalues God. if we did not sin, why would we need God?
It is only in God that i believe we realize who we really are, and that there is only God's way to go. "my way or the highway" pretty much.
i know from experience, the highway gets real old real fast. i think it's high time i realign.
pax.
Monday, May 14, 2007
the only really tough teaching of Jesus...
is obedience. we all have our own ideas of the better way to run things.
and mine is a very liberal method of reform in respects such as fighting terrorism and homelessness.
to fight homelessness, every level of every government must get involved at the core, and earnestly strive to make things better for each individual. otherwise, simply kicking them out of the parks is not gonna cut it. which is obvious in this situation, i hope.
however, it is this phony "war on terror" that really baffles me. i know i sound like i'm just ranting, but this really makes no sense to me. they shoot at innocent civilians and bomb innocent civilians. they're no worse than anoyone else with a gun.
very few terrorists we hear about come from palaces. if any. period.
it is our responsibility as the "Developed World" to assist the "Developing World" otherwise everything collapses one way or another.
It is up to groups and individuals to see the real problem of global poverty here.
because obviously governments in the west are simply NOT understanding the truth. we must make them understand via advocacy, delegation, and simply making a lot of noise!
the problem of terrorism is not in who-has-what-gun...
it's in who-has-no-food.
you wanna fight terrorism, mr. pres... try feeding people who ask for bread.
i dont wanna judge you because i know i'm a lot worse, but i just hope that, as someone in a position of power, you'll remember one very important tough teaching of Jesus:
"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" -Matthew 7:9-11
after October 5, 2006 i got sick of yelling at you, mr. pres, because i realized i was just as bad as you. all i did was yell. now i wanna simply advise.
in a couple years i'm gonna be living in another country. maybe i'll even take on a new citizenship. but i'll at least be TRYING to do what you are CHOOSING NOT to do!
you an' me ain't that different, you know. i just see the truth as something i can't hide from. you see t as something to ignore.
i pray your successor's someone actually willing to be used by God.
maybe i'll find it easier to obey them if i see God in their actions.
if i can't forgive you, then i can't forgive myself... just give me time
and mine is a very liberal method of reform in respects such as fighting terrorism and homelessness.
to fight homelessness, every level of every government must get involved at the core, and earnestly strive to make things better for each individual. otherwise, simply kicking them out of the parks is not gonna cut it. which is obvious in this situation, i hope.
however, it is this phony "war on terror" that really baffles me. i know i sound like i'm just ranting, but this really makes no sense to me. they shoot at innocent civilians and bomb innocent civilians. they're no worse than anoyone else with a gun.
very few terrorists we hear about come from palaces. if any. period.
it is our responsibility as the "Developed World" to assist the "Developing World" otherwise everything collapses one way or another.
It is up to groups and individuals to see the real problem of global poverty here.
because obviously governments in the west are simply NOT understanding the truth. we must make them understand via advocacy, delegation, and simply making a lot of noise!
the problem of terrorism is not in who-has-what-gun...
it's in who-has-no-food.
you wanna fight terrorism, mr. pres... try feeding people who ask for bread.
i dont wanna judge you because i know i'm a lot worse, but i just hope that, as someone in a position of power, you'll remember one very important tough teaching of Jesus:
"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" -Matthew 7:9-11
after October 5, 2006 i got sick of yelling at you, mr. pres, because i realized i was just as bad as you. all i did was yell. now i wanna simply advise.
in a couple years i'm gonna be living in another country. maybe i'll even take on a new citizenship. but i'll at least be TRYING to do what you are CHOOSING NOT to do!
you an' me ain't that different, you know. i just see the truth as something i can't hide from. you see t as something to ignore.
i pray your successor's someone actually willing to be used by God.
maybe i'll find it easier to obey them if i see God in their actions.
if i can't forgive you, then i can't forgive myself... just give me time
Thursday, May 10, 2007
the half door and the whole new promise!
My new dear friend and comrade named Emily was the half door. The most desperately confusing of my dilemmas was how to hang onto a good friendship with her, in spite of a growing attraction to her that I sensed in myself.
Yesterday, I told her flat out what the issues were within myself. We both feel really good about not trying a romantic relationship or anything of the sort. Friends-with-benefits is also out of the question! We are in fact quite content with simply being there for each other. I need her and I think she needs me.
Today she gave me a book, hiked with me, and let me break through her mask.
DC Talk wrote a book in 2001 called “Live Like a Jesus Freak”, as a companion to their previous book(s) about Jesus Freaks around the world. We’ve been talking a lot in recent days about what it will mean to really live for/like Jesus in our future- and present-tense selfs.
We have talked about Africa, college (and the idea of the lack-thereof), the reality of death and martyrdom for something real, the excitement of having no plans, the possibility of disappearance in order to actually accomplish things, the socio-economic (as well as the natural) stance of Phoenix, Arizona… and just about everything you never hear normal college kids talk about.
We talked about being real and intense and we both agree that we’ve finally met someone as crazy as ourselves! ☺ For we are quite few and far between.
We talked about the Native American reservations, Thailand, Mexico, Tanzania, China, Panama, and Uganda. We talked about how gross suburbs and developments are, and how all they ever do is give birth to themselves (the kind of stable environment that will die out when a new visitor or intruder is introduced). We talked about hating life here in its fakeness and apathy.
We even each tried a taste of some random plant I thought was a mint leaf until I put it in my mouth and thought it might be poison ivy, but thankfully she (being a wannabe Native American!) confirmed for me it is not!
Finally I am breaking out of this place and I am remembering who I exist for, and who I want to exist with. If I live my whole life in steady communication with people like Emily, I have a vague feeling that I should be doing just fine.
This really long blog is an attempt to give Em a shout-out and state that I have re-entered God’s arms for the millionth time in the past year, and maybe with the help of this book she’s given me, I’ll never be truly homesick again.
Thanks, Em.
Peace of Adonai be with you all.
Yesterday, I told her flat out what the issues were within myself. We both feel really good about not trying a romantic relationship or anything of the sort. Friends-with-benefits is also out of the question! We are in fact quite content with simply being there for each other. I need her and I think she needs me.
Today she gave me a book, hiked with me, and let me break through her mask.
DC Talk wrote a book in 2001 called “Live Like a Jesus Freak”, as a companion to their previous book(s) about Jesus Freaks around the world. We’ve been talking a lot in recent days about what it will mean to really live for/like Jesus in our future- and present-tense selfs.
We have talked about Africa, college (and the idea of the lack-thereof), the reality of death and martyrdom for something real, the excitement of having no plans, the possibility of disappearance in order to actually accomplish things, the socio-economic (as well as the natural) stance of Phoenix, Arizona… and just about everything you never hear normal college kids talk about.
We talked about being real and intense and we both agree that we’ve finally met someone as crazy as ourselves! ☺ For we are quite few and far between.
We talked about the Native American reservations, Thailand, Mexico, Tanzania, China, Panama, and Uganda. We talked about how gross suburbs and developments are, and how all they ever do is give birth to themselves (the kind of stable environment that will die out when a new visitor or intruder is introduced). We talked about hating life here in its fakeness and apathy.
We even each tried a taste of some random plant I thought was a mint leaf until I put it in my mouth and thought it might be poison ivy, but thankfully she (being a wannabe Native American!) confirmed for me it is not!
Finally I am breaking out of this place and I am remembering who I exist for, and who I want to exist with. If I live my whole life in steady communication with people like Emily, I have a vague feeling that I should be doing just fine.
This really long blog is an attempt to give Em a shout-out and state that I have re-entered God’s arms for the millionth time in the past year, and maybe with the help of this book she’s given me, I’ll never be truly homesick again.
Thanks, Em.
Peace of Adonai be with you all.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
word of the day: "ouch"
so yeah... church today kinda blew me away.
i've known for ages about God or Jesus speaking right to people, in some way or another. whether borrowing others' voices or not. always just thought it was a metaphore.
today, i think Jesus used my dad to directly attack all my misconceptions. dad talked about a poster that used to hang in his old psychology classroom in college. it read "the truth will set you free, but it will run you through the ringer first."
i want freedom. living in a figurative captivity is probably far worse than being behind bars in any way. i'd rather be able to see that which i am tearing through. because right now i cannot see the chains binding me to Self and Sin.
so, i want freedom. i want truth. i want truth to be known.
for starters, i'm addicted to lust and to anger. violence runs in my veins deeper than any other substance i know. i feel frighteningly natural with my airsoft gun in my hand. i feed the evil in me. i am a horrible person-- a bad person. i have no hope, save for in God's grace. i'm not beating lust, though i'd like to think i am. i fall a couple times a week to serious lust and i feel disgusted for the rest of the day. every waking moment i avoid checking girls out, because i know it won't frickin help me. i won't beat it on my own. i really need to find an accountability partner.
also, my selfishness and laziness will cripple me. but maybe they already have. i pre-judge the rich whites, and have to bite my tongue around certain people who fit that description. i hate the haters and fall prey to my own anger. i call everyone my brothers and my sisters and feel guilty seven-fold because i think i've abandoned Micah and Rachelle, the brother and sister of my won blood.
I say i want to save the world, but i love starbucks and i've given into shopping at wal-mart.... actually that was my airsoft gun's former residence.
i am bad, and maybe evil sometimes. i see and ignore. i have no patience when people are ignored by others. but when it's me it get's justified out the wazzoo! i suck at double standards.
i have developed an anger toward my old conservative christian background, and i know there's probably a girl reading this who thought she'd find more common ground with me insofaras a conservative outlook. i think i'm so afraid to lose her new friendship because she is such a strong reminder to me of God's reality. i see in her this reckless faith and urgency in saving peoples' hearts and lives. i admire her more than she knows. and so much of me is probably pushing her away. i pray not.
but if it does push her, then i guess i'll really be going thru the ringer.
i hate the very corporations that feed me and provide for me every day. i'm too lazy to care and to treat this world and the people in it with any real respect.
and now i've got to clean my room before work, since it is the first step in showing my family any respect today.
i bid you all peace and love. if i have called down any wrath or cold shoulders, then please forgive if you can. but let me know where i stray. i know i have several silent readers. if you are out there, and you can correct me in any way... guide me on... please do.
peace of christ be with you all.
i've known for ages about God or Jesus speaking right to people, in some way or another. whether borrowing others' voices or not. always just thought it was a metaphore.
today, i think Jesus used my dad to directly attack all my misconceptions. dad talked about a poster that used to hang in his old psychology classroom in college. it read "the truth will set you free, but it will run you through the ringer first."
i want freedom. living in a figurative captivity is probably far worse than being behind bars in any way. i'd rather be able to see that which i am tearing through. because right now i cannot see the chains binding me to Self and Sin.
so, i want freedom. i want truth. i want truth to be known.
for starters, i'm addicted to lust and to anger. violence runs in my veins deeper than any other substance i know. i feel frighteningly natural with my airsoft gun in my hand. i feed the evil in me. i am a horrible person-- a bad person. i have no hope, save for in God's grace. i'm not beating lust, though i'd like to think i am. i fall a couple times a week to serious lust and i feel disgusted for the rest of the day. every waking moment i avoid checking girls out, because i know it won't frickin help me. i won't beat it on my own. i really need to find an accountability partner.
also, my selfishness and laziness will cripple me. but maybe they already have. i pre-judge the rich whites, and have to bite my tongue around certain people who fit that description. i hate the haters and fall prey to my own anger. i call everyone my brothers and my sisters and feel guilty seven-fold because i think i've abandoned Micah and Rachelle, the brother and sister of my won blood.
I say i want to save the world, but i love starbucks and i've given into shopping at wal-mart.... actually that was my airsoft gun's former residence.
i am bad, and maybe evil sometimes. i see and ignore. i have no patience when people are ignored by others. but when it's me it get's justified out the wazzoo! i suck at double standards.
i have developed an anger toward my old conservative christian background, and i know there's probably a girl reading this who thought she'd find more common ground with me insofaras a conservative outlook. i think i'm so afraid to lose her new friendship because she is such a strong reminder to me of God's reality. i see in her this reckless faith and urgency in saving peoples' hearts and lives. i admire her more than she knows. and so much of me is probably pushing her away. i pray not.
but if it does push her, then i guess i'll really be going thru the ringer.
i hate the very corporations that feed me and provide for me every day. i'm too lazy to care and to treat this world and the people in it with any real respect.
and now i've got to clean my room before work, since it is the first step in showing my family any respect today.
i bid you all peace and love. if i have called down any wrath or cold shoulders, then please forgive if you can. but let me know where i stray. i know i have several silent readers. if you are out there, and you can correct me in any way... guide me on... please do.
peace of christ be with you all.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
my dad, spiderman, don cheadle, derek webb, evon christian, krissi bernd, the fraser women, punjabican, Jesus...
all my mentors (yes, spiderman currently counts as a temporary mentor :) ) are urging me to do what is right, to fight the good fight and above all-- to do it non-violently.
i am listening to them. i am completely understanding them.
i am relating to them:
"you know the tree by the fruit
just between me and you
i never do what i want
i do what i'm taught
and i've been learning a lot
about the violence i'm capable of"
-Derek Webb, "I Don't Want to Fight"
"Lately things have been going my way. But I have this bad feeling. This darkness I've discovered has a power far greater than anything I could have imagined. It's... intoxicating."
-Spiderman, "Spiderman 3" trailer
and i thought i was learning from them. but somehow i keep seeing violence as some actual frickin plausible mode of change.
"if you beat them at their own game, then you've already lost."
-Evon Christian
i have this concept of doing a lot of good in Africa in a short period of time, and a feeling that i'm gonna die young, lookin down the barrel of a gun i'll think i'd buried long before.
"even if you think there's all this glory in dying for a cause, think about what you'll do to everyone else."
-Stacey Littlefield, my father, my accountability, and my only superhero
i've been wrestling with the possibility of taking up arms in a defensive militia in Africa, with a group of comrades hell-bent of defending the innocent by becoming guilty in their stead. that's what sucks.
"every hero has a dark side." (Asher's translation: "every [human] has a dark side.")
-Spiderman 3 game advert.
i've become aware of my own violence and dangerous capabilities again.
i'm in agreement with no one, especially not God. especially not myself.
so maybe i will die early. maybe i'll be gone in 10 years like my premonition. maybe i'll never get married, maybe i'll live life on the run, but i pray i never have to f*****g take the life of one of my brothers! it is not my right. i am not a killer.
"so i'm walking away from this
before i hurt someone
'cause i'm facing enemies
on both sides of the gun"
and whether you believe he is who he said he was, you've gotta understand the gist of what he said, at least in this one case:
"...let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!"
-Jesus, John 8.7
pax, brothers and sisters.
and for Pete's sake help me out here! besides,
"it takes a village to raise a child".... no idea who said it, but it's true!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
"Crippling"
i just spent the past hour and a half working out the kinks in the lyrics of a song i wrote. and now i think i'm done with the first draft.
inspired by the rawness of Derek Webb's newest album. in case you never knew my hardest battle, it's in words finally.
i can really relate to some of Derek's songs... especially the one called "I Don't Want to Fight"
but here's mine...
V1:
I'm not a good Christian
I'm not a good person
Ain't no good about me
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
Chorus:
19 years down and I haven't frickin' grown
Haven't stayed on top
More than a minute
But i can't stop trying
Or i won't stop sliding
V2:
I'm not really worth it
I'm not going for it
Ain't no success for me
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
.Chorus.
V3:
I'm not the one to judge you
I'm sure as Hell gonna stop you
Ain't no point in lying
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
.Chorus.
Bridge:
I'm just crippling
The Body of Christ
Learning to shoot
Just to stop the shooter
I know that I'm wrong
But i want the lesser of two evils.
V4:
So close your eyes, darling
I don't want you to see this
ain't no hope for me
But you got freedom
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
When my words dry up
And i'm killing just to stop the dying
please comment if you read this. i hope you can tell i need feedback.
inspired by the rawness of Derek Webb's newest album. in case you never knew my hardest battle, it's in words finally.
i can really relate to some of Derek's songs... especially the one called "I Don't Want to Fight"
but here's mine...
V1:
I'm not a good Christian
I'm not a good person
Ain't no good about me
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
Chorus:
19 years down and I haven't frickin' grown
Haven't stayed on top
More than a minute
But i can't stop trying
Or i won't stop sliding
V2:
I'm not really worth it
I'm not going for it
Ain't no success for me
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
.Chorus.
V3:
I'm not the one to judge you
I'm sure as Hell gonna stop you
Ain't no point in lying
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
.Chorus.
Bridge:
I'm just crippling
The Body of Christ
Learning to shoot
Just to stop the shooter
I know that I'm wrong
But i want the lesser of two evils.
V4:
So close your eyes, darling
I don't want you to see this
ain't no hope for me
But you got freedom
I'm just the bad guy
With the good intentions
The sinner who won't stop trying
When my words dry up
And i'm killing just to stop the dying
please comment if you read this. i hope you can tell i need feedback.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
that hallway of 82 and a half...
i'm standing in a hallway right now, lined with 82 and a half open doors.
yeah that half-door's quite the confusing one.
until i am on the north american continent again in late january 2008, i will not know which one is best. hopefully 81 and a half doors will close. or maybe 82, and then that half-door will grow open or something.
being torn kinda sucks a lot.
Africa will shape me and define me. create me and build me. support me and direct me.
until then i will see only open doors. even the violent ones. i hope those ones close so the peaceful ones can be more appealling. but i can roll with whatever. i shall take all because i have made peace with all. all but that half-door.
still workin' on that one.
the mountains are trembling and time is crescendoing earth's very existence, God's very presence. it's all here. now i just must wait. the entire puzzle is waiting for that one large piece. i am waiting for that one large piece. then can i know whether or not i will someday marry a beautiful queen. until then i struggle to daily make peace with the likelihood that i will go solo on this earth.
if i do marry, she better be fighting by my side. and i better be fighting by her side.
when i recognize you next to me, surging into the jungle mist, across the hazy savannah, and the searing Sahara... then will i take a knee to your soft hand and reach for your finger. if i may.
if i am extinguished before that moment, know that i wanted to reach that point. know that i wanted to get there. but that my number was up too early. i'm at peace with that. ready to go.
"how are you not afraid to go over there?"
"because i know i'm going to die there."
..."good nuff fo me"...
pax to the beloved of heavenly Adonai
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
an inner battle to decide my battlefields...
I have lobbied Congresspersons twice now, for international efforts to really protect the civilians of Darfur in Sudan.
I have shouted in the streets at a war protest on October 5, 2006. I have laid on the cold asphalt in front of the very building i would later delegate to, in solidarity with those needlessly killed in Bush's wars. Inside the federal building, there was hung a portrait of Bush.
I am still trying to subvert his authority.
((I did not elect him. I speak out against many in power in the rich, western world.))
I am still going to subvert their authority.
I am one who is against the rulers who know nothing of the people.
One way or another, baby. for one sin or another, you're goin' down... I'm gonna rescue my brother.
whether in the
Black Block,
Black Bloc,
or Black Box
...i'm going to subvert your rule. i will not play by your rules. i do not have to ignore my family in the rest of the world.
i do not have to put myself above others.
i do not have to buy more crap to please myself.
i do not have to marry.
i do not have to raise a child in this world.
i do not have to get rich quick.
i do not have to say the pledge of allegiance.
i do not have to live with their blood on my hands.
i would rather die with MY blood on YOUR hands.
i am not God. i am not always right. but i know that you are wrong.
in the words of Kokolo, from the Afrobeat Sudan Aid Project (ASAP),
"Mister Sinister, a word with you sir,
Kindly please let me speak my mind,
Mister Sinister, a word with you sir,
Kindly please let me speak my mind...
So much blood upon your hands
How can you make valid claims
To define yourself as civilized?
Murder hides behind your smile
As they fall for your profile
Find another fool to sympathize.
Why, why would i bow to you, Mister Mister Mister?
Why, why would i bow to you, Mister Sinister?"
--Mister Sinister, a word with you sir,
Kindly get the hell out my way!--
{when all else fails, brothers and sisters, never forget why you are fighting}
I have shouted in the streets at a war protest on October 5, 2006. I have laid on the cold asphalt in front of the very building i would later delegate to, in solidarity with those needlessly killed in Bush's wars. Inside the federal building, there was hung a portrait of Bush.
I am still trying to subvert his authority.
((I did not elect him. I speak out against many in power in the rich, western world.))
I am still going to subvert their authority.
I am one who is against the rulers who know nothing of the people.
One way or another, baby. for one sin or another, you're goin' down... I'm gonna rescue my brother.
whether in the
Black Block,
Black Bloc,
or Black Box
...i'm going to subvert your rule. i will not play by your rules. i do not have to ignore my family in the rest of the world.
i do not have to put myself above others.
i do not have to buy more crap to please myself.
i do not have to marry.
i do not have to raise a child in this world.
i do not have to get rich quick.
i do not have to say the pledge of allegiance.
i do not have to live with their blood on my hands.
i would rather die with MY blood on YOUR hands.
i am not God. i am not always right. but i know that you are wrong.
in the words of Kokolo, from the Afrobeat Sudan Aid Project (ASAP),
"Mister Sinister, a word with you sir,
Kindly please let me speak my mind,
Mister Sinister, a word with you sir,
Kindly please let me speak my mind...
So much blood upon your hands
How can you make valid claims
To define yourself as civilized?
Murder hides behind your smile
As they fall for your profile
Find another fool to sympathize.
Why, why would i bow to you, Mister Mister Mister?
Why, why would i bow to you, Mister Sinister?"
--Mister Sinister, a word with you sir,
Kindly get the hell out my way!--
{when all else fails, brothers and sisters, never forget why you are fighting}
Sunday, April 15, 2007
my purity ring
maybe this ring-- a promise not to be sexually active before marriage, so as to save myself for my wife-- will possibly be the only ring i ever wear on my left hand. no engagement ring for guys, and no wedding band.
for now, that's the outlook i find God to be leading me toward. i'm pretty open to change, and i got no issue with this outlook changing in the future. but i like to think that if i roll with this outlook for now, then perhaps the woman i end up marrying will be honored in me not looking around my whole life before her. if i marry the prostitute hangin out on the corner, i won't be angry with her for her past. I want to be as faithful and loving and forgiving to her as Hosea (as faithful and loving and forgiving to ME as God)...
I know that if i stick to God and God alone for now, as the one i want to be most intimate wit, then i ain't worried bout who or what comes next wit dis revelation. got it?
i'm a sojourner, ragged, dirty, and pretty effin' broken, if you ask me.
but dass coo wit me. roll wit it.
by the way...
I know i'm real broken and i screw up almost everything i do, or try for, but i know that what i got best is my relationships with my brothers and sisters. thank you all.
peace.
(or rather,)
SHALOM
(^look it up, it's deeper than u may think)
for now, that's the outlook i find God to be leading me toward. i'm pretty open to change, and i got no issue with this outlook changing in the future. but i like to think that if i roll with this outlook for now, then perhaps the woman i end up marrying will be honored in me not looking around my whole life before her. if i marry the prostitute hangin out on the corner, i won't be angry with her for her past. I want to be as faithful and loving and forgiving to her as Hosea (as faithful and loving and forgiving to ME as God)...
I know that if i stick to God and God alone for now, as the one i want to be most intimate wit, then i ain't worried bout who or what comes next wit dis revelation. got it?
i'm a sojourner, ragged, dirty, and pretty effin' broken, if you ask me.
but dass coo wit me. roll wit it.
by the way...
I know i'm real broken and i screw up almost everything i do, or try for, but i know that what i got best is my relationships with my brothers and sisters. thank you all.
peace.
(or rather,)
SHALOM
(^look it up, it's deeper than u may think)
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
YWAM (updated) & Isaiah
ok, so, it looks like i will be definitely taking a year off from school, starting with a DTS (Discipleship Training School) with YWAM in Arusha, Tanzania, from September 10, to January 25, 2008!
After that, it looks to me like I won't have a chance to begin even a spring semester. And frankly, I'm cool with that. pretty much the sweetest thing ever, because regardless of the events and locations my family will be at in the coming year, I will likely be spending some more time back in Arusha, with YWAM hopefully! I'll probably roll a bit in Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, and Africa! :) random list, woohoo!
Oh, and here's this sweet passage I found from Isaiah this morning:
"Learn to do good.
Seek justice.
Help the oppressed.
Defend the cause of orphans.
Fight for the rights of widows."
-Isaiah 1:17 (New Living Translation)
check it. i love it!
pax, yo!
After that, it looks to me like I won't have a chance to begin even a spring semester. And frankly, I'm cool with that. pretty much the sweetest thing ever, because regardless of the events and locations my family will be at in the coming year, I will likely be spending some more time back in Arusha, with YWAM hopefully! I'll probably roll a bit in Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, and Africa! :) random list, woohoo!
Oh, and here's this sweet passage I found from Isaiah this morning:
"Learn to do good.
Seek justice.
Help the oppressed.
Defend the cause of orphans.
Fight for the rights of widows."
-Isaiah 1:17 (New Living Translation)
check it. i love it!
pax, yo!
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