No, I have not broken my facebook fast...okay I updated my status after watching a movie fri night, and I checked a comment on a vid I posted yesterday, because I couldn't resist. But I've stayed away from it since, and I don't think this blog counts. Anyway, I'm doing well, and looking forward to the pastor's conference this week (it starts wednesday).
This really is a challenge for me not to be caught up with facebook. I mean I like to keep tabs on people, but I wonder if I have an unhealthy addiction to the approval of man. I could be wrong, but you tell me. In any case, the blogs may continue to roll on facebook, but the "captain" is not at the helm, so to speak. Well, I'm going to take a nap. If you get a chance read my note/blog "some observations", and tell me what you think. You may need to read it in chunks, it's pretty long.
have a great week!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Powerful
That's all I can say about today. It was powerful.
I bought a cd at the bookstore blessings, that almost made me cry.
It's called "Live: a deeper level" by Israel & Newbreed
The song is called, "You are not forgotten."
It just pierced right through to my soul.
Even reading the lyrics to it tonight without the music, made me cry.
then on top of that, I felt led to read the first chapter of I Corinthians and was totally blown away.
Ever since my heartbreak of last week, I've been beating myself up off and on.
I thought that it was incredibly stupid of me to express my feelings to her, and
weak of me to cave in to such desires.
Then I read this:
"For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength." I Cor 1:25
Now, I'm not God, but it was almost like the Holy Spirit was telling me, "You're not doing anything different than what I've made you to do."
Then I read this:
However, as it is written:
"What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and what no human mind has conceived—
these things God has prepared for those who love him" I Cor 2:9
I didn't know what to do with myself after that. Should I cry? Or shout out loud? I was floored.
By the way, I'm pretty sure that the girl in question is now a period. Let me translate that for you. It ain't gonna happen. I'm not holding my breath. In fact, I'm releasing it onto God and His Kingdom. That's what I felt like God was telling me yesterday morning.
"Will you love me, and my kingdom with as much passion as you had for this girl?"
through clenched tears, and a heart filled with pain, I said yes.
Get ready Ottawa!
You don't know what's on the loose.
I bought a cd at the bookstore blessings, that almost made me cry.
It's called "Live: a deeper level" by Israel & Newbreed
The song is called, "You are not forgotten."
It just pierced right through to my soul.
Even reading the lyrics to it tonight without the music, made me cry.
then on top of that, I felt led to read the first chapter of I Corinthians and was totally blown away.
Ever since my heartbreak of last week, I've been beating myself up off and on.
I thought that it was incredibly stupid of me to express my feelings to her, and
weak of me to cave in to such desires.
Then I read this:
"For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength." I Cor 1:25
Now, I'm not God, but it was almost like the Holy Spirit was telling me, "You're not doing anything different than what I've made you to do."
Then I read this:
However, as it is written:
"What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and what no human mind has conceived—
these things God has prepared for those who love him" I Cor 2:9
I didn't know what to do with myself after that. Should I cry? Or shout out loud? I was floored.
By the way, I'm pretty sure that the girl in question is now a period. Let me translate that for you. It ain't gonna happen. I'm not holding my breath. In fact, I'm releasing it onto God and His Kingdom. That's what I felt like God was telling me yesterday morning.
"Will you love me, and my kingdom with as much passion as you had for this girl?"
through clenched tears, and a heart filled with pain, I said yes.
Get ready Ottawa!
You don't know what's on the loose.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Some Observations
It’s been good for me to be here at Andy and Gen’s house. It’s so quiet and beautiful. I’ve had many opportunities to just listen to the wind blow, or watch the sun cover the plants. I’m really into symbolism and there are some things I’ve taken note of.
The Wind.
The air is so crisp and cool that one day this past week, all the doors, and windows in the house were open. A soft breeze would blow through the house, and it was just great. I thought of how the understanding of my heart had changed. My heart’s not a dumpster full of trash. It’s a house for God to live in. It’s interesting because that particular day I thought to myself. God all the doors, and windows in my heart are open. Come blow through this house with Your presence.
The Plants
In the backyard, there’s a variety of lush vegetation and herbs. It’s been a real treat to have garden fresh tomatoes, or freshly chopped basil with a meal. I’ve spent several afternoons being quite, and just watching the sunshine on the flowers, and the plants. I thought to myself, How wonderful is this? God has set things in place to grow organically without my help at all. Granted my brother, and sister in law may have put the seeds in and taken care of them, but God is the one who created seeds, and seasons. They grow because that is the system God has put in place and it’s beautiful to see. I thought to myself, God help my roots go down deep. So, that I can soak in the warmth of your grace. Just like the sun.
The Puzzle
J.C. took me over to his house this past Sunday and showed me how skillful a carpenter he is. I went downstairs and saw his workshop. Puzzles, piggie banks, and all manner of crafts abounded everywhere. From tiny little guitars, to a striking cobra snake puzzle still on the table, waiting for the craftsman to help it come to fruition, I listened to him talk about all the wonderful things he had made.
“I made this for my dad. I gave my brother this one. And this is a puzzle that has three layers. I need to change the colors though. It’s not quite right yet.”
I was fascinated by how much skill this guy had. I was starting to wonder what I’ve been doing with all the excess time I have, and whether I could learn a fun trade like this. I was glancing at a shelf full of cool little trinkets, when one in particular caught my eye. It was a three dimensional wooden puzzle that looked like a Jewish star. No, sooner had I motioned to it, then J.C. put it in my hands. He had another one exactly like it, and we walked in the other room to try it out. There are six identical pieces to the puzzle. I kept fiddling with two of them, scratching my head, and trying to remember what the original shape looked like. J.C. showed me how to get one half, but wanted me to try my luck at the other piece. After some time, He showed how to get three pieces together in one hand, and three pieces in the other. That’s where the tricky part is. Putting both halves together. There has to be a little wiggle room between both pieces, but when they finally lock, it’s the best feeling of accomplishment in the world.
I was able to take the puzzle home, and keep trying it out. I eventually got it down to a science, and can put it together in less than five minutes. However, I dropped one of the six pieces, and the edge of a corner got broken. The puzzle still works, but the damage has been done. I thought to myself how this puzzle could represent two souls becoming one. A soul has three components; mind, body, and emotions. In light of recent truth, I’ve discovered that my emotions have been damaged...just like that broken edge. Now, it may very well be that I can glue that corner back, or get J.C. to build an entirely new piece. But as I said before, the damage has been done. My soul can still fit in with my future spouse’s, if that’s God’s will, but that part of my soul will always be chipped. I’m asking God to help me overcome this generational curse of depression, hurt, and lies. Also, for Him to help me with what I can’t do…overcome my own body, heal my heart, and restore what can’t be bought,and create what can't be grown. To me, marriage is a puzzle. It’s a mystery how a man and a woman can somehow become this great collaboration, this beautiful work of art. Two souls inexplicably tied together to form this one great thing.
The Song
“God is able to heal if you listen,
And He’ll show you His will if you listen,
But you’ve gotta be still, and just listen, listen,
Come back, to your, first love, first love..”
-“First Love” by Kirk Franklin
It's intersting how that part about being still reminds me of something my mom would say when i was a kid. "Be still." Stop moving and wiggling. I think I have a tendency to rush around full of energy, and not just chill. I could learn a whole lot just by resting, and not fidgeting so much. God really is tugging at my heart to come back to that place of just flowing with His Spirit. I just want my heart to be enraptured with who He is, and have a healthy obsession with just His presence. He is so much better than anything I think I need. Food, money, good feelings, a wife, a house, etc., just can’t match everything that He is. I used to know this so well. I really don’t know what happened. Praise God! He’s willing to cripple me, if it causes me to be closer to Him. Just like Jacob, I’ve wrestled with God and man, and won. I knew I was going to have an encounter with God, but I didn’t know that I might not be able to walk the same afterwards.
The Prayer
God help me never forget You. Help me remember how good You’ve always been, and always will be. Worship should be more than words on a page. More than a great feeling, an aesthetically pleasing melody or a few rhythmic strums on a guitar. I worship You God, because You are Life, and apart from You, I have no good thing. You’re it. You’re the only One worth saying anything about, or writing about. I thank You. No, I thank You, Lord Jesus. There is no one like You. There is no one like You. You are holy. The nations are Your inheritance. You will be glorified in all the earth. You will be glorified in all the nations. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. I can’t say it enough. I can’t live it enough. I can’t breathe it enough. Thank you. May ever syllable I use, bring glory to You.
The Wind.
The air is so crisp and cool that one day this past week, all the doors, and windows in the house were open. A soft breeze would blow through the house, and it was just great. I thought of how the understanding of my heart had changed. My heart’s not a dumpster full of trash. It’s a house for God to live in. It’s interesting because that particular day I thought to myself. God all the doors, and windows in my heart are open. Come blow through this house with Your presence.
The Plants
In the backyard, there’s a variety of lush vegetation and herbs. It’s been a real treat to have garden fresh tomatoes, or freshly chopped basil with a meal. I’ve spent several afternoons being quite, and just watching the sunshine on the flowers, and the plants. I thought to myself, How wonderful is this? God has set things in place to grow organically without my help at all. Granted my brother, and sister in law may have put the seeds in and taken care of them, but God is the one who created seeds, and seasons. They grow because that is the system God has put in place and it’s beautiful to see. I thought to myself, God help my roots go down deep. So, that I can soak in the warmth of your grace. Just like the sun.
The Puzzle
J.C. took me over to his house this past Sunday and showed me how skillful a carpenter he is. I went downstairs and saw his workshop. Puzzles, piggie banks, and all manner of crafts abounded everywhere. From tiny little guitars, to a striking cobra snake puzzle still on the table, waiting for the craftsman to help it come to fruition, I listened to him talk about all the wonderful things he had made.
“I made this for my dad. I gave my brother this one. And this is a puzzle that has three layers. I need to change the colors though. It’s not quite right yet.”
I was fascinated by how much skill this guy had. I was starting to wonder what I’ve been doing with all the excess time I have, and whether I could learn a fun trade like this. I was glancing at a shelf full of cool little trinkets, when one in particular caught my eye. It was a three dimensional wooden puzzle that looked like a Jewish star. No, sooner had I motioned to it, then J.C. put it in my hands. He had another one exactly like it, and we walked in the other room to try it out. There are six identical pieces to the puzzle. I kept fiddling with two of them, scratching my head, and trying to remember what the original shape looked like. J.C. showed me how to get one half, but wanted me to try my luck at the other piece. After some time, He showed how to get three pieces together in one hand, and three pieces in the other. That’s where the tricky part is. Putting both halves together. There has to be a little wiggle room between both pieces, but when they finally lock, it’s the best feeling of accomplishment in the world.
I was able to take the puzzle home, and keep trying it out. I eventually got it down to a science, and can put it together in less than five minutes. However, I dropped one of the six pieces, and the edge of a corner got broken. The puzzle still works, but the damage has been done. I thought to myself how this puzzle could represent two souls becoming one. A soul has three components; mind, body, and emotions. In light of recent truth, I’ve discovered that my emotions have been damaged...just like that broken edge. Now, it may very well be that I can glue that corner back, or get J.C. to build an entirely new piece. But as I said before, the damage has been done. My soul can still fit in with my future spouse’s, if that’s God’s will, but that part of my soul will always be chipped. I’m asking God to help me overcome this generational curse of depression, hurt, and lies. Also, for Him to help me with what I can’t do…overcome my own body, heal my heart, and restore what can’t be bought,and create what can't be grown. To me, marriage is a puzzle. It’s a mystery how a man and a woman can somehow become this great collaboration, this beautiful work of art. Two souls inexplicably tied together to form this one great thing.
The Song
“God is able to heal if you listen,
And He’ll show you His will if you listen,
But you’ve gotta be still, and just listen, listen,
Come back, to your, first love, first love..”
-“First Love” by Kirk Franklin
It's intersting how that part about being still reminds me of something my mom would say when i was a kid. "Be still." Stop moving and wiggling. I think I have a tendency to rush around full of energy, and not just chill. I could learn a whole lot just by resting, and not fidgeting so much. God really is tugging at my heart to come back to that place of just flowing with His Spirit. I just want my heart to be enraptured with who He is, and have a healthy obsession with just His presence. He is so much better than anything I think I need. Food, money, good feelings, a wife, a house, etc., just can’t match everything that He is. I used to know this so well. I really don’t know what happened. Praise God! He’s willing to cripple me, if it causes me to be closer to Him. Just like Jacob, I’ve wrestled with God and man, and won. I knew I was going to have an encounter with God, but I didn’t know that I might not be able to walk the same afterwards.
The Prayer
God help me never forget You. Help me remember how good You’ve always been, and always will be. Worship should be more than words on a page. More than a great feeling, an aesthetically pleasing melody or a few rhythmic strums on a guitar. I worship You God, because You are Life, and apart from You, I have no good thing. You’re it. You’re the only One worth saying anything about, or writing about. I thank You. No, I thank You, Lord Jesus. There is no one like You. There is no one like You. You are holy. The nations are Your inheritance. You will be glorified in all the earth. You will be glorified in all the nations. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. I can’t say it enough. I can’t live it enough. I can’t breathe it enough. Thank you. May ever syllable I use, bring glory to You.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
New Song
I just wrote a new song to help me cope with a broken heart.
Why is emotional garbage the songwriters choice source for inspiration? I don't know.
Don't look for a recording of this just yet. I'm planning on using a friend's studio next weekend. Depending on my state of mind, I may record it. This is probably one of the hardest things I've ever written, lived, and sung. But I have to move on, and this is part of that process.
I'm completely open to constructive criticism. So, you writers out there need to tell me what's up. Don't be shy. The damage has already been done, and I was the one who pulled the switch. That still doesn't give me an excuse for poor writing.
"When My Tears Do The Singing"
I guess I was wrong
I guess I was wrong
I can’t write,
I can’t write,
The screenplay of her life,
The wind has been knocked out of me,
And I just don’t want to go on,
God, it hurts,
And no one knows it better than me,
I guess I was wrong,
I guess I was wrong,
I can’t write,
I can’t write,
The screenplay of my life,
I wish I could be like her,
But passion gets the better of me,
It’s so hard,
But God knows it better than me.
I don’t see any cameras here,
No stuntmen lined up to take my fall,
It doesn’t seem like anyone is here except me,
And the make up on my face makes me look like a clown,
Before I even met my bride, I went ahead and bought her a gown,
I don’t know why I’m crying over what never was,
It’s just that I loved her so much,
But the feeling wasn’t mutual.
I guess He was right,
I guess He was right,
Only He can write,
Only He can write,
The screenplay of our lives
Why is emotional garbage the songwriters choice source for inspiration? I don't know.
Don't look for a recording of this just yet. I'm planning on using a friend's studio next weekend. Depending on my state of mind, I may record it. This is probably one of the hardest things I've ever written, lived, and sung. But I have to move on, and this is part of that process.
I'm completely open to constructive criticism. So, you writers out there need to tell me what's up. Don't be shy. The damage has already been done, and I was the one who pulled the switch. That still doesn't give me an excuse for poor writing.
"When My Tears Do The Singing"
I guess I was wrong
I guess I was wrong
I can’t write,
I can’t write,
The screenplay of her life,
The wind has been knocked out of me,
And I just don’t want to go on,
God, it hurts,
And no one knows it better than me,
I guess I was wrong,
I guess I was wrong,
I can’t write,
I can’t write,
The screenplay of my life,
I wish I could be like her,
But passion gets the better of me,
It’s so hard,
But God knows it better than me.
I don’t see any cameras here,
No stuntmen lined up to take my fall,
It doesn’t seem like anyone is here except me,
And the make up on my face makes me look like a clown,
Before I even met my bride, I went ahead and bought her a gown,
I don’t know why I’m crying over what never was,
It’s just that I loved her so much,
But the feeling wasn’t mutual.
I guess He was right,
I guess He was right,
Only He can write,
Only He can write,
The screenplay of our lives
Today
"Each heart knows its own bitterness,
and no one else can share its joy."
Proverbs 14:10
That's pretty much where I'm at today.
and no one else can share its joy."
Proverbs 14:10
That's pretty much where I'm at today.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
What it is
I've got to be honest, when I say I'm not doing well, yet I am doing well.
Before you recommend me to the nearest licensed counselor, let me explain.
I did something brave, even for me, this week.
I believe it was the right time, and that conviction is what spurned me to action.
That's my head talking.
I was determined to obey God in all things.
That's my will talking.
I wish that information could sink to my heart and cause it to stop gurgling like a broken washing machine switching from rinse to spin, rinse to spin (think up, down, up, down).
That's my emotions talking.
You now have a snapshot of my soul.
A brief window in time of my mind, will, and emotions at the moment.
I'm reluctant to give this polaroid up, but I know that I need to.
I know I'm not giving full disclosure here, but some things are better left unsaid. Nothing illegal, or unethical.
I will give you a hint. Jimi Hendrix had an ablum entitled: "Axis: Bold as Love".
Let's just say something was triggered in me, and caused a flame to ignite hotter than anything I've felt before.
Almost like the difference between yellow flames, and blue flames. Let me tell you, afterburn is not fun.
Still, at times I sit and think to myself. Man, did that take some guts! I'm trusting Somone wiser and stronger than me.
And I'm also listening to the advice of the very wise who have much needed experience and counsel.
What's done is done. There's no way to reverse it.
That's just what it is.
Before you recommend me to the nearest licensed counselor, let me explain.
I did something brave, even for me, this week.
I believe it was the right time, and that conviction is what spurned me to action.
That's my head talking.
I was determined to obey God in all things.
That's my will talking.
I wish that information could sink to my heart and cause it to stop gurgling like a broken washing machine switching from rinse to spin, rinse to spin (think up, down, up, down).
That's my emotions talking.
You now have a snapshot of my soul.
A brief window in time of my mind, will, and emotions at the moment.
I'm reluctant to give this polaroid up, but I know that I need to.
I know I'm not giving full disclosure here, but some things are better left unsaid. Nothing illegal, or unethical.
I will give you a hint. Jimi Hendrix had an ablum entitled: "Axis: Bold as Love".
Let's just say something was triggered in me, and caused a flame to ignite hotter than anything I've felt before.
Almost like the difference between yellow flames, and blue flames. Let me tell you, afterburn is not fun.
Still, at times I sit and think to myself. Man, did that take some guts! I'm trusting Somone wiser and stronger than me.
And I'm also listening to the advice of the very wise who have much needed experience and counsel.
What's done is done. There's no way to reverse it.
That's just what it is.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Songs that are in my head lately
All I need is you- by Marty Sampson c/o Hillsong
The chorus in this song just plays over and over in my head.
All my days- RSB (Robbie Seay Band)
It starts out really strange, but there's a great bridge in this song that goes
"I love you. I love you. What's more to say? Love not dependent on time and space. I love you. I love you from the depths of my soul. Love like a river that overflows."
Looking out at the gorgeous blue sky with all the trees lining the landscape, causes my heart to grow in wonder of my Maker, as I listen to this song.
Only a Man- Jonny Lang
Man, talk about a great song! It's almost like you're hearing how his heart was exchanged for God's heart. Very cool. If you're a real man, you'll shed some tears after a quick listen to this song. I did and only a real man would admit that.
Be my everything- Tim Hughes
A good friend introduced me to this song, and I really appreciate him sharing it with me.
The chorus in this song just plays over and over in my head.
All my days- RSB (Robbie Seay Band)
It starts out really strange, but there's a great bridge in this song that goes
"I love you. I love you. What's more to say? Love not dependent on time and space. I love you. I love you from the depths of my soul. Love like a river that overflows."
Looking out at the gorgeous blue sky with all the trees lining the landscape, causes my heart to grow in wonder of my Maker, as I listen to this song.
Only a Man- Jonny Lang
Man, talk about a great song! It's almost like you're hearing how his heart was exchanged for God's heart. Very cool. If you're a real man, you'll shed some tears after a quick listen to this song. I did and only a real man would admit that.
Be my everything- Tim Hughes
A good friend introduced me to this song, and I really appreciate him sharing it with me.
Feedback please
Alright, am I so intimidating that no one says anything about my posts? I'll admit I've definitely gone on a limb on my latest post, but there's no excuse for the other ones. Honestly, I'd rather have negative feedback than no feedback at all. No feedback tells me that I'm doing something wrong, or so weird that people can't even relate to it. I'm a writer. I like to write. It's in my blood. You have no idea what release it is for me to unveil my thoughts to the rest of the "world", but it's nice to hear what other people are thinking and feeling. It's been about a week since my last blog, and that will probably be the weekly trend for me. At times, it might be even longer. I may just jot stuff down in my word processor, and then copy it, and paste it, for your blogging pleasure. So, I've just spent the last 4 sentences saying absolutely nothing, but I'm glad that I can share that with you.
Blinding Revelations
Okay, this isn't where I'm going to preach, but it is where I'm going to be sarcastic.
Why has it taken me 3 weeks to realize that my family's ancestors were french, so it would be completely natural for me to learn the language (francais)?
Duh. I think my parents were trying to tell me this before I left, but I wasn't listening.
This part is where I start preaching. The subject is kind of touchy, so I'll try to be extra careful...
Why didn't it don on me that since I'm white, I can encourage people of the same race in a unique way in their walk with God?
This doesn't mean that I can't reach out to people of different color, but my skin tone does provide me a special opportunity to reach out to other white people.
Obviously, everyone's personal context is different. I will never argue that my life is the same as yours, even if we share the same race. But I will argue that God doesn't make junk, and we are uniquely created to be; black, white, asian, latino, a blend, etc. Therefore, let's lead other blacks, whites, asians, latinos, blends, etc's, to Jesus. I want to use everything I have, strength, weakness, weirdness, stupidity, whatever, to the glory of God.
Reader, please do not be offended. I beg you. Race is probably one of the hardest subjects to talk about. Right up there with sex, politics, and religion.
Probably the four things no one should ever bring up in water cooler conversations... or, should they? Again, I hope that I have been careful enough not to purposefully step on anyone's toes. I really don't want to read scathing emails after this, but if it brings glory to God, bring it on.
I leave you with a verse.
"Woe to the world because of offenses! For offenses must come..."
Matthew 18:7
Why has it taken me 3 weeks to realize that my family's ancestors were french, so it would be completely natural for me to learn the language (francais)?
Duh. I think my parents were trying to tell me this before I left, but I wasn't listening.
This part is where I start preaching. The subject is kind of touchy, so I'll try to be extra careful...
Why didn't it don on me that since I'm white, I can encourage people of the same race in a unique way in their walk with God?
This doesn't mean that I can't reach out to people of different color, but my skin tone does provide me a special opportunity to reach out to other white people.
Obviously, everyone's personal context is different. I will never argue that my life is the same as yours, even if we share the same race. But I will argue that God doesn't make junk, and we are uniquely created to be; black, white, asian, latino, a blend, etc. Therefore, let's lead other blacks, whites, asians, latinos, blends, etc's, to Jesus. I want to use everything I have, strength, weakness, weirdness, stupidity, whatever, to the glory of God.
Reader, please do not be offended. I beg you. Race is probably one of the hardest subjects to talk about. Right up there with sex, politics, and religion.
Probably the four things no one should ever bring up in water cooler conversations... or, should they? Again, I hope that I have been careful enough not to purposefully step on anyone's toes. I really don't want to read scathing emails after this, but if it brings glory to God, bring it on.
I leave you with a verse.
"Woe to the world because of offenses! For offenses must come..."
Matthew 18:7
Supercalifragelisticexpealidocious
Sorry, I was at a loss for words to describe this entry. I think it would be impossible for me to catch everyone up on the last few weeks. It might be better to just talk about the past few days. I'm not much for keeping things in succession anyway. And if Joey's reading, yes the Math is owning and I don't allow numbers to rule. I'm drawing lines, declaring wars, and letting it rip.
Last night, we hung out with the Ruby's to celebrate Andy's birthday. Filet migon, and leg of lamb served with garlic butter potatoes, green beans,and even some salad on the side. C'est magnifique! The mint apple sauce for dipping the lamb in was quite good. Listen to me I sound like a Briton. Anyway, it was good to hang out with Jon, Vicki, and the kids.
Wednesday I spent all of the day touring Univ. of Ottawa, which I've dubbed the name "U.F.O.", b/c if you say "U. of O." fast enough it sounds like that. You know what, shut up, it's funny...your mom is a dork. Anyway, it was a blast running around finding what student ministries were on campus. There's quite a few, and it looks like they actually do things like food, sports, bible studies, etc. The only bummer is no physical shred of evidence that IV (Intervarsity) is there. They have a website, but that's as much as I've seen in my two day excursion of the two BIG campuses (U.O., and Carleton). Thursday, I stopped by to find out when the clubs would be out, and decided to go take a guided tour of Carleton with Dave. The cool thing about Carleton is you can take a train to get there. People must take for granted the beautiful green landscape that covers this place. My eyes eat it up with a spoon. How's that for weird illustrations? You didn't know your eyes could get hungry did you? Anything is possible in Canada. And I do mean anything. At two different times I saw someone whom I will describe as "Moe-man". It's not quite woman, it's not quite man, and unfortunately it's not really Pat either. He stretches for the old SNL skit that no one knows about on third base, and he's...tagged out. Sigh. No, it's moman. The scary thing is that it's a biological mix match. And that's where I'm going to stop talking about that subject, and move on to a new one.
Fresh asparagus anyone? Ha ha. You have to keep reading, you have to keep reading. It's nice to have a captive audience. La la la, la la la. Hey, I have to put up with cute little girls running around singing, so you have to as well.
So later that wednesday, I went to the Jericho Road Coffehouse. It's always a good ego check. Rosa, a caucasian lady in her mid thirties, with eyes bulging to each side, was telling me about how she was born deaf, but then regained her hearing from a surgery when she was 16. She told me all this, b/c the worship was too loud for her, since once the volume got to a certain level, it was just noise. She also talked to me about her family line that goes across Europe and elsewhere. I tried to imagine her as a successful business woman in a suit, impressing me with her riveting life. I guess I got the idea from a movie called "The Boys Next Door." Afterwards, Colin picked me, and a couple of other guys up to go bowling. Now, in Canada, they do mini bowl. Apparently, in the States, we are all Neanderthals for using heavy bowling bowls with 3-5 holes in them. Whatever. I'm about as good at mini-golf as my friend Matt is at Nertz...terrible. Monica is a great competitor though. She won the first round, and said the scores for the other two didn't count. I played her in Air Hockey, along with five other ppl who lost, but in the second round I almost got her at 5-7. If you're reading this, I'm gonna take you down. I want a re-match!
Thursday, we hung out with Dave who pretty much knew all the peep's with Campus crusade. I've discovered that this campus group, Campus Crusade for Christ, has been rocking it at both schools. Randy, who had faithfully trekked with me for a day and a half, wanted to break off for the rest of thursday. The cool thing is later in the day, I found another christian club "Campus Prayer", and met two good looking black believers. A-men. I have gotten so tired of vanilla, I'm glad Jesus has some chocolate up in Ottawa U. So, I got some time by myself, and realized that I wanted to go to the schools music library to check out Handel's "Dettingen Te Deum". I was reading about it in Francis Schaeffer's "Art and the Bible." It was really really good. Life changing in fact. My creativity has now exponentially grown after listening to that chorale work, in context with Schaeffer's timely writings. God is way interested in the Arts, but their place is under His authority. Even if you're not the artsy-fartsy type, you might benefit by reading his book. It's really good.
So, both days were really long, but good. I couldn't hold out on Thursday night for one of the many bible studies on both college campuses. So, I decided to head for home on the bus.
Friday I woke up and felt every step of the staircase. It was really pathetic. I got a chance to work on my worship set for Friday, and be ready to practice with Randy a.k.a. "The Conga Kid" that night. After dining at Ruby's, Andy dropped me off at Randy's house. I had a long talk with Brian about music, awesome times of worship where God's presence was better than the notes, and creative Pastors who saw a place for addicts who needed community. Good stuff. I hope I get a chance to jam with him. He couldn't play that night, b/c he's taking lessons on the drums, and he has a pretty rigorous practicing schedule. So, me and Randy went through the set,and then some. We were going to watch "Cinderella Man", but unfortunately the dvd player was possessed. It kept turing off, and on saying reading. This is an uncommon thing, and had never happened before. Eventually, we gave up on the player and caught an episode of the simpsons. Good times. Afterwards, I went to bed.
Isabelle, is telling me it's time to eat homemade pizza that my brother just made. I'm sorry, but I have to go make sure that pizza gets some love.
Peace.
Last night, we hung out with the Ruby's to celebrate Andy's birthday. Filet migon, and leg of lamb served with garlic butter potatoes, green beans,and even some salad on the side. C'est magnifique! The mint apple sauce for dipping the lamb in was quite good. Listen to me I sound like a Briton. Anyway, it was good to hang out with Jon, Vicki, and the kids.
Wednesday I spent all of the day touring Univ. of Ottawa, which I've dubbed the name "U.F.O.", b/c if you say "U. of O." fast enough it sounds like that. You know what, shut up, it's funny...your mom is a dork. Anyway, it was a blast running around finding what student ministries were on campus. There's quite a few, and it looks like they actually do things like food, sports, bible studies, etc. The only bummer is no physical shred of evidence that IV (Intervarsity) is there. They have a website, but that's as much as I've seen in my two day excursion of the two BIG campuses (U.O., and Carleton). Thursday, I stopped by to find out when the clubs would be out, and decided to go take a guided tour of Carleton with Dave. The cool thing about Carleton is you can take a train to get there. People must take for granted the beautiful green landscape that covers this place. My eyes eat it up with a spoon. How's that for weird illustrations? You didn't know your eyes could get hungry did you? Anything is possible in Canada. And I do mean anything. At two different times I saw someone whom I will describe as "Moe-man". It's not quite woman, it's not quite man, and unfortunately it's not really Pat either. He stretches for the old SNL skit that no one knows about on third base, and he's...tagged out. Sigh. No, it's moman. The scary thing is that it's a biological mix match. And that's where I'm going to stop talking about that subject, and move on to a new one.
Fresh asparagus anyone? Ha ha. You have to keep reading, you have to keep reading. It's nice to have a captive audience. La la la, la la la. Hey, I have to put up with cute little girls running around singing, so you have to as well.
So later that wednesday, I went to the Jericho Road Coffehouse. It's always a good ego check. Rosa, a caucasian lady in her mid thirties, with eyes bulging to each side, was telling me about how she was born deaf, but then regained her hearing from a surgery when she was 16. She told me all this, b/c the worship was too loud for her, since once the volume got to a certain level, it was just noise. She also talked to me about her family line that goes across Europe and elsewhere. I tried to imagine her as a successful business woman in a suit, impressing me with her riveting life. I guess I got the idea from a movie called "The Boys Next Door." Afterwards, Colin picked me, and a couple of other guys up to go bowling. Now, in Canada, they do mini bowl. Apparently, in the States, we are all Neanderthals for using heavy bowling bowls with 3-5 holes in them. Whatever. I'm about as good at mini-golf as my friend Matt is at Nertz...terrible. Monica is a great competitor though. She won the first round, and said the scores for the other two didn't count. I played her in Air Hockey, along with five other ppl who lost, but in the second round I almost got her at 5-7. If you're reading this, I'm gonna take you down. I want a re-match!
Thursday, we hung out with Dave who pretty much knew all the peep's with Campus crusade. I've discovered that this campus group, Campus Crusade for Christ, has been rocking it at both schools. Randy, who had faithfully trekked with me for a day and a half, wanted to break off for the rest of thursday. The cool thing is later in the day, I found another christian club "Campus Prayer", and met two good looking black believers. A-men. I have gotten so tired of vanilla, I'm glad Jesus has some chocolate up in Ottawa U. So, I got some time by myself, and realized that I wanted to go to the schools music library to check out Handel's "Dettingen Te Deum". I was reading about it in Francis Schaeffer's "Art and the Bible." It was really really good. Life changing in fact. My creativity has now exponentially grown after listening to that chorale work, in context with Schaeffer's timely writings. God is way interested in the Arts, but their place is under His authority. Even if you're not the artsy-fartsy type, you might benefit by reading his book. It's really good.
So, both days were really long, but good. I couldn't hold out on Thursday night for one of the many bible studies on both college campuses. So, I decided to head for home on the bus.
Friday I woke up and felt every step of the staircase. It was really pathetic. I got a chance to work on my worship set for Friday, and be ready to practice with Randy a.k.a. "The Conga Kid" that night. After dining at Ruby's, Andy dropped me off at Randy's house. I had a long talk with Brian about music, awesome times of worship where God's presence was better than the notes, and creative Pastors who saw a place for addicts who needed community. Good stuff. I hope I get a chance to jam with him. He couldn't play that night, b/c he's taking lessons on the drums, and he has a pretty rigorous practicing schedule. So, me and Randy went through the set,and then some. We were going to watch "Cinderella Man", but unfortunately the dvd player was possessed. It kept turing off, and on saying reading. This is an uncommon thing, and had never happened before. Eventually, we gave up on the player and caught an episode of the simpsons. Good times. Afterwards, I went to bed.
Isabelle, is telling me it's time to eat homemade pizza that my brother just made. I'm sorry, but I have to go make sure that pizza gets some love.
Peace.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Devotions
It's been really good doin' the A.D.D. devotions. I think I've finally gotten it down.
I'm writing this blog to see how people are doing with it (especailly the Floridians).
here's some helpful hints I've found:
When journaling life, list people you've met, or things that are going on. 2 minutes max
Look at Scripture that's for you, don't think about these "great revelations" that everyone else needs to know about. What is God revealing about Himself to you through his Word?
I'm writing this blog to see how people are doing with it (especailly the Floridians).
here's some helpful hints I've found:
When journaling life, list people you've met, or things that are going on. 2 minutes max
Look at Scripture that's for you, don't think about these "great revelations" that everyone else needs to know about. What is God revealing about Himself to you through his Word?
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