an assignment:

find something to be glad about:

the word glad,

blue-skies-with-white-fluffy-clouds,

great/music/you/can/dance/to,

plunging your hands in cold water.


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you're remarkable for so many reasons.

movie recommendation: the fall

it's really superb, lots of color. a story of pain, love, longing, and triumph.

day 1 on lent:

i deliberated greatly as to what i should give up (or as a friend of my eloquantly put it: trade) my cussing, since it is (apparently) so opposite my character, and take on a longer devotional time/ prayer journal (intraspective time).

initial thoughts:
it's more difficult then i expected it to be.

devotional: meditation--joyce huggett;
scripture: Psalms 103 (bless the Lord, oh my soul.)

psalm 103 made me think about something i was mulling over last night. we sang a song with lines like: "i want to be like my father," and "i desire to be like you," and "i'll risk it all if you make me like you," and "make me just like you," and I couldn't help but wonder if the loads of people surrounding me who were swaying; their mouths moving to the music, their eyes closed in reverance, and their hands lifted in surrender, if they (if i ) really understood the magnitude of what they/we were saying. in theory that is a wonderful idea, if we all acted and spoke with compassion and love the way God does, the world would be such a nice place to live. the thing is... it's not, we're not. a verse (8) in chapter 103 says: "the Lord shows mercy and is kind. He does not become angry quickly, anmd he has great love." those two things are so converse to humanity, to the majority of modern day christians (to myself) that if we spent all of our time simply attempting to accomplish one of them, it would take a life time to master. i kept asking myself: "is that what we really want?" or are we simply trying to be "cute," because it makes us feel like we are better believers.

the stain of love.

quick thought: what if instead of praying that God judge those who do us wrong, follow Christ's example and say, give it all to me, so they may know your mercy.



love endures

the script had called for rain, but it was clear so we faked it.

chapel 2: that's right, tonight i attended my second chapel of the semester. i have many excuses as to why i've not gone to many, but they are all lame and most of them involve the word sleep or late or sick. but i'm slowly working up to the total i need, which is thankfully greatly reduced due to observations.

the chapel was off campus at mitchell's coffee house, which is usually a welcoming environment, but for someone who doesn't like to go to church by themselves, it's torture. but that was one of my resolutions: go to places you wouldn't normally go to alone, alone (which translates as just about everywhere). so i went, and i will probably never go back again. i usually like the alternative style chapels over the service in bush, but ugh, i felt out of my league. so i spent an hour not hearing a soft spoken woman that was being overpowered by the ice blender (impossible) "preach" a self-help sermon with lost words.


things that made my day great,

an exchange from a class today:

teacher: what makes your generation "special", a "joshua generation", the generation that will change the world?
student: because we have a black president.
teacher: obamarama.

2 conversations (over the phone) with people i love who live far away.

a text message sent on a friends phone:

text: hey! i miss you! chuck
re: i miss you too. i guess that makes me the piemaker.

free pancakes!

something that pained me:

what if "history makers", the church, your generation, decided to change their world at home (divorce in their own homes, bashing from their own mouths) before trying to "set the world straight"?

the good stuff:

downloaded a great gadget: the blogger gadget.

just thought I would try it out and post a nice picture.