Make me a servant, humble and meek.
Lord, let me lift up those who are weak.
And may the prayer of my heart always be:
Make me a servant, make me a servant,
Make me a servant today.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Pictures.
I finally got all my pictures back from the trip. I really wanted to get them all put onto a really cool site and impress everybody with my growing html skills. Apparently, I have way too many pictures for a VT filebox site (unless I go through and shrink them all one by one) so I had to break down and use Yahoo. My apologies. Still, enjoy.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Re: Break
Still no pictures to post as Melissa has all of mine (including the CDs). Hopefully those will get up by this weekend sometime.
Meanwhile, let me catch up on what all happened this past week. I think the best way is going to be just hitting the highlights, so here goes:
The Drive: Eight-plus hours each way with Robbie, Melissa, and Yik (on the way back) means fun times. It's extended confined periods that lead to quotes like: "Severed puppy heads," "killer cemetery," and "In the end, I survived." We also learned the difference between sneaked and snuck, the importance of a clean palette, the status of Swedish Fish as the greatest candy, and that Robbie is easily distracted when driving (this caused some missed exits, speed limits, etc.). I also got to play with a cell phone. Buttons and I are not such a great combination.
Philly: Yes, we ran up the steps of the art museum. Yes, we had steaks (except for the sole person who ordered a "steak, no steak" which was quite entertaining). I really enjoyed the art museum, especially the early European stuff. Although once you hit the 1500s or so, it's not quite the same. I could have spent days in the European exhibits alone, another day or so in the Asian section. I ran out of time and I didn't even make it to the modern exhibits (although I'm not sure I missed much there).
Sunday:For the sole reason that we had to climb a barbed wire fence to get to church. Long story. Hilarious, but long. All I'm going to say for now is that I am still infinitely proud of us.
People: The staff, teachers, and missionaries are all really amazing people. I worked with Ms. Judy and Ms. Graham all week. They run a tight ship, let me tell you, but you can tell how much they love the kids.
The Kids: So many kids, so much love. I couldn't believe quickly they attached themselves. I wasn't expecting to get as involved as I did with the kids, but there was no way to avoid it even if I had wanted to. Needless to say, I miss my babies...
Tap: Melissa and I taught tap in the afterschool program. Considering I took two weeks of tap six years ago, I was expecting to be no more than a metronome. We actually got quite a bit done. The kids now have nearly perfect shuffles. Three hours a day, every day, plus outside practice hours. I was exhausted and loving every bit of it. The kids really enjoyed it as well, or so it seemed. Now the prayer is that we can find someone to go into the school to continue with lessons.
I absolutely fell in love with the school and can't wait to get back up there. I learned so much just from a week of serving. Going up, my prayer was mainly to be a blessing to the teachers. I wanted to serve them in any way I could which I did and I loved. It definitely reiterated what I knew of my longing to serve and made me even more determined to strive to be God's hands. I also surprised myself, teaching isn't so bad after all.
For as long as I can remember, my mom has been studying/preparing to be the teacher she is now (she only started teaching a couple of years ago). She would tease me that I would wind up teaching as well. Yeah, right...My Kindergarten, 6th and many of my high school teachers also encouraged me to look into teaching. My response was always "Nope, not gonna happen." My main reason being I didn't think I would ever be able to clearly explain concepts to others when I just barely get away without confusing myself. And I had seen what teaching was and didn't want a part of it. Yeah, that's a bit different now. Not only did I learn that I kind of enjoyed teaching the kids, I wasn't that bad at it after all. Who knew? Not that my new passion is teaching or that I am dead set on being a teacher...but the idea has gone from "No way on Earth" to "You know, I could do this" and it is no longer ruled out as an option. Hmm...
Meanwhile, let me catch up on what all happened this past week. I think the best way is going to be just hitting the highlights, so here goes:
The Drive: Eight-plus hours each way with Robbie, Melissa, and Yik (on the way back) means fun times. It's extended confined periods that lead to quotes like: "Severed puppy heads," "killer cemetery," and "In the end, I survived." We also learned the difference between sneaked and snuck, the importance of a clean palette, the status of Swedish Fish as the greatest candy, and that Robbie is easily distracted when driving (this caused some missed exits, speed limits, etc.). I also got to play with a cell phone. Buttons and I are not such a great combination.
Philly: Yes, we ran up the steps of the art museum. Yes, we had steaks (except for the sole person who ordered a "steak, no steak" which was quite entertaining). I really enjoyed the art museum, especially the early European stuff. Although once you hit the 1500s or so, it's not quite the same. I could have spent days in the European exhibits alone, another day or so in the Asian section. I ran out of time and I didn't even make it to the modern exhibits (although I'm not sure I missed much there).
Sunday:For the sole reason that we had to climb a barbed wire fence to get to church. Long story. Hilarious, but long. All I'm going to say for now is that I am still infinitely proud of us.
People: The staff, teachers, and missionaries are all really amazing people. I worked with Ms. Judy and Ms. Graham all week. They run a tight ship, let me tell you, but you can tell how much they love the kids.
The Kids: So many kids, so much love. I couldn't believe quickly they attached themselves. I wasn't expecting to get as involved as I did with the kids, but there was no way to avoid it even if I had wanted to. Needless to say, I miss my babies...
Tap: Melissa and I taught tap in the afterschool program. Considering I took two weeks of tap six years ago, I was expecting to be no more than a metronome. We actually got quite a bit done. The kids now have nearly perfect shuffles. Three hours a day, every day, plus outside practice hours. I was exhausted and loving every bit of it. The kids really enjoyed it as well, or so it seemed. Now the prayer is that we can find someone to go into the school to continue with lessons.
I absolutely fell in love with the school and can't wait to get back up there. I learned so much just from a week of serving. Going up, my prayer was mainly to be a blessing to the teachers. I wanted to serve them in any way I could which I did and I loved. It definitely reiterated what I knew of my longing to serve and made me even more determined to strive to be God's hands. I also surprised myself, teaching isn't so bad after all.
For as long as I can remember, my mom has been studying/preparing to be the teacher she is now (she only started teaching a couple of years ago). She would tease me that I would wind up teaching as well. Yeah, right...My Kindergarten, 6th and many of my high school teachers also encouraged me to look into teaching. My response was always "Nope, not gonna happen." My main reason being I didn't think I would ever be able to clearly explain concepts to others when I just barely get away without confusing myself. And I had seen what teaching was and didn't want a part of it. Yeah, that's a bit different now. Not only did I learn that I kind of enjoyed teaching the kids, I wasn't that bad at it after all. Who knew? Not that my new passion is teaching or that I am dead set on being a teacher...but the idea has gone from "No way on Earth" to "You know, I could do this" and it is no longer ruled out as an option. Hmm...
Monday, March 15, 2004
Back Again
After a week of spending every day playing with Kindergarteners and then teaching tap from 3-6 every afternoon, I wonder how long it is going to take me to get back into "big school" mode. I mean, no more recess? What's up with that? And exactly why do I need to know how to count past 8?
I had an amazing time this week. The kids at FDCS are awesome. More coherent posts and pictures are coming soon...
I had an amazing time this week. The kids at FDCS are awesome. More coherent posts and pictures are coming soon...
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Ready and.......Break.
I'm headed off to Chester, PA for Spring Break. "But why," you ask, "would I want to go North, where it's colder?"
I'm headed, along with the HokiePundit and other Navigators, up to Frederick Douglass Christian School.
In other words, for the next week, I get to go back to kindergarten.
Pray that we would have good fellowship and that we would be a blessing to the teachers (and others) at the school.
I'm headed, along with the HokiePundit and other Navigators, up to Frederick Douglass Christian School.
In other words, for the next week, I get to go back to kindergarten.
Pray that we would have good fellowship and that we would be a blessing to the teachers (and others) at the school.
The Passion Revisited
I went and saw The Passion again tonight. This time I'm not going to wait to write about it. In fact, I walked right in and sat down to do this...no distractions this time.
This time I was able to go with a friend who I have been wanting to go with since the movie came out. I was really hoping that the movie would impact her in some way. I realized on the way home that I needed to see it again as well. I feel as if the first time I went, it was more as watching a movie for a movie's sake. I was continually impressed by how beautifully done the story was and how certain aspects were portrayed. I kept looking for scenes wondering how Gibson was going to interpret them, how they would transpose to screen.
I left the movie the first time thinking it was wonderfully and powerfully done. But I think the first time 'round I was more interested in method than message. This time, I didn't have that to distract me. I was able to catch little things that completely blew me away, tie some things together that I had skimmed the first time.
This time, I cried.
This time I was able to go with a friend who I have been wanting to go with since the movie came out. I was really hoping that the movie would impact her in some way. I realized on the way home that I needed to see it again as well. I feel as if the first time I went, it was more as watching a movie for a movie's sake. I was continually impressed by how beautifully done the story was and how certain aspects were portrayed. I kept looking for scenes wondering how Gibson was going to interpret them, how they would transpose to screen.
I left the movie the first time thinking it was wonderfully and powerfully done. But I think the first time 'round I was more interested in method than message. This time, I didn't have that to distract me. I was able to catch little things that completely blew me away, tie some things together that I had skimmed the first time.
This time, I cried.
Friday, March 05, 2004
Warning: Rant Ahead
I couldn't really believe this when I first read it, but it's true.
Online service, oh really? Worship, prayer and scripture...All the perks of a church service with none of the fellowship...Am I missing something here? I mean, isn't fellowship the main reason for gathering as a church in the first place? This way we can be even more detached from those we should be building up, learning from, and holding accountable.....
Wait, let me check....No, Hebrews 10:25 still says (emphasis mine):
not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.
Sheesh....and how are you supposed to take communion? Break out the Wonder Bread and Juicy Juice at home? I don't think that's what is meant by childlike faith....
Online service, oh really? Worship, prayer and scripture...All the perks of a church service with none of the fellowship...Am I missing something here? I mean, isn't fellowship the main reason for gathering as a church in the first place? This way we can be even more detached from those we should be building up, learning from, and holding accountable.....
Wait, let me check....No, Hebrews 10:25 still says (emphasis mine):
not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.
Sheesh....and how are you supposed to take communion? Break out the Wonder Bread and Juicy Juice at home? I don't think that's what is meant by childlike faith....
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Hinei Ma Tov
I went to bible study tonight with a trembling heart. I was troubled, and a bit terrified, by things I've been seeing in the world around me and the world as a whole (and yes I am being vague). Needless to say, I needed some encouragement. I've said before how important I believe fellowship among believers to be, and tonight was no different.
I think tonight was one of the best bible studies we have ever had, just really analyzing where our fellowship should be and what we have been missing out on.
We had a really wonderful discussion about how, in order to have really true fellowship and be able to encourage each other fully, we have to be vulnerable. We have to be open, honest, and direct whereas we are usually reserved and vague.
It is hard to be completely open with people. I know that I have this layer of scar tissue on my heart that has only recently (within the past year or so) begun to break down. So personally, it is still really hard to put myself completely out before people. I've developed so many defense mechanisms that I have to break those habits. One of the many ways I learned to keep myself from getting hurt was to let my intellect completely override my emotion to the point that, when emotion was shown, it was in extremes. I don't like that. I like to be able to cry with someone in their sorrow or rejoice with them in their joy. I used to think of myself as sympathetic, but I've noticed lately that I have not been nearly as compassionate as I had thought. One of my prayers has been the words of Ezekiel 36:26, for God to "remove the heart of stone from [my] flesh and give [me] a heart of flesh."
I was talking about this with a sister who mentioned that she had the opposite problem: letting her emotions completely guide everything and getting far too involved without thinking thinks out intellectually. Which leads to another aspect of fellowship we talked about in study, how much we have to learn from one another. We can learn from others in areas that we are weak, and teach others in areas that we are strong....
Not a whole bunch of new or revolutionary concepts, but it really meant a lot to me tonight to be able to share the burdens of my heart. Definitely renewed my spirit...
I think tonight was one of the best bible studies we have ever had, just really analyzing where our fellowship should be and what we have been missing out on.
We had a really wonderful discussion about how, in order to have really true fellowship and be able to encourage each other fully, we have to be vulnerable. We have to be open, honest, and direct whereas we are usually reserved and vague.
It is hard to be completely open with people. I know that I have this layer of scar tissue on my heart that has only recently (within the past year or so) begun to break down. So personally, it is still really hard to put myself completely out before people. I've developed so many defense mechanisms that I have to break those habits. One of the many ways I learned to keep myself from getting hurt was to let my intellect completely override my emotion to the point that, when emotion was shown, it was in extremes. I don't like that. I like to be able to cry with someone in their sorrow or rejoice with them in their joy. I used to think of myself as sympathetic, but I've noticed lately that I have not been nearly as compassionate as I had thought. One of my prayers has been the words of Ezekiel 36:26, for God to "remove the heart of stone from [my] flesh and give [me] a heart of flesh."
I was talking about this with a sister who mentioned that she had the opposite problem: letting her emotions completely guide everything and getting far too involved without thinking thinks out intellectually. Which leads to another aspect of fellowship we talked about in study, how much we have to learn from one another. We can learn from others in areas that we are weak, and teach others in areas that we are strong....
Not a whole bunch of new or revolutionary concepts, but it really meant a lot to me tonight to be able to share the burdens of my heart. Definitely renewed my spirit...
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Old fish, new fish
Today is the Seussentennial. So happy birthday to one of my heroes!
Some other fun birthdays I've found for this month:
1: Frederic Francois Copin (1810); Alton Glenn Miller (1904)
3: Alexander Graham Bell (1847)
4: Antonio Vivaldi (1678)
6: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806); Louis "Lou" Costello (1908); Michelangelo de Lodovico Buonarroti-Simoni (1475)
9: Amerigo Vespucci (1454); George "Babe" Ruth (1905); Ferdinand II (1452)
11: Lawrence Welk (1903)
12: Amelia Earhart (1905); Amanda Holmes (1985) ;)
14: Johann Strauss (1804); Billy Crystal (1947); Albert Einstein (1879)
17: Nat "King" Cole (1919)
18: John Updike (1932); Poppin' Fresh, the Pillsbury Dough Boy (1961)
20: Ovid (43 B.C.); Domenikos "El Greco" Theotokopoules (1541); Fred Rogers (1928)
21: Johann Sebastian Bach (1685)
22: Chico Marx (1887); Andrew Lloyd Webber (1948)
24: Ehrich Weiss "Harry Houdini" (1874)
25: Flannery O'Connor (1925)
26: Robert Lee Frost (1874); Thomas Lanier "Tennessee" Williams (1911)
28: Dr. Jonas Salk (1905); August Anheuser Busch, Jr. (1899)
29: Pearl Mae Bailey (1918); Me (1984); Oscar Mayer (1859)
30: Francisco Jose de Goya (1746); Vincent Van Gogh (1853)
31: Rene Descarte (1596); Franz Joseph Haydn (1732); Mary Boykin Miller Chestnut (1823)
And, oh, so many more....
Some other fun birthdays I've found for this month:
1: Frederic Francois Copin (1810); Alton Glenn Miller (1904)
3: Alexander Graham Bell (1847)
4: Antonio Vivaldi (1678)
6: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806); Louis "Lou" Costello (1908); Michelangelo de Lodovico Buonarroti-Simoni (1475)
9: Amerigo Vespucci (1454); George "Babe" Ruth (1905); Ferdinand II (1452)
11: Lawrence Welk (1903)
12: Amelia Earhart (1905); Amanda Holmes (1985) ;)
14: Johann Strauss (1804); Billy Crystal (1947); Albert Einstein (1879)
17: Nat "King" Cole (1919)
18: John Updike (1932); Poppin' Fresh, the Pillsbury Dough Boy (1961)
20: Ovid (43 B.C.); Domenikos "El Greco" Theotokopoules (1541); Fred Rogers (1928)
21: Johann Sebastian Bach (1685)
22: Chico Marx (1887); Andrew Lloyd Webber (1948)
24: Ehrich Weiss "Harry Houdini" (1874)
25: Flannery O'Connor (1925)
26: Robert Lee Frost (1874); Thomas Lanier "Tennessee" Williams (1911)
28: Dr. Jonas Salk (1905); August Anheuser Busch, Jr. (1899)
29: Pearl Mae Bailey (1918); Me (1984); Oscar Mayer (1859)
30: Francisco Jose de Goya (1746); Vincent Van Gogh (1853)
31: Rene Descarte (1596); Franz Joseph Haydn (1732); Mary Boykin Miller Chestnut (1823)
And, oh, so many more....
I saw The Passion on Friday. I'm not quite sure why I haven't said anything about it until now, maybe I just didn't know what to say.
I don't think I have much to say that hasn't already been said by others. I will say it was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. At least not then. I didn't break down until I took communion on Sunday.
I have a friend that wants to go see it and I hope to be able to join her.
I don't think I have much to say that hasn't already been said by others. I will say it was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. At least not then. I didn't break down until I took communion on Sunday.
I have a friend that wants to go see it and I hope to be able to join her.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Hmm...
Apparently some individual(s) on my hall don't appreciate my singing; even though I sing alone, in my room, with the door closed, at times when few people are around, my voice doesn't have the power to carry far through concrete, and I don't have any neighbors except my RA. These critics, however, are generous enough to leave their comments on my message board. Of course, these are the same intellects that think it's funny to switch the nametags on all of the doors in the hall, pretend to do cheerleading routines in the hall at 2:30 AM, and have deep discussions over whether 'tis better to get drunk on Thursday or Friday (i.e. when it would be more convenient to deal with a hangover).
Have I mentioned that I am looking forward to living off campus next year?
Have I mentioned that I am looking forward to living off campus next year?
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Quick Quote
Money is not the key to all happiness but it unlocks some interesting doors.
The irony of it all being that this comes from a fortune cookie--um--fortune found in the compartment of a really swell box purse I found at Goodwill.
The irony of it all being that this comes from a fortune cookie--um--fortune found in the compartment of a really swell box purse I found at Goodwill.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Never Cease to be Amazed.
The sky today was a piercing blue. I found it next to impossible to lower my gaze all afternoon, it was absolutely breathtaking.
I hope I never reach the point where a sunset doesn't stop me in my tracks, or a thunderstorm fails to enthrall me, or where I see trees ablaze in color and think of it as "just another fall."
Ok, I think I can go back to work now.
I hope I never reach the point where a sunset doesn't stop me in my tracks, or a thunderstorm fails to enthrall me, or where I see trees ablaze in color and think of it as "just another fall."
Ok, I think I can go back to work now.
They say Hallmark has a card for everything..
This year, I've finally decided to observe Lent. You read right: my first Lent. I've wanted to before but none of the churches I've gone to growing up observed it, and I always managed to find some excuse or other to talk myself out of it.
Anyway, I've decided to refrain from snacks; the idea being that when I want to munch on something, I can pull out some scripture to meditate on.
For thoughts on Lent head to the Wilderness.
Anyway, I've decided to refrain from snacks; the idea being that when I want to munch on something, I can pull out some scripture to meditate on.
For thoughts on Lent head to the Wilderness.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Which book are you?
I've heard a lot about it but now I really need to read this:
You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Via TSO.
Monday, February 23, 2004
Selah:
musical interlude; also pause/meditate/reflect
Can I just say how awesome gospel music is? We had VT-One Saturday and the Enlightened Gospel Choir was one of the groups that led worship. I think it is next to impossible not to praise when it comes to gospel. It is just raw worship--bone-shaking, soul-shattering worship...
Inspiring. I think some of it may have rubbed off on me by the time we (APEX band) got up to close. It made me realize that I've been holding back some when it comes to worship. But, oh, to let loose completely and worship with all your heart, emptying all of yourself before God.
Shout joyfully to God, all the earth;
Sing to the glory of His name;
Make His praise glorious.
Say to God, "How awesome are Thy works!
Because of the greatness of Thy power
Thine enemies will give feigned obedience to Thee.
All the earth will worship Thee,
And will sing praises to Thee;
They will sing praises to Thy name.
Selah
Psalm 66:1-4
Can I just say how awesome gospel music is? We had VT-One Saturday and the Enlightened Gospel Choir was one of the groups that led worship. I think it is next to impossible not to praise when it comes to gospel. It is just raw worship--bone-shaking, soul-shattering worship...
Inspiring. I think some of it may have rubbed off on me by the time we (APEX band) got up to close. It made me realize that I've been holding back some when it comes to worship. But, oh, to let loose completely and worship with all your heart, emptying all of yourself before God.
Shout joyfully to God, all the earth;
Sing to the glory of His name;
Make His praise glorious.
Say to God, "How awesome are Thy works!
Because of the greatness of Thy power
Thine enemies will give feigned obedience to Thee.
All the earth will worship Thee,
And will sing praises to Thee;
They will sing praises to Thy name.
Selah
Psalm 66:1-4
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Controlling the Blaze
Becky and I have been going through Linda Dillow's Calm My Anxious Heart, which is about contentment in all aspects of life. This week we managed to get to the chapter dealing with greed and Dillow includes a really great quote from A.W. Tozer:
Within the human heart things have taken over. God's gifts now take the place of God, and the whole course of nature is upset by the monstrous substitution.
Dillow also refers to Proverbs 30:14-15a, but what caught my attention was 15b-16:
There are three things that will not be satisfied, four that will not say "Enough":Sheol, and the barren womb, earth that is never satisfied with water, and fire that never says "enough."
So verse 16 combined with Tozer's quote got me thinking...It is really easy for me to fall into the "fire that never says 'enough'" trap. I latch on to things and can't seem to get enough, particularly things of God: fellowship, word, and worship. Now a desire for these things is good, we should never be quenched, we should never be complacent when it comes to our walk with Christ...but I take it a little too far. I get fanatical (almost psychotic) about things.
Especially worship. God has given me a definite heart for worship and has allowed me the opportunity to use that by placing me in a worship band. But I've noticed that I may take things too far. I would love to worship 'til sunrise but sometimes I question my motives; whether I want to keep worshiping because we are giving God the glory due Him or because I love the feeling I get when worshiping and don't want it to end. When we close worship, I have to be careful not to sink into disappointment as I have done before. Instead of riding the afterglow and recognizing the value of the time just spent in worship, I begin to resent that it had to end.
I've done the same before with time in the Word. (I have a different theory as to why I crave fellowship so much, but that's another post.) I can easily fall into treating God as a drug, focusing on the high rather than on Him. And then I'm upset if/when the buzz isn't big enough.
All this, of course, makes me all the more thankful. I mean, any man (or woman for that matter) wouldn't take such abuse...
Within the human heart things have taken over. God's gifts now take the place of God, and the whole course of nature is upset by the monstrous substitution.
Dillow also refers to Proverbs 30:14-15a, but what caught my attention was 15b-16:
There are three things that will not be satisfied, four that will not say "Enough":Sheol, and the barren womb, earth that is never satisfied with water, and fire that never says "enough."
So verse 16 combined with Tozer's quote got me thinking...It is really easy for me to fall into the "fire that never says 'enough'" trap. I latch on to things and can't seem to get enough, particularly things of God: fellowship, word, and worship. Now a desire for these things is good, we should never be quenched, we should never be complacent when it comes to our walk with Christ...but I take it a little too far. I get fanatical (almost psychotic) about things.
Especially worship. God has given me a definite heart for worship and has allowed me the opportunity to use that by placing me in a worship band. But I've noticed that I may take things too far. I would love to worship 'til sunrise but sometimes I question my motives; whether I want to keep worshiping because we are giving God the glory due Him or because I love the feeling I get when worshiping and don't want it to end. When we close worship, I have to be careful not to sink into disappointment as I have done before. Instead of riding the afterglow and recognizing the value of the time just spent in worship, I begin to resent that it had to end.
I've done the same before with time in the Word. (I have a different theory as to why I crave fellowship so much, but that's another post.) I can easily fall into treating God as a drug, focusing on the high rather than on Him. And then I'm upset if/when the buzz isn't big enough.
All this, of course, makes me all the more thankful. I mean, any man (or woman for that matter) wouldn't take such abuse...
Friday, February 20, 2004
Quote from the back of my Global Expeditions shirt:
We must be global christians with a global vision because our God is a global God.
-John Stott-
We must be global christians with a global vision because our God is a global God.
-John Stott-
Thursday, February 19, 2004
The Fruits of Idle Hands
My roommate and I have finally found something to do with the pile of recyclables in the corner (as neither of us has the presence of mind to actually take them out to the bin). We're weaving a 4'x2' VT out of Fanta and Cherry Coke wrappers. The bottles themselves will be used for hallway bowling later on...
I know, you marvel at our ingenuity. This is what happens when one person has absolutely nothing to do, the other is avoiding actual work at all costs, and they have both been listening to a German Techno station for two days straight.
We are still trying to figure out what to do with the Mountain Dew and Sprite bottles... Any suggestions?
I know, you marvel at our ingenuity. This is what happens when one person has absolutely nothing to do, the other is avoiding actual work at all costs, and they have both been listening to a German Techno station for two days straight.
We are still trying to figure out what to do with the Mountain Dew and Sprite bottles... Any suggestions?
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