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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 03:10:46 GMT

Real men cry to their mothers, and laugh with the others
When all of the jokes are on them.
They’re rough and they’re tumble, but inside, they’re humble.
When nobody’s looking, they even get sad,

And they’d talk all night.
They’d even break down when you think they might.
And when you get past our egos,
there’s a heart that wants to be just like…

Jesus. The man of all men.
The only One who makes hearts whole again.
And He could’ve backed down with those people around,
But He proved for the last time that real men die.

Well, you can black out your windows,
or go where the wind blows,
But you’ll answer to something someday.
Bob said it best when his slow train went west,
But dignity just doesn’t pay.

We could talk all night.
You can even break down if you think you might.
But when we can’t impress comes the real test…
are we just like…

When you can’t impress, there’s your real test…
are you just like… Jesus?

-The Elms

I find this song pretty challenging. Turns out my flaws are common, guess I should've taken Paul's word for it. My, any guy's or boy's, only real chance at becoming a man is to learn from "The Man of all men" Jesus. yeah, he did cry, no, he didn't bottle himself up. He did fight, he loved, and whatever he did, he never backed down from the pure truth. He was humble, He stood for no injustice. He is a warrior, I AM is his name.

oh, not that my sabbatical is over or anything.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 21:20:43 GMT

so I think I'm gonna take a sabbatical from social sites for a while. if anyone needs to (or wants) to talk to me I'm at 620-332-9573...

now I bet a telemarketer spyder finds my number... oh well.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 04:50:05 GMT

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124623220955866301.html#articleTabs%3Dcomments

I'll probably be beating this drum for a while...

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 02:02:59 GMT

just for the record, the Honduran congress and supreme court are in the right In my opinion.

yay

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 23:15:10 GMT

so I mailed off about a thousand bucks to uncle sam today... as soon as that goes through I once more will have no debt... that's nice.

the silver chair

Mon, 04 May 2009 02:38:16 GMT

So i've been thinking about the silver chair recently (the C.S. Lewis book, part of the Chronicles of Narnia). mostly about the chair itself, and how it some times seems like we, or I at least could use the opposite type thing, rather than a chair that binds when the "fits" of remembering who I truly am set in, which is a great metaphor for the death and shame brought on by sin, rather If only there was a way to, when forgetful of my true identity, be bound from acting like a lapdog, at best, or a slave, in truth. Well, there is no such thing, one of the hazards of freedom is that there is no binding. However, in my brief reading, I found the part where the witch (or queen) of the underworld is trying to enchant them all to forget about Narnia, she tries to play it off like all the things they remember is just thier imagination expanding things she has in her underground world, the Sun is nothing more than a lamp, Aslan, the lion, nothing more than a house cat. well, the marshwiggle seems to stand up pretty well to it, but towards the end, even he starts to doubt, he grants that all he remembers of the world above may be a dream, but then he says, "all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world that licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia."..."We're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. not that out lives will be very long, I should think; but that's small loss if the world is as dull a place as you say."

'nuff said.

hello, and yes, I do have stupid written on my forehead.

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 14:17:39 GMT

so I washed my clothes (all of them) with a whole thing of black pepper... I'm an idiot, can anyone one up me in dumb things they've washed?

Monday, March 02, 2009

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 13:29:58 GMT

word to the hommies

wow

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 06:20:38 GMT

so I got the best compliment I can ever get tonight, "you are like Jesus"

Wow. I hope I truly am. I hope I can forever show His character in all ways...
especially in humility :)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 13:40:09 GMT

It is better to think of church in the ale-house than to think of the ale-house in church. - Martin Luther (1483-1546)