The Workers Are Going Home

Summer is coming to a quick and rapid close. It is interesting, it is ending on a note which I honestly never saw coming. Amidst the busines of the base and other things it seems as if myself and the gang are to a degree parting ways yet going the same direction. Seasons change and so do atmospheres. I am pretty enthused for this school year yet am left pondering if this is all there is for me. Granted for awhile my thoughts were tied down here strictly because of the community I am at the point of wondering if this is actually what I want to do with the rest of my life. I have no technical skills and musically am hitting nothing but walls. A couple times a week I even toy with the idea of running off to law school, I mean I am only twenty. Granted regardless of what I will be doing I will be keeping a life in prayer and pursuing God, but is this all there is for me. I hold firm to the prophecies and I beleive that we are in fact living in a sovreign time of history yet I feel as if I am just merely floating. Everything that once drove me seems to have fallen through the cracks of selfish ambition or even futility. As of recent I have been given words about asking for the desires of my heart, I haven't the slightest clue of what they are. I mean other than the normal ones like know God, fall in love, and actually walk in a calling. I will know more and more of God as the days pass, I am not really attracted to anyone at all now, nor do I have any idea of what I want to do with my life. I know I need to grow up and that is currently the one thing I am working on, doing miserably but working on. I mean I live at home with my family, have most of my needs met, and have really never held any responsibilty. I mean God has me where I am for a reason, that is something I cannot refute. I am at a place where I want something to run for. I have come to a place where I don't just want to follow another man's vision but carve out my own. On the plus side I am enjoying school, my heart hurts resoundingly less, hope is blossomming, and I am beginning to have more peace than I have felt in a very long time. I know next month holds many good things, I don't know what they are but its a promise I have been clinging to for about a year now. On another note I miss a lot of the music I used to listen to, specificly Weezer and Ben Folds. If you think of it throw up a quick prayer for their salvation. Thatis all there is from here. Sham on.

A Tux Would Be Nice

Imagination brings me to speak
Of things I could be for a week
To get this weighty issue off my chest
I think to be a penguin would be best
Waddling around the land of ice and snow
With puffy feathers that look like a fro
Eating fish and playing penguin games
Making penguin friends and confusing their names
Like Biff, Dexter, Fran, and Gus
Cornelius, Cindy, Charlotte and Russ
In the morning we'll dance until noon
Getting down to the Sea Lion's croon
We'd then hussle to pick up the slack
By getting rides on a Narwhal's back
He would sing us a song and we would sing along
Aquatic melody for the price of a few prawn
Then we would fish with all of our penguin chums
Tasty food that would be eaten though we lack gums
Scampering and frollocking and diving off cliffs
Exploring on icebergs with waves like guitar riffs
For a week this snowy utopia would be a magical delight
Any more could very possibly be a terrible fright


*This ditty is dedicated to global warming and the charming documentaries it inspires

It's Now Monday

So it has been nearly an eternity in which I have blogged something other than memorable points of my all too fabulous life or a lamentable solliloqui for the workings of God in the inner man. So with the crashing dawn of this school year and epiphany of an August I figured I would throw down something of merit. At the behest of Kristine, the Vinyardy Mansionite, I will briefly discuss the Bridegroom in a more guy friendly context.
When every guy ponders what they want, it is obvious. I mean clearly what grips at the heart at every testosterone laden male is the thought of being swept off of his feet and then married in an elaborate ceremony in which he gets lost in his husband's eyes. So yeah, that was sarcastic, I feel it necessary to point that out because of the several times my sarcasm has been taken serious due to the utter lack of fluctuation techniques for type without completely throwing off the reader. Instead I would rather have an excessively long explanation which at the end completely diverts any and all attention away from the original point.
Well that was a waste wasn't it, but a pretty waste..... So okay. I think the hinge pin for a guy to fall in love with the concept of Jesus as a bridegroom is summed up pretty well by Solomon in Proverbs 6:34, "for jealousy arouses a husband's fury, and he will show no mercy when he takes revenge." I heard it put this way, the return of Jesus is easily related to the following situation: Supppose a man's wife or significant other was severely beaten and raped. At the hospital he runs into the one who did it to her waiting to do it again. He in turn has all hell released on himself by the furious husband.
This is the very context for all judgment. God is not some being up in heaven pissed off yearning for the day he can give those jerks on earth their due. It is the lovesick bridegroom who is coming out of Edom clothed in crimson (Is 63) in order to avenge His bride. The very breaking point in Revelation 22:17 "The Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" It is the very lovesick groan which incurs the vindication of all mankind. Also God feels the way for His bride very much like a physical man feels towards his own bride.
That is all I really have to post right now. Enjoy this tidbit, I hope to be soon getting back to actually tackling more endearing subjects. God Bless!

Exhileration filled every nerve in my body. With a simple syllable everything in the room began to slow down and an existential bliss carried me away. One of the most hallowed four lettered words was uttered and I was indeed left speechless. Nothing in me could deny the excitement, somebody tonight had mentioned "Pogs." They were unleashed and my opponent and I were lost in the glory that became the small disks that belong to Kevin Samuel. The game commenced and times of past fame and joy spin beyond my eyes. Before I knew it I had lost. It was close but the defeat still was bitter. Tonight Tiffany Upton beat me in pogs.

It's Been Awhile

I am happy. Frankly, that is more or less the crux of all I have to say. School started this week which honestly, I was not at all enthused about. Yet my first class has been blowing my mind. This is not in the sense of hearing an amazing sermon or trembling conviction, but it actually feels like a class. For the first time in my FSM career I actually feel like I am in school. The funny thing is that I am a terrible student but I love doing schoolwork, stretching my mind, and being in a place which I can actually engage in some sort of study since I really tend to lack the discipline to do it on my own. I am currently taking Hermeneutics with Karen Schweppler. Not only is it a good class but as supposed to there being a hundred students taking it there are only about twenty. On top of that most of them are my Nightwatch and PR team family. This week we had a debate and my team got the privilege to be the devil’s advocate on the side of universalism. We totally dominated. For the first time I got to throw down with my debate skills in both argument and research. That is one of the few places I actually feel alive if that makes any sense, a smile was definitely left on my face.
On Tuesday my family went out to eat o commemorate the beginning of yet another illustrious school year. At that dinner I receive my new favorite toy, a quacking duck puppet that instead of wings has arms making him look like a retarded frog. It is amazing. As of tonight he will ride in my trunk in order to spread good cheer wherever it may be needed. So far he is the second thing Kacie will get when I die after the Koala lamp. And you can never pass up an opportunity to have some one like Darin Damme shout at full volume outside the prayer room, “SHUT THE DUCK UP!” and then take a second to realize what he just yelled. I have yet to give a name, I will gladly take suggestions.
On top of all of those amazing developments I have to give praise and glory to God and His merciful humility and glorious presence. Last night something hit in the prayer room and the Spirit fell. Amidst a room singing in the Spirit and groaning being called forth I was thrown onto my face. I don’t like talking about my spiritual life/growth/interaction/way I pray but something last night to me to a whole other level I had never been before. I entered into deep intercession, it was great. I don’t understand all that happened but by the end I had tapped into a realm I never had and God pretty much explained what I had been going through for the past year and tied up a lot of loose ends. I left the prayer room giddy as can be and am still feeling a buzz.
That is really all there is to report on. I am currently eating overstuffed pizza rolls and typing on my living room floor and hear bed calling. I wish I was at he PR because from what I have gathered the Thurs 4-6 sets get on the holier side of buckwild. But I am happy pretty much with everything I am at now. It has been a while since I could say that and I am glad this time has come. Tomorrow I have a forest of weeds waiting for me along with some work on my car. Its been a very Shpadoinkle (just think of the amazingnees that word could imply and multiply it by infinite) week.

Again to the Ramblings

So it has come time again to throw down a decent blog. Today has been a perfect cap to a good week. A couple of hours ago I was doing 70 down 71 with the steering wheel in one hand and a QT cup in the other which I was yakking into. So okay, that was by no means a tasteful way to start off a blog, but hey, the experience was one of those things which left me going, “Huh! This is actually happening. Craziness!” I got a lot on my plate as of now. School starts tomorrow, something I have honestly given little thought to but am fairly excited to see how things turn out.
On top of that I am now an up and coming potentially competant sound guy at the JPR. Other than the fact I completely screwed everything up for the morning people on Thursday that has been going well. It is good to actually be involved in something and serve. I really do like the JPR. It has a stripped down grass roots feel. It is a room which is by no means flashy and for the most part completely empty, I love it, I truly do. I enjoy being part of something that actually seems groundbreaking and being somewhat useful, I mean unlike pretty much all my friends who are either musicians or tech people I have been feeling pretty dang useless. Though it is not much I am pretty pumped.
As of tonight I have more or less been given a pink slip from my paper route. The downside is no money. However, this does free me up to be in the prayer room and actually get support raising help which I desperately need. The guy I run it with, Matt, has a friend, Joe, who just moved down here to escape a life of drugs, depression, and the whole nine yards. The friend is more or less taking my place which I am somewhat bummed about but it by no means kills the joy I get from seeing Joe actually come to discover true Life.
I have nothing of theological importance to say. I toyed with writing an entire entry referencing either Sufjan or Flogging Molly but frankly don’t have it in me. I miss listening to Flogging Molly. Drunken Lullabies in my opinion is the most sing-a-longable CDs next to Weezer’s Blue album. Both of those bands need to get saved, that would make me happy. I am weary and am still in my fairly crumbled state and do appreciate those who have been praying for me. It bums me out that I haven’t been able to hang with a handful of people lately but I am happy to finally to get a workable schedule. Things look up. I’m doing on the better side of decent and God is good. Yay.

A Meager Blog by a Meager Man

Today I woke up and in the midst of the resetting of my alarms on my cell phone I actually missed a call. After stumbling out of bed I mowed 93% of my yard until I ran out of gas and then took the ugly stick to the rest. I rocked out with Danny Hibberd at the Uptown tonight, it was a good solid four hours of non-stop head pounding magic. My hearing may recouperate in a day or two. I did my route while jamming to Rosie Thomas because I needed soft feminine folk to contain the bar-be-que flavored testosterone then leaking out of my every pore. The route finished and I gave away spare papers. And the I found five dollars. (Under the driverside seat in my car, seriously).

It was a good day.