Thoughts and Essays

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Hello people on blogspot.

I'm a very dependable person, am I not.

I forgot about you all.

Unfortunate.

But I don't have xanga lock on my xanga site. So go read that. I never thought I would quite here, but it is much easier to post there than here. And I have a few comments everynow and then.

I would comment on your sites if our web server would let us. But it won't. Another reason I put blogger behind me.

God bless each of you and your journey.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Once Again

I haven't updated for a while. Mostly because I'm not sure about my blog/s. But I'm back once more to cram some sort of something into this post.

Today marked the ending of 'Youth Rally' here at BMC. I had a better time than I thought I might. On the other hand I could've had a better time if I had tried harder. Reflecting on the event, there were so many things I could have done to socialize that I didn't do. Then again, I did better that I had hoped. All in all, it was great and I am better for it.

The sessions by Ken Miller were very, very good. Extremely good. They really hit home. I hope others left as challenged as I was -hopefully more. It really made me think. Is my music in that area of freedom which is within God's will? My literature? My speech? My life? Hmmm. I probably have fudged the lines of the inward boundary somewhat.

Well...it's over. But the memories remain. The volleyball was rather poor, but the basketball was viciously good. I loved watching the guys from Delaware work the ball with each other. They're amazing.

School tomorrow. Same old same old. And not the same at all. But if only I could see it that way.

Well sons of Adam and daughters of Eve, tis time to depart.

Numbers 6: 24-26

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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Killer Whales

Killer whales are big blubbery mammals that swim in the ocean day and night. They eat meat and other food. They like to chase their tales through the water. Killer whales and fighter jets.

Power. Thunder. Majesty. Atomic. Explosion.

Ted Gearsnaker listened to his F-16's Pratt and Whitney F100 jet engine (29,000 lbs. thrust) wine into action. Check. Check. Check. Ready. Navigation? Radio? Ready. Gotcha. Rolling. Hanger doors open. Through the doors. Break, cut throttle. Stop. Both hands visible to the guys down below. Missiles now armed. Canopy down. Power.

Swinging swiftly onto the taxi strip, Ted Gearsnaker powers his F-16 to runway A12. Tower: clearance. Thumbs up to wingman, let's roll! Throttle smoothly forwards...break release. And....

Power. Thunder. Majesty. Atomic. Explosion.

In a flash, F-16 Turnpike is up and away. Straight up and gone.

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This has nothing to do with the above.

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This doesn't either.

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And prayers are nice. And no, I don't struggle with thoughts of joining the air-force. An no, that is not a parable. Only lack of thoughts.

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Sunday, February 05, 2006

Work Ethic

Recently, at a prayer meeting, the youth class discussed a portion of scripture (Matt. 6:25-34) which talks about taking no thought for the morrow. One of the subjects that came up was work -which may or may not have anything to do with Matthew 6. But since work is such a painful thing for me -at times- I thought I should ponder on that for the moment.

So, to start: I don't understand some people (duh, Nathan. We don't understand you). Some people will get home late from a social, get up at 6.00 and go work hard all day. Man! I start to sweat at the thought. What makes some people this way? I wish I had the gene.

My problem is not so much the hard work -but the endlessness of it. Day after day, after day, after day, after week, same old, terrible, dry, ugly, dirty, hard, work. How do people cope? (with Cope?).

The only answer I can find is that these people must have a passion for their job. Great! But what about me? Me who the only job I could have a passion for is beyond my spiritual guidlines (ok, ok, so I like fighter jets). Of course, somewhere, sometime a job that I know I can enjoy will probably come up. Is searching for a job that I enjoy something I should refrain from?

So what makes your job so great -or so terrible?

As I look towards summer (at least I'm still in school) I wonder where I should go. Construction? Electrical? Farming? Mowing Grass? Plumbing? Drywall?-- Not that I have many choices (mainly construction). In some ways I'm scared of the summers. What I do now may/will effect what I do in life. Things like mowing grass may bring the money (and I enjoy mowing -though don't try to make me do it for a living), but it doesn't do me much good. And that is the most important thing. What will do me the most good?

Well, this post veered away from work ethic. But this is what I meant to say anyway -I think. Though work ethic is defenantly something I need to work on.

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Friends or Fiends?

Friendships have been high on my 'ponderings' list.

--Who do I count as friends?

Does that include everyone I'm not enemies with? I've met Ken Ham several times. He's been friendly -therefore he is my friend? Yet if he were to ask me if I was his friend, what would I say? I'm certainly not his enemy.

Or does it only include (in essence) the people with whom I am intimate with? Take for instance the friendships between David and Jonathan. Aren't all friendships supposed to be like this? Of course, if this is true, only a few true friends are left.

--Where do we find our friends?

I tend to make my best friends out side our community (in fact, outside of VA --actually outside the east). Why? I think there might be several answers. 1) we can act ourselves 2) there are no prejudice 3) and there are new people. Sounds simple. And finally, if someone appears more liberal than you are -do you tend to.... (a) make a quick friend? or (b) throw up -on- a wall?

--How does one go about making a good friend?

I dunno. tel me.

I was in a burned out basement

With a full moon in my eyes.

I was hoping for replacement...

When the sun burst thru the skies....

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Blogerithms

Should we talk about blogging?

Blogs have certainly become the 'in' thing. Not just for the Mennonite. I see more and more articles about blogs, and I have even seen blogs mentioned in several comic strips recently. Every where you look you see blogs becoming the 'in' thing. So is blogging a good thing?

To be sure, I am not an advocate against blogging -at least, not yet. But to be frank, I do not have quite the sense of peace about blogging that I used to have. Maybe it is just me, but when millions upon millions of people start going nuts over something it automatically sends up a warning system in my head. The more blogs I see appearing, the scarier it gets.

Some reasons I have began to shy a little from blogging would be:

1) There are over 700 million potential people to read/copy/spread my stuff.

2) Search engines like Google are continously searching and storing away data. That means just because I deleted a post doesn't get me off safe.

3) Companies have began searching blog archives. Blogs have become a way of background checking.

4) The risk of Scandal soars

5) ETC

Again, I'm not against blogs, but I'm becoming an advocate of safety. One of the scariest thoughts to me are the huge search engines that are just storing stuff away. If they get a hold of it, it will be there for as longs as they exist.

Any of you feeling those cold fingers?

Oh, and one other thing...what if blogs weren't good for us? Does my blog effect people for better or for worse. After all, you are seeing a side of me that could easily be fake.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Destiny

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it was destiny......................

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