Posted 3:16 PM by w3y
New Toy - it's women's fault

a few weeks ago, my buddy bachy showed me this link to what would be my new toy. i had been in the market for an mp3/cd player for awhile, but the majority of those on the market lacked all the features that i looked for in such a device. such as: a long battery life (23 hrs), a remote, slim, supported folder structure and m3u files, came standard with rechargeable batteries (NiMH). all of these features were found in the iRiver slimX 350. it was a bit pricey (175$), but the sex factor was so high on this thing i had to have one.

i placed the order on monday, actually, sunday night, and just got it today. so far, i just tested it a little bit, but it's surpassed a lot of my expectations. based on the website, it looked kinda fat, but it is very thin.

i don't want this post to all be able this new toy, but rather our need for new toys. you can find data on this thing anywhere, so i'll leave that out. why is it that guys must have the best, fastest, sexy toy there is? you look at cars, they have to be fast and powerful. computers, fast and powerful. cellphones, small and powerful. what is it about these items or anything else that drives men crazy?

we can try and say it's pride, but that's too simple. so i'll try to make up another excuse for the male population. i believe that men require the best, because they don't have a woman by their side nagging them and yelling at them to stop.

that's right, i blame it on women. it's all their fault that we're consumed by our competition and our desire to be better than other people, to have better things than other people. think about it. if there was a woman by me when i decided to buy my new toy, she'd yell at me about how much it cost. how it was pointless because i already had two just like it. who cares what that guy has? what about me? what do i get out of this. after about an hour or so, my ears would start bleeding. she'd be crying, and i'd be on my knees trying to aplogize for the way i treated her mother. and the next thing i know, i'm on the couch, and it's my house!

this, of course, is just a pitiful attempt to shift all the blame upon the opposite sex. is it right that i'm doing this? probably not. but that doesn't mean i'm going to stop. i'm just going to keep plowing through and see if i can put more blame on them.

[warning, broad generalization approaching; danger danger]

its your fault there's a hole in the ozone layer. if it wasn't for all the women of the 60s and 70s and their hairspray cans, we'd wouldn't be running from this menace (/me dodges a hairspray can). we wouldn't have to worry about the melting ice caps or skin cancer.

it's their fault that we have to grunt. why do men grunt? because we're constantly holding in our guts to try and impress them or to attract them. whenever they turn around, leave the room, or some how manage to not look at our fat mid sections, we let out all the air that we've been holding in with a short sigh. the moment their gaze is brought back, we grunt as we suck in the air again.

women are also responsible for the high rate of vehicular accidents. if they're not getting in accidents themselves, they're causing them. when women drive slowly on the highway, it forces us men (and our need for speed) to swerve and pass them at an even higher speed. if the women manages to somehow get the meter past 50, we're trying to avoid them and their reckless fading in and out of lanes. if they manage to get off the highway, they cause us more trouble by sitting at intersections, waiting for every car to go by till it's "safe". of course by the time this happens, the light turns red again so no one else can go through the intersection. if they manage to make the turn, they do it so quickly and carelessly that oncoming traffic and crosscoming traffic have to slam on their breaks or swerve to the side to avoid them.

even if they'r not directly responsible for vehicular manslaughter, they are to blame for the foolish things that guys do in their chariots of steal to "impress" them. when ever we're at home, minding our own business, we are suddenly and rudely reminded that we have to take the "hag" out. of course by the time we realize this its in the middle of the (insert favorite manly game here) game is just getting good. we say to ourselves, i'll just be a little late, it won't be that bad. and when (insert favourite team here) finally scores that critical game winning point(s), we glance at our watches and freak. because it's a lot later than we thought it was. "no problem" we think to ourselves. we'll just jump in our batmobiles and we'll be there in no time. this, of course, forces us to slam on the gas at every yellow; then slam on the break at every red, and generally drive like women. as a result of this recklessness, we are even later because we get a ticket for our incompetence and failure of leaving earlier. so when we finally do arrive, we have ticket in hand and make up some excuse that we got stuck in traffic, and then we had to do something stupid to make it there on time. we get a simpathy frown with the furrowed brow, and a gentle pity hug. mission success.

that's not the only reason we go fast. for some reason, men think that if they go faster than each other, it'll some how impress the girl that they like (not that the girl has any idea that this is going on, nor would she give him the time of day if she did). as a result of this racing, we get into accidents, tickets, or just get our pride destroyed.

besides these implicit responsibilites, women have a direct impact on our failure to drive. when men are on the road, even if they're on the high way, we have the wild idea that we might have a chance, just a chance, to see a hot girl. she doesn't even have to be hot, she could be cute. as a result of this mentality (and women's propogation of this problem) we look are constantly looking around. to the left. to the right. behind, anywhere but stright in front of us. we slow down and speed up to see if that girl is really as good looking as the back of her head would suggest. of course, it's not, and in our anger at our own stupidity and in an attempt to flee from that "ugly girl" we speed up and race down the street.

this is a specific problem when we're on the highway. not only do we look around at the trees (maybe there's a girl in the tree), we look around in the cars. not realizing that most of the people that we stair at are either old women or men. by the time we realize this and look past the glare and our own ignorance, we've given them that look. now they're pissed and try to run us down.

as you can see, the evidence against women is staggering. i mean, this is all just a sham. i made this all up. none of it is true. we're at fault. it's all men's fault that we're pigs and slobs and fat. it's our fault that the flowers don't bloom. it's our fault that rocks fall from the sky.

women are good drivers... really!

Don't kill me,
-WeY

Posted 3:12 AM by w3y
April Showers

it's been raining almost all week now. today was no exception. i woke up and it was all dreary outside. i saw the puddles of water and the people running to and from the busses all hunched over. i was considering just lying in bed, as i often do on mornings such as this: it was cold, i was still a bit woozy from the mike's last night, but i decided that there was a whole day ahead of me.

this was of course after aming called me to wake me up. i talked a little bit, and then i decided i would stay up. i shook of the tiny bit of wooziness that was left and proceeded to do my devotions. afterwards, i throgh on my jacket and ran outside. unfortunately for me, i don't have my shoes. i took them home last weekend thinking that it would be nice and hot; god really surprised me by hitting us with a cold draft.

so here i was, standing out in the rain. no shoes, no socks, just my cold wet toes. i rode the bus to college ave; taking in the smell of wet hair and dirt. one of those distinct "rain" smells that are amazingly pungent during these times. it was propitious that many of these smells left with their owners at the first stop, and i was left with just the smell of rubber and dank.

i got off the bus, half trudged and half trotted into brower. my toes were freezing cold by now--my body just as cold. i could feel the cold water dripping down my stalactite bangs into my eyes. now i had the pleasure of having another fine meal at brower. i had to go to the bathroom after i ate.

lunch was very uneventful as they usually are. i spent most of the time staring at the food--trying to cathch it move while i wasn't looking. it hadn't. it just lay there like the dead animal it was. on my plate. dead. wonderful i thought to myself. it's cold, its wet, and there's nothing to eat. at least nothing worth eating. i knew it was time to leave when my intestinal track told me to have clemency on it and let it relieve itself. i obeyed, quickly.

i wsa reminded of the cold and wetness that hung outside. my feet were angry at me for stepping through, what they probably thought, was every puddle along the way. as i attempted to step over one of the puddles, i thought to myself: april showers bring may flowers. i smiled at myself. partly because of my own idiocy. partly because i stepped in another puddle. i hadn't.

as i looked up to see the people walking by me, possibly on their way to the bus, possibly to the gourmet which was brower, possibly to hide under their covers; i remembered that caedmon's call song: april showers. "rain rain don't go away, oh we need you, this dry and dusty day" or some fax simily of that. i just thought about how it so contrasted with the childish ryhm: "rain rain go away, come again another day". i thought to myself: how narrowminded we were as children. we only saw the things that were immediate--the things that were right in front of us. we didn't care about droughts or plants or animals. we just knew that this rain was cutting into our play time. and then i thought about the caedmon's call song, and how it looked at our need.

of course, i didn't really think about this at the time. i was staring at my feet, trying to aplogize to them for the horrible treatment they were receiving. i wasn't doing this either. i was really deciding whether i should try and get fully under aming's small umbrella or to not bother. apparantly, this decision occupied my entire thought process. my feet continued to yell and scream as i continued to try and ignore them and hope that they'd go away. they didn't. by the time we got to murray hall, i was still contemplating what i should do in terms of the umbrella. of course we were at our destination, so the issue became null.

i actually just thought about all this just now. not now, but about 30 minutes ago as i was lying in bed attempting to fall asleep. funny phrase that is: fall asleep. we don't actualy fall. we just sleep. after about 30 minutes of lying there and being tempted and not falling nor sleeping, i got up and wrote this.

as young children, we failed to see the larger picture--the importance of this "rain". if i may be so bold as to propose an allegory, this rain is times of trial or suffering. just ask my feet, they'll support that claim. so this rain is a period of down turn in our lives.

as children, or as non-believers, or as naive people, we can just see the immediate impact of the situation. we curse the rain, asking: why why? i could've done this, i could've done that (insert outdoor activity hear). but no, it had to rain. stupid rain. but as we grow up, as we become belivers, as we become wise, we see the need of these situations. these times of downturn are the times that poor water on our spiritual lives. we don't appreciate because all we want is sun sun sun. or more n2 n2 n2. only afterwards, when the sun does come out, do we actually realize the necessity of that rain.

it was around 6:30. it was a repeat episode of simpsons. i had decided to skip my 336 class in favor of watching the detroit vancouver game. there was about 30 minutes to kill, so i decided to step outside and get some takeout from tillet. i decided that i would get a meatball with povalone. i attmpted to get this sandwich on friday, but in my own incompatancy, i failed to roll the sandwich up right and it all fell out into the plastic bag. not this time! this time, i would have my meatball sub.

i make my way over to tillet. not even close to thinking about anything above or the relationship between rain and sun, trial and growth. all i was thinking about was: it's bright and beautiful, but it's still cold. my feet said: we're not talking to you, we're still angry from before. i din't mind, i would finally get my meatball sub. no, i would do better. i would get 2! ha! make up for the one that was lost on monday.

as i entered tillet, i was greeted with a breif breath of warm air, then it became cold again once i was inside. i made my way down the hall way, briefly pausing in front of the lpo's; slightly tempted to check mine to see if my iriver came in. i knew it hadn't but maybe it had. no, must get sandwiches. unpropitisously, the line was a little longer than i had expected. was i willing to wait? was i willing to possibly miss the beginning of the wings' game? i didn't even pause to entertain such questions. i was already outside and huffing my way back into the warmth of my room.

the epiphany of the day didn't truly hit me until accountability group. we were sitting around and i was asked to open us in a word or prayer. to my wonderful and pleasant surprise, i pieced this day's events together: april showers bring may flowers. it's so simple. these times of trial, these ugly harsh times, are the means in which to grow beautiful flowers. just like our lives. the events that happens, we always complain about our current situation and fail to look forward to the beautiful flowers that will sprout because of them. we don't know what kind of flowers, but we can have hope.

all the stuff that happened during the day: my cold feet, the bad food, no meatball subs; that's all rain. the clouds will break, and the sun will come out, and Jesus will shine His glory upon us once more. the things of this world are so temporary and transient, how could we be so caught up in them? that's why we look towards may. we look to the hope that there will be flowers. we look to the hope that the sun will be more beautiful because all the dirt, all the icky stuff that's in the air has been washed away by this judgemnet known as rain.

Thank You Jesus,
-WeY

Posted 3:54 PM by w3y
Artists: Refuse of society

i'm sorry, but artists are the biggest cop out in the world. they're lazy, dumb, and useless. why do people become artists? because they can't do anything else. all the art majors i know, they chose to do it because they know they can't do anything else. they have no other options, so they choose to do art.

first i'd like to state that artists are not bad people. some of them are lazy, some of them are dumb, and some of them are useless. that doesn't make them bad. this is also not to say that all artists are lazy, dumb, or useless. just the vast majority of them. many of my closest friends are artists. i tell them they're dumb and useless all the time.

i like going to the metropolitan because it contains some real art. not this drivel that you see all over the place. let's look at what art is:

art - High quality of conception or execution, as found in works of beauty; aesthetic value.

this is what i think true art is. most people view art as just a form of expression, mainly of an idea or emotion. i say to these people: rubbish! classic art is about skill and quality. what i see around is people just slapping stuff together, making up some bs and calling it art.

this is why artists are the refuse of society: because they peddle their bs and try to get people to buy it. it's come down to the point where they sell just the idea with no actual product or work behind it.

what does this add to society? oh, we have some pretty pictures, some nice sounds, some elegant movements. not anymore. we have dung thrown on a canvas, that's not pretty. we have random noises emenating from our speakers, that's not nice. we have people just throwing themselves around, that's not elegant. this is all known as expression. they'r expressing an idea. what idea? i see poop on a canvas. what's the point?

this wouldn't be so bad if artists had a job! how do they subsidize themselves? they look for grants. okay, that's fine. as long as its from companies or corporations, not out of my back pocket. this thing called the national endowment for the arts pays for a lot of crap that i never get to see. why should i pay for things that i will never experience? oh, so others can. then why don't you charge a door fee, get them to pay for it. they already do. that's right. not only do i have to pay for it to sponsor it, i have to pay at the door. so i'm paying doubly much to look at "art" that i didn't approve of in the first place and that i don't want to look at now. so don't look at it. i paid for it!

if expression isn't art, what is. elegant code. intricate knitting or weaving. specific and detailed paintings. things of skill that people do because they love it. if it expresses something too, great. but the center of it should be the skill and precision and talent that it takes to produce such works.

mean time, many of these sole called artists don't have a job. they give nothing back to the society that produced them. they also just sit around and make art that complains about this, how society isn't fair. life's not fair. it's short, and then you die. tough, get over it. get a job.

you may say this is comming from someone who isn't an artist, you wouldn't understand. i do make "art". it's not always good, and i do it for myself. i don't seek to make money off of this, i do it because i enjoy it. this, i have nothing wrong with. if you want to express yourself in these ways, fine. but don't expect to live off it. i know i suck. i know that no one wants to read the poetry that i write. the storeis that i tell. see the paintings that i make. listen to the songs i compose. watch the dances i compile. yes, i do all these things. not to make money. not to complain about how it's unfair. not to make a commentary. i do it because i want to and i enjoy doing it.

meanwhile, stop being useless.
-WeY

Posted 3:30 PM by w3y
Failure of Afirmative Action

i know this subject has been talked about before, and i'm sure it's been talked about to death. i'm also probably not the most suitable or most qualified to speak on such matters. it is of some relevance not only to me but to many others out there.

i'd first like to state a disclaimer: these are just my opinions and by no means do i write this for the purposes of offense or attack. i am mearly stating my thoughts and ideas based on my limitted observations of the world and the things around me. if you are offended by this, tough. go write something that argues the other point.

as the title suggests, this is about affirmative action. in the name of equality and fairness, we extend a hand to those that are less fortunate or underprivelaged. i'm all for helping the littel guy, but not at my expense and a cost to others. this wouldn't be such a big deal if affirmative action were fair, that's just not the case.

we live in a capitalist society, one where hard work and persevearance win the day. with the onset of an egalitarian society and equality of all, we have forfitted excellence for mediocrity. if you had a heart condition which required immediate surgery, would you rather have the best doctor there was? or a so so doctor that was chosen based on his skin color. of course you want the best doctor, regardless of their skin color. they could be purple and that wouldn't make a difference, as long as they would cure me and keep me from dying.

so why is the attitude in acadamia and the corporate world so different? we have quotas that need to be met every season so the PR people can say that we are a "diverse" institution or organization. instead of being an excellent organization, we are mediocre and diverse.

i would like to think that i am in this school based on my merits or failings. i did well in high school, not excellent. i was thirteenth in my class, in the top 15%. but by no means was i excellent. now if i got into this school based on my skin color, what does that say of me? that the tone of my skin is more important than what i had actually achieved? i would be disgusted to know that.

this is the failure of affirmative action. we take kids from high school and instead of looking at their grades, activities, works; we look at their skin color. oh, he's black, we don't have enough of those, so he's in. oh, she's hispanic, we don't have enough of those, she's in. he's asian, we have too many, he can't come here. sadly, this is the way "higher" education functions. instead of looking at whether we should be accepted into the school or not based on what we can do and our abilities, we are cut down based on the pigmentation of out skin.

people ask, why is there still racism? this is why. because the problem is perpetuated in an attempt to achieve equality. if people want to be treated fairly, then they shouldn't get special treatment based upon specific attributes. at the same time, they shouldn't be limitted by those specific attributes either. people say, the system has to adjust for people's failings. i say, what if the skin tone wasn't even a matter of consideration? would they still be where they are today?

why must i forfeit my chances and opportunities because i am better than someone else. if i am better at a task, shouldn't i be hired because of it?

equality - The state or quality of being equal.

equal - Having the same quantity, measure, or value as another.

yes, i believe that we were all created with the same value: worthless and of a sinner. but i don't agree that we were all created with the same measure or quality. let me clarify. we all have the same value, when god sees us, no one is better than anyone else. but in terms of our skills and abilities, we are not equal at all. you look at the olympics for example. some people run faster than others. if i were to try and run against them, i'd fail, miserably. i'm not even in the same league as they are. in this way, we are not equal at all.

this difference in equality can be translated into the way we treat each other. in terms of value, since no one is worth more than anyone else, we should treat them that way. with the same level of curtesy and trust that everyone deserves. at the same time, we can treat them just as poorly as everyone else. no one should get special treatment.

when it comes to selection based on skill, it should be based on their merits and the skills that have been given to them. would i be chosen by the US to represent them in the 500m dash? of course not, i can't run for my life. i would tell them to pick the best man for the job, the fastest man. am i being unfair? no, one is clearly better than the other. it would be unfair if they were chosen solely because they were purple.

this is why affirmative action is a failure. instead of encouraging people to study harder, work harder; we tell them, it's okay to be mediocre. it's okay if you're lazy. as a result, the rest of society suffers. that guy who's having heart surgery could die because he's not getting the best treatment possible.

this is also unfair because certain groups of people are being treated differntly. that is the essence of unfairness: special treatment, whether it be beneficial or detrimental.

i know that there are plenty of hard working people out there. i hope you got where you are based on your own merits. if you truly desire equality, then you should seek being treated as such. don't seek beneficial treatment, don't look for easy ways through. try like everyone else.

people do judge, and i'm sorry that the world is like that. is there a way that we can stop people from judging? i don't know. i do know giving people special assitance because of it does not help, it only solidifies the opponents, the racists and the biggots. it just gives them more ammunition and more things to be angry about.

-WeY

Posted 2:01 AM by w3y
Tonight at CCF...

brian hall, oh, its DR hall now, gave probably his last talk at ccf. it was a surprising talk, one that should have been told many months ago, but the conditions for it probably weren't the best. come to think of it, there really aren't any good times to talk about this stuff.

the topic was about sin, maybe not sin it self, but issues related to it. the idea of being holy: set apart. i know this is something that we should strive for, and all the points that he made about righteousness were very good and should have been said, but it reminded me of this one verse:

1 Corinthians 9

19 Though I am free and belong to no man, I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible. 20 To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law. 21 To those not having the law I became like one not having the law (though I am not free from God's law but am under Christ's law), so as to win those not having the law.

i know that this doesn't contradict or oppose brian's point about the need for rightesousness, but it does bring up the point of the idea of being "set apart". he's right that holy means to be set apart, but i think it has a different connotation. i think the emphasis needs to be made that we are to be in the world but not of the world.

this because extremely difficult because the world is such a distraction to us. we're influenced by the images we see, the sounds we hear, and the thoughts that we speak. it's a dangerous thing to be in the world, but at the same time, i think we are called to be in it.

i guess we can look at why. we can take Jesus as an example. he was in the world, no doubt about it. he was in the dirtiest darkest most disgusting places of this world. at the same time, he was not of the world. since he was perfect, this wasn't difficult for him. for us, it is extremely difficult.

i now look back to the verse that i referenced above. in order to bring the gospel into places where they might not otherwise be accepted, we must become like the people we are witnessing to. this is not to say that we do the same things that we do. we need to think like they do, talk like they do, and react like they do. this is the only way we can relate to them and gain the right to be heard. this is not to say that it becomes an excuse to indulge our sinful nature, by no means. it just makes it that much harder. like if you want to witness to drug dealers or drug abusers, you have to become a part of their world. you have to understand why they do drugs, what kind of issues they struggle with, what kind of feelings they have. if you don't understand their world, then you don't have the right to be heard by them.

now we come back to what brian was talking about. to say that we are completly set apart so that we have no contact with the rest of the world would be inaccurate. and he went over this. it's called isolation. at the same time we can't dive head first into the world, also known as saturation. the key is to have your foot in both worlds. you have to have a group of brothers or sisters that you can always come back to. you have to have your firm foundation in Jesus and the word. and only then can you be somewhat protected from the world.

what this has to do with righteousness, i don't know. but this is my next point.

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Righteousness

this is something that we can never achieve on our own. in fact, we can never acheive it while we are still connected to our flesh. this isn't an excuse to just shrug it off and to do nothing. we need to seek righteousness, but we can't force it. let me try to explain.

if we try to achieve righteousness on our own merits, we will fail and we gain nothing. but if we seek Jesus and ask Him to manifest His righteousness in us, its a start. it's not enought to just say it or to just pray it. you have to actually go ahead and do it. this is probably the most difficult thing a person can do.

one of the slides that brian had up tonight, a person said that christianity is easy. i couldn't help but laugh at that thought. christianity is by no means easy. it is probably the hardest endevor that could possibly be taken by a human being. our goal is righteousness through repentence. repentence is just the beginning, the first step to what we wish we could be. over the years and years, we slowly manifest righteousness in our lives. unfortunately, we continue to slip and fall back into our sins.

this brings us to the issues that brian talked about tonight. a lot of them are issues that we know about but are unwilling to change. for instance: mp3's, divx, warez. all of which we are culprits of. it's especially easy when we're at school. we have highspeed connection and everyone has it. of course this isn't a proper justification, there is never a proper justification for sin. but this is what makes the sin so hard to repent of. we don't see it as a sin against god, instead, we see it as a victimless crime. again, no proper justification. until the spirit moves in us, we will never be able to give up that sin.

i've thought about this many times. i've come close many times. i still haven't done it yet. i try to rationalize it and make excuses, but that's all they are, excuses.

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Fund Raising

i saw an intersting dichotomy today. two people were raising money for the march of dimes. while another person was raising money for a dj for some dinner. now i ask you, what is the point of this dj? i remember the days of high school when we had djs. all they ever did was play "popular" music that we could all hear on the radio. not to mention that it was of low quality because he had poor equipment. he also had a poor selection of music.

the march of dimes is a worthy cause. it's something that i don't mind giving money to. but the idea that my money is going to go and be used for the "enjoyment" of a few people for a few hours blows my mind away. this wouldn't be such an issue if there weren't talent available that could provide the same services. cccnj has a senior banquet every year. instead of hiring a dj for the several 10's of dollars, we just ask some kids with cd players to dj.

there's plenty of talent in the fellowship. this is apparent with tony, one of the most talented brothers. there are others that have been given the gift of skill with electronics and other things of the sort. why pay for these services when you can get them for free right here?

i really grates me that they were raising money for such a frivoulous cause and event. this money could be better spent to feed hungry children. medicate dying children. and many various other causes.

i'm not trying to sound cheap, even thought i am, i am just mearly pointing out the fact that better things could be done. this goes beyond the senior dinner. i think and look at all the money that is wasted for our enjoyment and for our pleasure. i look back on JAW with disgust at the amount of money that was spent just so we could worship. we have plenty of talented musicians right here on campus, but now, we have to spend 5000$ to import a band from texas.

don't get me wrong, i'm very thankful that i got to hear 40 days perform live, but i would rather have seen that money go towards hungry mouths or education or other things that are so desperately needed. this isn't just about JAW either. it's about all the money that's raised for various causes or events that doens't save lives. i'm talking about both physical and spiritual salvation.

with JAW, sure, a few people made decisions, but couldn't we have just walked up to them and presented the gospel? they hadn't even heard 40 days perform yet! so what is the point of wasting all this money on evangelical events?

i also look at things like autumn blaze. it must cost 10's of thousands of dollars to get all those groups to perform. sure they get a lot of decisions, but are they truly saved? i look back to when i made a decision at autumn blaze and realize that i wasn't really saved that night. i wasn't saved until about a year or so after that. that scares me because i could have died thinking that i was going to heaven, when in reality, i was still an object of god's wrath.

i'm tired of constantly reaching in and in at the people that have heard the gosple. i say, they've heard it, now move on to people that haven't. if every christian would just witness to the people they met along the journey which is their life, then we wouldn't have to spend all this money on internal evangelism. we could instead use that money for missions work.

projects are an institution of the church. we need to move away from it. we need to take up our crosses and walk the streets daily. giving up ourselves for His sake. going out into the field and being mocked and ridiculed for what we believe. the message we preach is not a pleasant one. we're too caught up in making the gospel attractive and digestable. we're too busy using feelings and emotions to convey our ideas. we don't need any of that. all we need is prayer and the assistance of god. if god is for us, who coudl be against us?

Forgive us Lord,
-WeY

Posted 8:03 PM by w3y
lesson learned: don't type directly into the blogger, it might die on you when you try to post. my fault, or could it be the computers? regardless of which, i just lost some stuff, not that it was important or remotely interesting, but that's fine.

i talked a bit about my plans for the summer and my apprehension towards the next few weeks. but none of it was interesting. come to think of it, i really don't have much to say or share to the rest of the world. my life is pretty boring and the events in it aren't interesting. maybe i can come up with some better stuff when i'm a little more upset or if something's happened to me.

i should stop spamming my own site and go do something productive with my life.

For His Glory,
WeY

Posted 3:49 PM by w3y
I figured since i would be starting a quick adventure this summer, traveling around the country and what not, i figured i should have some sort of log or account of my exploits. i'm sure that a lot of the stuff that i have won't be that interesting or worthy of posting, but non the less, there are those (few) people that are interested in my life.

i guess this is just the beginning, and since there's not much to digest, i'll just leave it at that.

actually, i got a chance to talk to jsc last night. i haven't talked to him in the longest time, but it was great hearing from him. we went over some history, and just kinda caught up with each other. it's really difficult talking to someone who you care so much about and you know is going to die. the entire time, i had the feeling that i was talking to a cancer patient or and aids victim who refused to get medicaton. they know they have the disease, but they rather just enjoy whatever timie they have left, rather than going out and finding a cure.

it's understandable that he wants to live the way he does. i don't blame him. and i know that there's nothing that i can do to bring him to repentence, but i can't do anything about that either. all i can do is continue to pray and continue to love him. hopefully, i'll have a chance to visit him this summer. i'm praying that my adventures will bring me into proximity with him.

By God's grace,
WeY