WE’VE MOVED

and by “we” I mean “me”

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tired

my mom woke me up at 7:00 this morning ot aks if I needed her to wash my laundry.

There were some pretty unchristian thoughts in my head at that point.

Speaking of, I’ve been giving more tohught as to what exact kind of ministry would give back what I’ve been given, and I think it is probably youth ministry. Planting a church was sort of a passing fancy, a large aspiration. Being a pastor in an already established church sounds like it would be the best thing I could do.

No offense to LifePoint, but when I needed guidance the most, Ignite was there. It was the htign that gave me the msot relevant guidance and brought me back form a dark place.

well. I’m all. awake. and ready. But I have nothing to do. I’ll go do my bible study and clean my room I guess >>;

Full House!

My sister, Jillian moved in today!

She’s pregnant, and she’s just starting to show a belly.

Her baby (Gloria) is 5 months right now. It’s so exciting. Helping her get situated and bringing in the baby clothes and hanging them up made me all emotional and stuff.

And I’m still on dope from camp rofl.

Anyway, I’m really tired so I’m going to bed. I’ll be going to church in the morning.

Another Thought

I suppose I should edit the last post, instead of a new one.

Whatever, because this is a new idea anyway.

I love prayer. I love all forms of prayer, because it’s mystical, and beautiful, and confusing. I love prayer because I like to think I can talk to something as big as God. To imagine that God is listening to my prayer is so exciting. My private prayers are deeply personal and comfortable. I don’t have any fear of Him while we’re talking. I just go into my mind for a minute and say “Heavenly Father, I have some things on my mind right now….” My personal acquaintance with God is always deeply meaningful and powerful for me. And I love that I don’t have to do it a certain way. I can be kneeling, standing, sitting, in bed, or climbing a mountain and God will listen just the same.  I love the solitude as well as the relationship with God.

I love public prayer, too. Every time Dave or anyone asked one of us to lead in prayer, I volunteered. t’s a wonderful thing, because while you’re communicating with God as well, you are able to communicate big feelings to the ones praying with you without saying them in conversation. Some feelings you may have are too large for a conversation, or would make you feel awkward to talk about them. But, in prayer, you can comfortably wish them a safe trip, ( or a happier marriage,  or a new devotion to You, Lord.)  Public prayer is specifically powerful because of how controlled it is. Even though I often like solo prayer (call ift freestyle ), group prayer (collected)’s ins and outs and nuances make it all the more likeable. Most group prayers are called together by one person, in order for another to pray. Folks form a circle, or sit in their seats, and lean foreward. Most of them close their eyes and fold their hands. All listen intently to you give your heart to them in the form of words of well being to God, Almighty.

I had this epiphany last night while I was saying the evening prayer. We were going to go back to our rooms, but I felt that a prayer would be appropriate. It started off with Lauren, Cinderblock, Katie, Anthony, and one other person, but quickly all the believers in the hallway came over and joined in a circle of held hands and bowed heads listening to my pray. I remember that I prayed for a good night of sleep. I prayd that none of us forget what we’ve learned here. I prayed that we’d all open our hearts. I prayed that jsut because camp is over, we not be closed to learning more lessons before we leave. I prayed that the night’s sleep would refresh us for our journey in the morning. I prayed that the exodus of our sojourn would be safe and fast. And I prayed that God be with us, Emmanuel. In Your Name we pray. Amen.

Collective prayer always makes me feel very emotional and attached to the people I am praying for. I turned around and walked down the hallway because I almost cried after all of the meaningful and moving experiences last night.

When Stephanie told me camp is life changing, I figured it would be fun. I figured it would make me think for a week and send me out with a good attitude that would fade. I didn’t know it would make me a better person like this.

Thank you, StudentLife. You’ve really done a great thing.

Too #$%^ing early

I wanted to be waking up right now (about 6:45) but the guys wanted to go to the beach so I called the front desk and had my wakeup call changed to 6:00.

“Hello, Front Desk”

-(jesus voice) “Hello, Mr. Sinner. I’d just loooooove to change my wakeup time to say, ahhhhh six A. M. Can y’ do that for me?”

“Yes, sir! Have a nice evening”

-”You too, bless you! Bless you!”

But I’m awake now and I can’t go back to sleep, anyway.

So I figured I’d come down and post my new song.

I didn’t have my notebook with me so I’ll just do the chorus.

• Jesus took my cross.
• Jesus bore my sin.
• He looked upon my guilty heart,
• And took it back with him.
• Jesus took my cross.
• The Savior took it all.

So I think I totally forgot like tow lines of my own chorus. rofl.

I wrote two or three verses, too. But it needs alot of work, still.

AND I hugged the little sixth graders. Because I love them. Ew.

daytona

So StudentLife has this summer camp, right?

That  I signed up for and hae been pumped for for like 3 months. Anyway, I’m here.

This is one of the biggest spiritual experiences I’ve had so far. I’ve grown so close to people form  my church that I didn’t even know before the trip. Listening to Louie Giglio’s preaching has really changed me. Before this camp I wasn’t sure if I was really a very good person for pastoring. Sure, I was pumped about it, but I wasn’t absolutely certain if pastoring was really the life that God wanted for me

but AY DIOS am I sure now. I am more than just excited about my future, I am getting prepared by having “god moments” like these.

When I say that I am so pumped, I swear it’s not even caffeine-related.

We’re heading to worship soon. I’ll blog about it when i get home.

Also, Katie stuck her tongue in his ear gauge. ew.

burnt

ugh

I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had time to blog.

I don’t have work at all this week until Saturday, so if someone wants to do something, I’m free! ^^

9 days left of school.

finals start monday!

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eurgh

boy am i embarrassed

I let myself get caught up in my dreams an aspirations that I forgot myself.

I’m only 16. How could I /possibly/ be ready to do what I’m thinking?

My whole idea was that I wanted to give people what Lifepoint gave me.

I want to share my stories, and I want to help people through their pain.

But then I realized, I don’t have all that many stories.
I haven’t had many experiences yet. I don’t have a lot of knowledge to speak of.

Before I can even consider what I’ve so haphazardly squealed to my role model,
not even MENTIONING the intarwebs, I need to learn what it is I’m sharing.

I mean, obviously I’m not old enough to do anything jsut yet.

Pray for me that I keep my vision in my heart as I go through my life. Because, for now, I’m waiting on my next Big Leap.

Night, world.

A Big Leap

Maybe that’s a good name for my church. A Big Leap.

eah. That’s right. I said my church.

I took a Big Leap today when I confessed my thoughts. I’ve been thinking for a few months that starting a church is really up my alley. And in the last few days I’ve dreamed of my church, but not like I thought about it.

This one’s in Pennsylvania.

Let me explain; my subconscious picked Pennsylvania because it’s someplace I know of. My church now, Lifepoint, is “planting” churches in all these destitute places like Brazil and stuff (shoutout to UbaUna!) and helping these drug addicted street kids in Bolivia (no more glue, guys.)

While rural Pennsylvania isn’t someplace you might compare to a village run by witch doctors, I have to say it’s pretty clandestino.

People in Pennsylvania know there are huge advancements. They know that they can improve their lives by getting more high tech. They know that they’ll have more time for fun stuff, and even for making more money.

But they don’t advance. They are so set in their %$#@$%#ing ways that they refuse to change even in the smallest way. Even in a way they would know is better.

I don’t want to count my chickens or ride a high horse, but folks in Pennsylvania are indiverse. They have their own ideas and refuse to consider each other’s thoughts, or feelings for that matter. They judge each other based on what religion the other is, and specifically what church they go to. They have a system of supremacy based on town, school, religion, church, and then race. Even though everyone is white. White’s not enough. People look WAY back to their roots to discuss race. (I’m one quarter Italian, one half native American, and one quarter… uh… Slovakian? And one third Japanese. And half welsh.)

But there’s really no racial diversity. There’s no diversity in the school systems. There’s no diversity in towns.

But boy is there religious diversity. and certainly religious animosity.

The Catholics have distaste for all other religions (ironic, I think. Have you ever looked up the definition of the word ‘catholic’?”)

cath·o·lic –adjective

1.	broad or wide-ranging in tastes, interests, or the like; having sympathies with all; broad-minded; liberal.

2.	universal in extent; involving all; of interest to all.

3.	pertaining to the whole Christian body or church.

Baptists fleer at Episcopalians, Lutherans detest Catholics, Mormons ignore everybody else, but everyone loathes them.

And the Amish. Well. You know the Amish.

But I think it’s time to stop all that. It’s time for a truly “catholic” church.

A universal church, a church that follows Jesus and the message he tried to get across.

“Do to others whatever you would like them to do to you. This is the essence of all that is taught in the law and the prophets. (Matthew 7:12)

I know I want people to love me.

And I love them. All of them. And I want them to advance. And I want them all to meet Jesus. The real Jesus. The one who lived for them, and died for them. All of them. Regardless of what religion they are. How can any one religion think it’s better than others? Jesus was a Jew, anyway. And the Jews are the ones that don’t believe in him.

I thought I would be nervous. But I’m not. I’m excited.

It’s a Big Leap, huh?