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I want to be like this man:

After receiving a letter from Nancy Hasseltine that she would not consider Adoniram Judson her suitor until she had the consent of her father, Mr. Judson wrote this letter to her father:

“I have now to ask, whether you can consent to part with your daughter early next spring, to see her no more in this world; whether you can consent to her departure, and her subjection to the hardships and sufferings of a missionary life; whether you can consent to her exposure to the dangers of the one who left his heavenly home, and died for her and for you; for the sake of perishing, immortal souls; for the sake of Zion, and the glory of God? Can you consent to all this, in hope of soon meeting your daughter in the world of glory, with the crown of righteousness, brightened with the acclamations of praise which shall redound to her Saviour from heathens saved, through her means, from eternal woe and despair?”

After reading this, her father basically said, “Nancy, it’s your choice.”

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instead of blogging =|

So stupid facebook wouldn’t let me post this video because it was a “third-party copy-write infringement.”

 

Whatever.

 

All you people on facebook will still get to see it.  Don’t worry.  Tonight, I was going to write a two-part blog. The 1st being about my apartment/roommates and the 2nd being about Uta Hagen and her amazing philosophies on art and life.  “Welp,” neither got done.  I started taking pictures of the apartment… and then I had a brilliant idea.  Just take a short clip of the apartment and put it to music.  Best idea EVER.  So Chris got home and eventually we got everyone (everyone being Chris, Andrew, and myself) in on the imminently infamous debut of “702.”  Here it is. Buckle up.

CAST:
Academy Award Winner Chris Speed
Nobel Peace Prize Winner – Andrew Keahey
theatrical debut… miles grimes =|

funny and narcissistic

yep, pretty much nailed it...

it’s late, i’m a little fatigued, and here’s a poem that means absolutely nothing.

So in christianity and the creative process, we had to write 50 pages in our journal for the end of the semester. near the end, i was running out of ideas on what to write about, and this one night in particular, i decided to write whatever popped into my mind and make a poem out of it. i just wrote it down on a sheet of paper, so i’m going to copy it here as if it were written like a poem. i didn’t let my pencil leave the paper…aaand here it is:

Walking through a shadowed roof,
I trudged along the banks of gold.
Climbed up all the hill and dale
And took the things I sold.
I sat and pondered life and death,
And all that lies between.
That span of life, lies in a line,
Such a wonderful short dream.

Like daffodils and sunflower seeds,
I drink the night wind in.
I gasp and gaze at camera views
And chuckle at the pin.
Like fireflies go turning about,
So too the badger swings.
Up through the sky a mile high,
It laps it’s tired wings.

In candy canes and candy corn,
The corny jokes dissolve.
In pretty jewels and karat rings,
I seem quite unresolved.
The wasted time, the wasted time,
No redemption to be found.
Each ounce of moment in here and now
Sums up quite a pound.

Children laughing, mothers smiling,
Trees tossing back and forth,
I’m tired, I’m weak in need of much sleep,
I’ll hibernate, travel north.

My head is full of thoughts that tick,
And some spots just lie dead.
It’s in those spots and lazy thoughts,
My conscience turns blush red.
I’m writing nonsense, writing brilliance
With one thing in my head:
Just keep on writing, keep on fighting,
Or else you’ll end up where you didn’t think you would if you hadn’t. =|

where has all my time gone??

This is where all my time has gone. God bless it.
1 Corinthians 10:31

the shack

About a year ago, I developed a unique passion for reading “make you think” books.  The reason I say unique is because before this, I HATED to read. Now I love it. God has some great things to say through His Word,  and through some wonderful authors God can be understood more clearly and I can’t get enough!
I often struggle to get all the way through books. I’m not sure why.  For instance, I am in the middle of several books right now: Spirit of the Rainforest, Bruchko, Lillith, Screwtape Letters, Mere Christianity, and finally Let the Nations Be Glad.  I usually don’t like to read novels, but the novels I’m reading now are interesting to read and have a substance too them, so I’m giving them a try.
So, the topic of my post: Harold Clousing, of APU Man Choir Directorial fame, gave us a book called The Shack by William P. Young as a Christmas gift to every guy in the choir. I started reading it two days ago. I don’t often read the forwards in books because they are usually dull and take more than enough time to read, but I thought “Eh, why not.” Hooked. Immediately. I can’t wait to read this over break! I have only heard positive feedback from those who have read it. I will try and post what goes through my head while I’m reading this heralded (no pun intended) book.
I think that will be a good motivator. Yep =]
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