tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63534792009-02-21T08:49:02.365+03:00clueless thoughts of a clueless wandererCMnoreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-41492810572497158062008-05-29T02:17:00.002+03:002008-05-29T02:20:08.548+03:00

Looks like there are still a few of you who pop in here now and again to see I still haven't written. Take a peek here. I don't write often there either...but I have recently.

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For those of you still checking in I want to ask for your prayers on two issues.1. Just over a week ago a friend of mine named David committed suicide. David is from the country I lived in and is from a great family. He and I were able to travel together some while I was there. It has been a hard week for me dealing with the loss of a friend. Please pray for his friends and family as we

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The chats I’ve had with some friends recently have been interesting.  Two are struggling with faith.  They are struggling with the things they grew up knowing.  I think they are struggling for different reasons, and their approaches to it are different, but they are both struggling.  The first has shared with me that as a child/youth she felt lied to.  She doesn’t believe pastors and other

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1172246199298425242007-02-23T18:56:00.000+03:002007-02-23T18:56:39.376+03:00

A couple of weeks ago I made a comment.  As soon as it got out of my mouth I thought, “Damn that sure was arrogant!”  I let it go, because as bad as it sounded I said it because I meant it; I believed it.  Wednesday afternoon I got hit hard.  This pride I had recognized a couple of weeks ago resurfaced.  This time it hit me hard.  I wasn’t proud of it and I’m still not sure how to deal with

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I stopped praying.  Not sure when it happened.  I didn’t even realize it had happened until last week.  For some reason I started thinking about prayer and I realized it had been a while.  I was thinking about the future: thinking about jobs, and where I might live, and who I might live with.  I realized I stopped asking for God to direct that.  I want to follow God; I guess it would be important

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1160693567816959682006-10-13T01:52:00.000+03:002006-10-13T01:52:47.870+03:00

Been thinking about “calling” the last few days.  In high school I knew without a shadow of a doubt I had been called to spend my life working in some type of ministry position.  Now over the years my understanding of what that meant has changed.  In 2003 I was sitting in a movie with Christy and Jason.  Suddenly I knew I was called to go back to Africa.  I didn’t have the same kind of call with

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The last week has begun.  A group of us gather together here once a week.  We meet together in a home.  We break bread together, we sing praises together, we enjoy each others presence, we pray together, we discuss scripture together.  Last night was my last.  It will be tough to transition to a different model in the States.  I grew up in the traditional western church model.  It is responsible

CMnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1156076737908369492006-08-20T15:25:00.000+03:002006-08-20T15:25:37.953+03:00

Heartbroken…I lost something important to me; not sure how to cope without it right now.Leaving a place I love in about 2½ weeks.  That one is pretty tough too.Not sure what life looks like without all the people I live around right now.Feel like I’m living in a state of depression today.  Hoping it will pass soon.

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1150047022288665452006-06-11T20:30:00.000+03:002006-06-12T08:31:35.600+03:00

My counter tells me where people are looking at my blogs from.  I know some of you, but many I can’t figure out.  Who are Collegeville, Pennsylvania and Elizabeth, New Jersey?I’m really not sure why some of you keep coming by this blog.  I haven’t written here in ages.  I keep thinking I will get back to it, but then drop the ball.  I’m working one up in response to a comment I got elsewhere.

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Closing sentence in an essay: "If we don't pray according to the needs of the heart, we repress our deepest longings. Our prayers may not be rational, and we may be quite aware of that, but if we repress our needs, then those unsaid prayers will fester." - Madeleine L'Engle in Glimpses of Grace Opening sentence in an essay: "An agnostic is somebody who doesn't know for sure whether there really

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I'm sitting in the living room watching a movie I've seen more times than I can count. It isn't even a very good movie, but it is fun and I knew I wouldn't have to pay much attention and could work at the same time. I'm watching Pure Country. George isn't much of an actor. But it is a fun story of trying to find one's roots. I'm not really writing about the movie because I'm a fan; rather I

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1120246120807951342005-07-01T22:28:00.000+03:002005-08-31T11:23:11.673+03:00

[Listening to: Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar - 13 Going On 30 Soundtrack]I hate to lose things. When I was in high school I remember losing my wallet twice. The first time was in Kansas City if I remember right. I didn't realize I had lost it until we had long since left the scene. I was on a church trip and we were staying overnight at the hotel. For dinner several of us cruised

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1117693567801961732005-06-02T09:26:00.000+03:002005-06-06T02:19:21.263+03:00

[Listening to: The Night We Called it a Day - Diana Krall - The Look of Love (5:42)]All of my life the Myers Briggs test has told me I am an extrovert. In the last few years that began to change. I am not sure if that is common or not. Is it supposed to happen? I began to drift towards the introvert side. I am still an extrovert but with many more introvert tendencies than I once held.How can I

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1110574153404503552005-03-11T23:49:00.000+03:002005-04-13T16:05:50.453+03:00

This morning in the shower I was thinking about marrying a friend of mine. Now I'm not actually going to marry this friend, I was just thinking about it because another friend thinks we should end up together. Now this isn't really what the story is about it just leads to the important part.This friend I was thinking about marrying has considered spending some time in San Francisco. Now this is

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1108927632734730812005-02-20T22:27:00.000+03:002005-03-06T12:12:34.436+03:00

I have begun to become frustrated with something. I think the problem is my own, but I'm not sure. Around many of my coworkers I continually hear the Bible refer to simply as "The Word." I've used the same descriptor. My problem is with giving the Bible more authority and/or power than it claims to have itself. I had never heard of the concept of Bibolitry (spelling?) until I was a senior in

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1108275481709596402005-02-13T09:18:00.000+03:002005-02-17T13:47:31.933+03:00

I am sitting at a restaurant called Hamlet's waiting on others to show up and eat. It is just before 7 and night has almost fallen. The moon is a very thin crescent in the sky with the points facing up. The sky is beautiful. I'm on a short four-legged stool covered with some animals hide. For the last hour I've pondered a few things.1. While technology has made the world smaller, has it

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I wondered if this would inspire me to write on here once in a while. I got a few things in the pot...give me some time to get them together.What are your thoughts on the new look?

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[Listening to: She Must and Shall Go Free - Derek Webb - The House Show (3:16)]Tuesday I was with a national friend. He is an amazing man. He started his own business, led almost all his employees to the family. Now he has a piece of the body meeting each week in his house. He does incredible things. They just finished Acts and John. Now he wants to lead them towards the OT. I have been

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Today is the day to worship the saint Gabriel. I know this because there is a church built for Gabriel on the way to a restaurant I have become quite a regular at. Typically there are not many people at late at night (Note that late is not too long after dark.). On this night the street was packed. There was lots of traffic and numerous people just standing beside and in the roadway.I asked

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[Listening to: Jesus To These - Ryan Richardson - Delve]Lord I want to be…To be your hands and your feet.To walk where you walk,See what you see.To feed a hungry soul,To love a world so poor.I want to be Jesus to these. - Ryan Richardson - Jesus to These on DelveI have never felt quite the way I do here. The pages of the gospel seem to come to life. I have greater mental images of what it

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Last semester at school I had the chance to read Dietrich Bonhoeffer's Life Together. It was pretty good. Today as I was walking home a piece of it came to mind. My struggle the last several days has been loneliness. Honestly this isn't something I expected to deal with. I know many of the Americans here. I even spend quite a bit of time with them. I also have several national friends.

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It is a rainy day in Africa. It is still hard to believe I am here. I have been here a week now. Almost daily I have to remind myself I am here to stay. The rains are supposed to be over soon. A lady on the plane told me it might be another couple weeks. Several days have been bright and sunny but today it pours. I am glad I haven't had to be out as much today. I have had a great

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1094165283785139762004-09-03T01:48:00.000+03:002004-09-03T01:48:03.786+03:00

We did something interesting to day. Two associate vice presidents of the company I am working with did the presentation. It was long and boring and repetitive but concluded with something pretty interesting.They shared the story of John 13, which is definitely a favorite of mine. Jesus was with the disciples in the upper room. And when they had finished eating he got down on his hands and

CMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353479.post-1093393189385196562004-08-25T03:19:00.000+03:002004-08-25T03:19:49.386+03:00

Excitement to get overseas changes almost daily. Many days I am scared to death. I can't believe I have let myself get into this. "This ain't a two month trip overseas!" I tell myself. I am anxious about being so far away from family and friends and all that I know and love.I got to visit with Mark this past weekend. It was great. His life is right on track with all of his hopes and dreams

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For those of you interested I have received word that Patrick has returned home!

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