tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63534792011-04-22T07:30:45.330+03:00clueless thoughts of a clueless wandererCMnoreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag: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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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[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

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[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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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I was in Georgetown towards the end of my summer. I had gone to visit Falmouth, where I was once and youth pastor, and some college friends at Georgetown. I was sitting in the Lock and Key - this neat new coffee shop with free wireless internet. I called home to see how the family was doing.I found out Patrick had had a car accident. It was pretty bad and they didn't know if he was going to

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I'm not sure I am the best at feeling blessed in bad situations. I am not one of those trying to always smile so that I can make the world think things are great when they suck. Rather I desire to see how I am blessed when things are tough.My parents are at the hospital today. A lady that has worked for them for nearly 20 years found out in the last couple weeks she has colon cancer. Today

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[Listening to: Fall On Me - Student Life Praise & Worship - I Will Exalt]Last week I went to Houston for a few days. I met with a couple of the pastors our overseas work is partnered with. Both of the churches I visited are house church models. They have the majority of their focus on the small group events and life together that happens in houses of members and everyday life activities.One of

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[Listening to: Only Wanna Be With You - Hootie & The Blowfish - The Best Of Hootie & The Blowfish (1993 Thru 2003)] He wore brown denim pants and an ugly dress shirt with big paisleys on it. He had a pair of brown nubuc Eastland's on. I remember the shoes well. Not because they were the cool dress shoes to have when I was a freshmen (although they were), but because we were in the gym

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One thing I am well known for in my family is losing stuff (or just breaking it) out of the back end of the truck. I was catering a dinner with my dad when I was young. There was a four-foot food warmer in the back of my truck. It was some type of chicken, wrapped in bacon, in some kind of sauce. I was about half a block from the restaurant on the way to the event. I turned a corner and the

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I drove home from Waco today. I was so tired driving. Several times I almost stopped to take a nap. One thing that kept me awake through some of it was thinking over things. At one point I began to think about friends. I thought about old friends and new friends. I thought about graduations - high school, college, seminary. How were they different? How were they the same? While doing

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I met a man today. I had to go and get new tires put on my car. I ended up at this little shack out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. While Zack put the tires on my car I sat in side their air-conditioned office they sent me towards. Inside was a very large old man in overalls. He was missing some teeth and liked to use cuss words in his sentences. He never told me his name but he

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I pulled it off once in college. My birthday came and went and the only people who knew were my family. Every year I do all that I can to not let anyone know that my birthday has come and gone. I try to hide it from everyone I know. I feel so selfish letting anybody know that I have a birthday. I don't like there to be events that are focused on me. I would much rather get together on behalf of

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This is a time of endings. This is a time of goodbyes. This year has been that way. Today has especially been that way. This morning I woke up and watch the two hour series finale of Dawson's Creek. Yes, I know Dawson's Creek ended ages ago. But I didn't watch it ages ago. I only made fun of those who watched it back then. But this year I started watching the reruns on TBS and I sort of

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Thought some of you guys/gals might want to check out this nifty tool. I like it so far. WBLOGGAR.COM

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The concepts in the parable of The Forgiving Father are hard for me to grasp. I don't actually understand grace the way it is presented in this story. About three weeks ago a friend of mine called my understanding of grace into question. Since that time I have been trying to find out if I even believe in grace. Of course I have the verbage to say things about grace but I sure don't live a

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For those who care I am still alive. Mark got on to me today and told me I had to right something. Quick updates: Graduation in about 3 weeks (assuming I get everything done). Africa - Orientation in July, fly out in September. I'm pretty excited. And pretty nervous. Dentist - I need lots-o-dental-work. Sucks!! Now the rest: I watched a movie tonight, 13 Going on 30. Good little flick.

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I love wireless internet. I am sitting in McAlister's blogging and checking email. How amazing is that? I am ready for the day that it is everywhere...free. I need to tell a story. Tonight I was studying at Barnes and Noble. Well, okay, so I wasn't getting much studying done. I am trying to get research done for a paper, but it is slow going. So I spent some time talking to my friend

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I had a rather amusing experience last night. It was 8:30 or 9 and I decided to go get dinner. I walked down the street to Chili's too. The place was empty. There was one big table there and all of the workers were off doing busy work trying to not get too bored. I ordered and sat down to start reading a book and catching up on some phone calls. While I was on the phone with Opie I

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Ahh, Spring Break!! Do you capitalize that compound word? I don't know but you should. It is such a wonderful chance to experience life differently than the way I have been for the last several weeks and for several more. I agree with the words of one of my favorites, Dr. Hulitt Gloer, when he told us last week, "It is really more of 'Spring Catch-up' then 'Spring Break' for both students and

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I am not real good at this because I don't know what to share. I also rarely take time to sit down and think long enough to journal/blog. I spend a lot of time reading the blogs of many of you who will eventually read this. As could be expected, I feel more comfortable reading and pondering over the thoughts of others than I do making my own thoughts known to others. For some reason I

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Assuming I can pass my classes, graduation will soon be here!! Praise Jesus!!!!!!

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I am about as good at this blogging thing as I am at journaling...I suck at it. Oh well, that is the joy of it being mine, I get to choose if I use it or not. I am sitting at Barnes and Noble with Christy; we are "studying." Actually she is off looking for something. She is as bad as I am at keeping focused on stuff. She just got back. It is kinda weird being here with Christy. I always

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Last week I sat in a conference on the persecuted church. It was powerful information. The presenter has done about 450 interviews in about 65 of the most persecuted countries in the world. He has amazing wisdom and insight into what it means to do ministry. He especially has insight into doing ministry in the persecuted world. Let me share a couple things that were moving to me. The

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I love the movies. Last night Mark, Megan, and I went to see "Monster." Holy Cow what a movie! It was extremely intense. There were some scenes and some language that I would definitely warn people of before I could recommend it. But I definitely recommend it. I love when a movie makes it possible for you to hurt for the "bad guy." Charlize Theron (who is hot, by the way; but not in the

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I am sitting at Jason's table in Starbuck's. I hate my computer because not all of the keys work and I only get about 7 minutes of battery time. I am writing a sermon. I am going to speak tonight at a True Love Waits, Disciple Now. I am a little nervous about it. I have not had the purity I would hope for in most of my relationships. Several months ago I started thinking about this and

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I arise today through God's strength to pilot me: God's might to uphold me, God's wisdom to guide me, God's eye to look before me, God's ear to hear me, God's word to speak for me, God's hand to gaurd me. Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,

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FYI - The new Norah Jones, feels like home is wonderful. I went to Best Buy just to browse as I do about once a week. While there I remembered her CD had come out. It was on sale so I bought it. Great buy!! It sounds a lot different than the last one. More diverse; less mellow.

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Recently, a friend and I decided we were going to not hang out for a while. We decided the best thing for our friendship would be if we spent some time apart and then came back to it later. This isn't easy. I miss my friend. I recognize that this is the wisest decision and what must happen if our friendship will ever span the difficulties of time. Long term - this is the only way to

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I got a phone call from a high school friend last night. She is actually an exgirlfriend too. I talk to her about once every several months. She calls or emails and we can never get a hold of one another. Then we finally catch each other and have a long conversation about nothing. Usually it ends up back on the conversation of high school. It is interesting that I really have no

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I wanted to share some readings from Madeleine L'Engle. The Qualifications for God's Work Slowly I have realized that I do not have to be qualified to do what I am asked to do, that I just have to go ahead and do it, even if I can't do it as well as I think it ought to be done. This is one of the most liberating lessons of my life. The qualifications needed for God's work are very different

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I've been spending time thinking about emotions lately. I am not very emotional when it comes to real life. For some reason I have created this idea that when it comes to real life my job is to be strong and rational. It's strange that I work this way because I am one of the first to get emotional in movies. I cry in about every movie I see – and I love it. Tonight I watched about 10

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What a WeekI really wanted to just call it all quits. I was so tired of running like a chicken with my head cut off for about 16 hours a day. Finally today I got to the end of the woods...well at least these woods. I'm sure they will start again next week.The GirlWe talked tonight. I have been praying for her all week and thinking about what had happened. FYI - I called her last week twice.

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How do I find the time to do all that I want to do in life? I want to finish strong in school. I want to spend time with friends. I want to build new relationships. I want to be a phenomenal chaplain. I want to spend time with my guys and my girls. I want to watch TV. I want to read lots of books. I want to sit in cafes and talk to strangers and drink coffee. I want to spend a day

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My journaling ended so abruptly yesterday. I was interrupted in the middle of it by a strange man at Common Grounds. I didn’t know him from Adam and honestly I kept hoping he was going to eventually ask me for money and let me get back to work. He never asked for money. Instead he sat and talked to me for two hours. He claims God speaks to him audibly and frequently. I’m okay with this idea

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One of my favorite things in life is also one of my least favorite. I both love and hate to meet incredible people. It is a favorite because of the cool chance that you have to learn and interact with them. It is a least favorite because you often have a great conversation and then know that you are never going to actually see one another again. One difficulty I still have in figuring out

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Blah I had to begin this blog by just writing down the topics I wanted to discuss. There is so much that has been rattling around in my brain the last several days and zero time to get it down on paper. It is tough to be so busy and to have no other desire than that life would just slow down. Community I am so blessed. I have the opportunity to spend my life in the midst of incredible people.

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To those who know me well I am considered shall we say, "hard to please." I am never completely satisfied with something. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I don't know the answer to that question. I once heard a sermon by Andy Stanley. He spoke of being a leader and that a valuable part of that was a critical mind. He said that leaders are made as critical people. They look at

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I'm so tired of the mundane. Last night I studied for about four hours. I got through about 1/2 of one class's work. I need to read for several more hours this morning but I'm so tired of it from last night I have yet to muster the energy to start all over again.I am so ready to graduate. It seems like May will never get here. And all though I can't wait until classes end, it will also be rather

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Tonight has been a good night. Jason, Christy, Mark, and I went and saw the Mavs play the Nets. We had a lot of fun as we always do. More and more everyday I am learning the value of good community and the necessity it is in my life. It helps me enjoy life more and it helps me desire to pursue Christ more. I praise God for the community I am able to interact with. A thought: I recently had

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I have been pretty unproductive today. I very intentionally did not set my alarm clock. I woke up at 10:45. It was great. It had been a long weekend. I did Jason’s D-Now. Mark and I ended up in the same house working with the high school guys. They were good guys. It was sort of tough though. I those situations I always find myself reflecting back to when I was there age. I think of

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