Monday, November 30, 2009

NOT Readings

Wow today's study wasn't in the form of studying but youtube videos. Joel Osteen and Bill Graham fail...false preachings???!?

Should God be in the Center of Our Lives?

How the preachers keep preaching and people who think they're right with God keep talking. Place God at the center of YOUR LIFE! Keep talking because I'm not listening. Go convince someone else.

We think in order to be with God we have to focus on Him alone and nothing else. Why? Because that's what we were taught. By pastors and people who seems righteous. If God is the center of my life then I am revolving around Him. My eyes set on him only my back turned against the world. This paints the wrong picture of how we're supposed to live. Now if someone bumps you and turn you 180 then you're back's against God and your eyes set on the world. What now? Don't even see Him anymore right? Then now you walk and He becomes a distant object behind your back and that's that.

Instead we should carefully examine how we should treat God. Is it really right to hog Him to ourselves in the center? Having alone time and making every second of the day be about you and Him? I don't think so. Before you get all :O:O OMG WTF BBQSAUCE on me, stfu and listen.

God shouldn't be the center. OOOOOOOOOOOOH Kevin's bad, what a bad Christian! Well big deal; aren't we all? God away from the center of our lives because it limits us and limits Him. He should be the bond that holds us with everything we do in life. Friendships. Relationships. Work. Decisions. Recreations. Anything. Everything. These bonds should be withheld and blessed by the strength of God so that good may come out of it and evil may not come of it. Those on the other end of the bonds will also see the work of God rather than you hording Him to yourself while centering God in your life. And if you do fall in one bond and God drops out of that, at least you have other Godly bonds to keep you straight. Diversifying risk just like a stock portfolio. So next time you think to yourself "I need to take my focus away from school, relationships, friendships, work, sports or whatever in order to focus on God" think again. Don't be so stubborn and open your eyes. That's just us wrapping up excuses in a righteous bow tie to make ourselves sound like we're aiming at the righteous path in our walk. Next time instead of focusing AWAY other things, why don't you trust in God a little more and place Him INTO the things you are doing? OHHHHH sounds Kevin's saying place God along into other activities. God's secondary now. OOOOOOOOOOOOH.

Keep God revolving around you so you may never take your eyes off of Him. If life hits you into a 180 you're still looking at Him. Keep God surrounding you so that others may see Him and receive Him, so that you may share all that is good. Let God surround you so that when you fall grace will soften the pain.

Whether you're convinced, sympathizing or loathing my view, I really don't care. What I do care for is that you think for yourself and not blindly listen to what others preach or say. When you put something in your mouth do you not question what it is? Then when others "feed" us, should we not question what it is?

Glimpse of Happiness in a Void

*EDIT* never typing Korean again in my blog. Messed up the format at the bottom. Have fun reading -_-

Today while working out at the gym, I see this little chubby kid run down the stairs by the weights. His lips begin to widen and soon stretch ear to ear almost as if he wanted to be Julia Roberts. What made him do such a perfect impersonation was that he saw this huge yoga ball (you know, the big bouncy balls that you do crunches on or other gymtards [gym retards] who like to do squats on.) Well, he quickly ran to it and started bouncing the ball up and down, up and down. With each successive bounce back to his chubby little fingers his lips were closer to his ear lobes. His shiny eyes with hope and TRUE joy locked on to his fathers. Hoping to share this joy with one of the most important people in the world to him, he kept on bouncing the ball and his eyes screamed "Daddy, look! Isn't it awesome??"

It was so awesome to him. He was so unselfish and willing to share.

Yet the father silently stared back with no emotion. He waves his hand over and says "let's go, come on." The kid stays put, lips a little further from the earlobes now. The father doesn't budge. The child's moon crescent shaped eyes made of joy were now turning back to its normal olive shapes. Happiness that wanted to be shared and was selflessly offered was shot down just like that.

You see, a lot of the times we don't understand this simple thing. What's important to you may not be important to others; what's important to others may be worthless to you. So when someone shares something with you and you don't give a rat's ass or damn to respond or even acknowledge them, great evil is being done. ESPECIALLY to kids. This child that I saw today may have drawn to the conclusion that sharing things you love will get you rejected. Maybe it's better not to share happiness with other people. What a cruel thing to learn especially since it demolishes hope. A father who couldn't be bothered to walk over for 30 seconds to bounce that yoga ball with his kid while sharing a smile could have taught his son a very wrong lesson. What's worse he could have placed a barrier between their relationship.

I almost forgot to put this entry. Leaving 노래방, Matt ran off to finch market. He came back with two 김밥. I went to a sushi buffet today and was not hungry at all. I politely turned him down.
He looked over and said "I bought it for you!" Haha...I couldn't help but smile inside knowing God
wanted to remind me of the lesson I learned today. So I took it and watched him munch down on
his. As I'm writing this I'm eating it. And yes Matt, I failed at peeling the wrapper too.
Thank you for sharing a glimpse of your happiness with me, it's more delicious than any 김밥
I've had in a long time. I will not be the one to discourage people from trying to share their joy.

I will not be that kind of a father.

I will not be like my father.

I will be like my Father.

Readings Luke 17-18

We should forgive those who sin against us but repent infinitely. What do we do to those who don't care to repent?

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Readings Luke 14-16

"And he said to them, “You are those who justify yourselves before men, but God knows your hearts. For what is exalted among men is an abomination in the sight of God."

Precisely why I don't have to worry about what people think of me when I say the things that I do. I'm confident because of it; because I know in the grand scheme of things their view on who I am, whether true or not, has no real impact. Sorry, it's the truth :).

Friends, family and God matter since their judgement would be what's in my heart.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Readings Luke 12-13

No one worry Listen to that Bob Marley song right?

Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat, nor about your body, what you will put on. 23 For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing. 24 Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds!

Let's amen to that. I kept my word. I'm still awake yet to shut my eye. I read. I thought. I wrote.

On a side note...pretty sad how sometimes even I have to be drunk to say the things it truly want to say and do the things I truly want to do. Why so cruel fate? Why so cruel?

Friday, November 27, 2009

Readings Luke 10-11

Why focus so much on the outside when what matter most in on the inside? So simple no?

Thursday, November 26, 2009


A poison to the soul; passion's cruel counter part,
from love she grows; till love is slain.

Soft Heart, Hard Mind.

Taking a break from rigorous sales analysis of eight years, I stumble upon a touching music video on youtube. It was made by JYP and Jackie Chan for the earthquake victims and survivors of China a while back. I remember when I heard it, I didn't even flinch. Didn't really care nor had the heart to help. My mom took out $4,000 and donated it to them without hesitation. At that time I thought nothing of it. But now looking back I realized how soft hearted and hard minded my mother is. $4,000 is nothing to scoff at especially in my parents' financial situation. But without even thinking about it, her pen graced through the face of the cheque. Such a heart for compassion. What a strong woman and kind soul. I pray that I can become selfless like her and every day I want to tell her how much she inspires me yet I can't bring myself up to say those kind of things to her. Don't know why. Maybe it's the family I was brought up in. I show ample gratitude and love to my girlfriends but never to my parents. Those words unspoken hurt; yet if they were to be said it'd immensely awkward.

Videos here. Look at the pain in the survivors eyes...the loss of someone they love crushes their souls. No crutch can comfort those pain numbed eyes. Breaks my heart.


I have fricken ADD. I'll do my sales analysis for 2 minutes then I'll go on youtube and pull a Mike. AKA listen to Korean songs. Then I'll go back to my project and 2 minutes later I'll be on facebook. Wadafa. Though I must say I still get things done. It's just like back in school....
On a side note, keeping it realer than the fact that girls do fart:

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Readings Luke 8-9

"No one after lighting a lamp covers it with a jar or puts it under a bed, but puts it on a stand, so that those who enter may see the light."

Wow really? Jesus you'd be surprised...

Food that grosses me out...REALLY?

Just found out at work that some people here eat BALUT. In case you don't know, balut is a partially born chicken whilst still in the egg. Yes, it's an egg with some chicken in it. It is to be hard boiled and eaten whole (with feather, bone, yolk, and white). Now by this time you've probably scrunched your nose already. My stomach's turning as I describe it and yet I've asked them to bring me one when they get the chance. Yes, I will eat it. I will also record it and post a video of it. But just the thought of eating a partially born chick is quite disgusting. Apparently the broth in the egg is supposed to be delicious. Now I've convinced a few of you to eat durian and loved the responses because it was utterly hilarious; I just hope it won't be the case when I eat this balut. Well at least you all get to see my reaction and fear before I battle this beast of a delicacy. Wow my stomach's actually turning...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Readings Luke 6-7

Can the people who have it good now really not have it good in heaven? A question that struggles many. I certainly don't plan to be poor...nor powerless. In fact I'm going to be the total opposite. You need both to make a big impact and a certain change. We'll see what it says further down in Acts and Proverbs about this.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Readings Luke 4-5

Funny, the devil uses logic and reason understandable by us to convince and sway. God uses illogical things and things unfathomable by us to redeem. You'd think it'd be the other way needs no logic; only willingness.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Readings Luke 2-3

Nothing really, just a story of how Jesus came to be. But look how serious the bible takes lineage into consideration...just scan your eyes through the list...then go to the last 4 words and realize how epic this is. Pretty cool/scary/annoying how they track it so far back though. Pretty awesome too. Anyway, I think it's important to never forget where we came from even if we have our eyes set on where we need to go.

Jesus, when he began his ministry, was about thirty years of age, being the son (as was supposed) of Joseph, the son of Heli, 24 the son of Matthat, the son of Levi, the son of Melchi, the son of Jannai, the son of Joseph, 25 the son of Mattathias, the son of Amos, the son of Nahum, the son of Esli, the son of Naggai, 26 the son of Maath, the son of Mattathias, the son of Semein, the son of Josech, the son of Joda, 27 the son of Joanan, the son of Rhesa, the son of Zerubbabel, the son of Shealtiel, [13] the son of Neri, 28 the son of Melchi, the son of Addi, the son of Cosam, the son of Elmadam, the son of Er, 29 the son of Joshua, the son of Eliezer, the son of Jorim, the son of Matthat, the son of Levi,30 the son of Simeon, the son of Judah, the son of Joseph, the son of Jonam, the son of Eliakim, 31 the son of Melea, the son of Menna, the son of Mattatha, the son of Nathan, the son of David, 32 the son of Jesse, the son of Obed, the son of Boaz, the son of Sala, the son of Nahshon,33 the son of Amminadab, the son of Admin, the son of Arni, the son of Hezron, the son of Perez, the son of Judah, 34 the son of Jacob, the son of Isaac, the son of Abraham, the son of Terah, the son of Nahor, 35 the son of Serug, the son of Reu, the son of Peleg, the son of Eber, the son of Shelah, 36 the son of Cainan, the son of Arphaxad, the son of Shem, the son of Noah, the son of Lamech, 37 the son of Methuselah, the son of Enoch, the son of Jared, the son of Mahalaleel, the son of Cainan, 38 the son of Enos, the son of Seth, the son of Adam, the son of God.

Weird dream...

Here goes:

Me, Khang, Matt and John Kim were around Earl Haig coming back from somewhere...a retreat perhaps because I had my duffel bag full of clothes in Khang's car.

For SOME reason, I only had my boxers on riding shotty in Khang's car. Knowing me, I did it JUST to bother people. So we park the car and they walk towards the field. I run out and realize damn, it's like 3 pm and sunny I should put some clothes on and not look like an idiot. By this time Khang and Matt were walking across the field to John's car. He parked a little bit away from us. So I scream "Khang pop the trunk!"

I scramble around and find my brown pirate Jesus T-shirt. Put it on. As the shirt goes over my head and covers my eyes for a split second, these two little scrawny black kids (think of the movie Hardball or City of God [C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER] City of God is one of the best foreign movies....ho ho hold up I'ma let you finish but City of God is one of the BEST MOVIES - OF ALL TAHM.) show up and starts blaming me for something.

Then one kid pulls out a gun which looked like it was way too big for his scrawny ass arm. He points the gun up at me and starts getting emotional. I kept my cool and was REALLY calm. I know I'm cool and collected when anything goes down but I didn't think I'd be this calm in this kind of a situation. I say to him "hey, calm down...what's wrong? Let me help you. Don't throw away your life." His buddy glares at me like I'm a serpent slithering lies through my forked tongue. Kid with the gun screams "You! It's ALL YOUR FAULT!" I reply firmly "Listen, talk it out. There will be no good for you to shoot me. Nothing gets resolved and you'll probably in up in jail or die from one of my men." Kid thinks about it. Lowers his gun for a split second. As I realize his gun hand and trigger finger starts to tremble again I drop to the ground with blurred vision. Numbness went from my neck up to my face. Unbelievable amount of force punctured my neck. I couldn't feel pain. I had to look all over the ground for the blood splatter to realize he had shot right through my neck. Somehow between my Adam's apple and major artery. Kid was stunned that he shot me and clearly never did it before. He drops the gun and runs off with his buddy.

With a light head I pick up the gun. Bam, bam one kid drops. Click, click the gun's out of bullets. One kid gets away. I scream for help across the field "Khang! Matt! John!" Whoa, my head feels woozy. Blood loss from screaming. But I can't stop. Need help. Now. Short breathed, I look down and let out a chuckle " idiot." I grab my blackberry out of my left pocket and dial Khang.

"Let's get out of here, I've been shot. Scramble. Meet you at closest car." Everyone scrambles to their cars. Turns out I'm the closest to Matt's car. This guy just seems to not get the situation. You know when a kid is doing something they dread? Chin tucked in, shoulders down and dragging their feet? Matt was doing that. I was SO pissed. I was screaming at him so loudly while blood was squirting from my neck. We finally get into his car and he freaking takes a breather like he walked for 40 miles. In my rage I woke up.

The End.

Readings Luke 1


“Blessed be the Lord God of Israel,
for he has visited and redeemed his people
69 and has raised up a horn of salvation for us
in the house of his servant David,
70 as he spoke by the mouth of his holy prophets from of old,
71 that we should be saved from our enemies
and from the hand of all who hate us;
72 to show the mercy promised to our fathers
and to remember his holy covenant,
73 the oath that he swore to our father Abraham, to grant us
74 that we, being delivered from the hand of our enemies,
might serve him without fear,
75 in holiness and righteousness before him all our days.
76 And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High;
for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways,
77 to give knowledge of salvation to his people
in the forgiveness of their sins,
78 because of the tender mercy of our God,
whereby the sunrise shall visit us [8] from on high
79 to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

Cool Bro. Night.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Readings Mark 15-16

One again, same stuff as Matthew. I go this out of it though: nowadays we bend things and rationalize as long as it tickles our fancy; but, the truth no matter through which perspective always stays the same. Do I have to explain how I came to this conclusion? You can figure it out right? Right.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Shattered Peace of a Broken Heart Pt2 fitting of a song near the end of it all. This is what it has become of something that was once so sacred and beautiful

Readings Mark 14

Mark's account of the end. Same as Matthews. But one thing that spoke to me was the woman giving to Jesus. That screams learn to prioritize things in life. What's important may not always be important when seen through relativity. Deep stuff if you think about it.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Shattered Peace of a Broken Heart

I made a promise, when the soap like shampoo you got me finished I would be over you. Every single day I use it and think why does this thing last so long? Why does it drag on so painfully long. I put on my clothes walk out the door, wear a smile and belt out a laugh. Every sound and every move consciously done to cover up the void. I didn't care if I fooled the other people...I was just hoping to fool myself. If you tell a lie long enough it becomes the truth. I am ok. I am over it. Girls, here I come again. I'll be ok...I'll be fine.

Today the shampoo fell and shattered. A sign perhaps? When it shattered my heart went thud. What does this mean? How do I react? How should I react? I drive out the thoughts and head off to work. Time passes. I keep myself busy to stop myself from thinking deeper into the situation. I go on facebook to look at old pictures...carelessly. Forgetting the uneasy feeling I got in the past 3 months whenever I see your face, I foolishly click back into older pictures - memories we shared captured in a still shot. As my eyes graze over our big smiles my mind starts to panic. What pain will I feel? What regret will surface again?

None. A smile shines through my cloudy face and I realize I'm finally at peace. Today the pain is calmed. Today I accept the end of the road for us. Today I accepted my decision - finally. Today my heart shattered in pieces is finally in peace. Slowly they will heal and come back together. Slowly my heart will be big enough to love again. Saying I have no regrets is another lie trying to paint a perfect story. We all have regrets, but we also all have to face them, accept them and move on.

"This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
If through our travels we get seperated, never forget
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets"

Love is a thing I hold more dear than anything or anyone can really fathom. But a failed love won't stop me from going where I need to go. I have my eyes set for a goal way up high. I don't intend to let a little regret or hurt keep me down. I fell. I got up. And I'll march on - Every. Single. Time. That's how it has always been. That's how it will always be.

Readings Mark 12-13

Man first parable that stumped me. Either it's straight up simple or too freaking deep. Vineyard, killing...who's who? Who are we? Be good tenants and give rightfully what is His is what I'm getting.

And the lady who gives...this whole things about giving. Speaks to me. Anyway, what's scary is the stress on relativity. It's about giving significance based on what you have. How do we tell how much we truly have to begin with? Talking about more than just money here.

Anyway, interesting day. Going to bed.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

John Kim's epic analogy

"Wordsunspoken is a wicked blog name. It's like that 2 faced painting with the old lady and the hot lady...except with words." - John Kim

Anyway I'm listening to podcasts on customer acquisition and retention strategies. The narrator's voice is so monotonous. All I'm doing is thinking if this were James Earl Jones, Darth Vader, doing the voice it'd be so much more interesting.

"In this tight economy, *inhale*, customer acquisition needs to be done through the force, *inhale*, of promotion."

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Readings Mark 10-11

Really, nothing to interesting. Maybe because I'm so tired that I can't think. But oh well, forcing things is not th way to do it either.

Meteor Shower - Once every 33 years.

Man I was so excited for this. Wrestling with whether I really wanted to see this once every 33 years phenomenon, I finally bit my lip and decided to go ahead with it. I'm now at work with eyeballs that look like speckled jawbreakers and that feel as dry as the Sahara desert. Oh yea, my mental reflexes are about as sharp as a spoon. But anyway, the night went a little something like this...

In preparation for setting my skull and my spine at a 90 degree angle for the next few hours, we took logs made of what felt like titanium and moved them closer to the lawn chairs where people comfortably found their spots. Oh yea, Mike dropped that titanium log on my foot. It's now looking like a Backstreet boy album released year ago mixed with Star Jones' foot - or a pigs fat foot. In the blistering cold we waited and the promised shower was really just a sprinkle...or maybe trickle...ok, just droplets. Frozen to the bone, people quickly left and in the end, only a few of us were left.

The whole ordeal was nothing to shout about or even worth mentioning. But what was left even in the frozen breeze and bitterness of beer was friendship. Sincere friendship with nothing attached is something special, something to be cherished. They say you should make a wish when you see a shooting star, but I've realized if I didn't have these friends it'd be something I'd wish for. And I guess where I'm getting at was that the meteor shower was nothing special, but because of it I've realized how blessed I am for having all of my friends. I don't take any of you for granted and I pray I never do. Let me know if you need me, I'll be there. My boys you know how much I love you guys. My girls it's the same. As vulgar and carefree as I may seem, I think about you guys a lot during the day. Wondering if you've found jobs, if you're keeping up with school work, if your relationships' are going well and if you're just happy. And although I don't extend my concern enough through a electronic "hello," I'm here for you any time. Just say the word.

And of course, this wouldn't happen without the help of my Glorious Friend. We cool right ;)? Right. Thanks for looking out for me. I'm promising to extend that to my friends too ok?

And these are the wordsunspoken. Half of you guys won't even read it...maybe these things will forever remain unspoken ;).

Readings Mark 8-9

Wow some strong stuff. End whichever part of you that causes you to sin. I don't know about you, I'm definitely incapable of doing that. Should we take it literally? My whole being causes me to sin. What do I do about that?

Another cool note is when Jesus tells Peter to stfu because he is following the wishes of men and not God. Clearly Peter's concern was an ethically righteous one. But then again clearly God cares none for preset notions of societal values. He does his own thing and expects us to follow it. Sometimes we'd be expected to do things His way that make no sense to us. That's fine. But those who take words to the extreme do extreme things. How far do we take it? Bombings in the name of God? Crusades that raped and pillaged villages in the name of God. Mass suicides in the name of God. But alas it should be realized: those cruelties are done in the name of A god - not our God. It is done by men twisting God's word into words of men.

"“Get behind me, Satan! For you are not setting your mind on the things of God, but on the things of man.”

Anyyyyyyyyyyyyyway, this update's for the one I missed yesterday. Will update later today after work for today's reading.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Readings Mark 6-7

Holy crap I am dead tired. Anyway, the thing that stuck out here was that nothing vile comes from outside of man, all that is dirty comes inside out. How true and deep. My farts are vile. Possibly biochem warfare level stuff.

Refine the insides so that only flowers come from within. Much like me thinking girls' farts must smell like flowers. Well, only the pretty ones. HA, I actually thought that at a point in time. Who's with me?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Giving to the homeless

We went and gave stuff to homeless people today...and I was bitter. Deep down I knew it wasn't enough. It was all a sham, a sham wow. We did it to pat ourselves on the back. Massage our egos. Cuddle our faith. Oh we're such nice human beings, taking 2 hrs out of our lives to see the homeless people. Those crazy, dirty, gross people. I saw it in our eyes. It was in my eyes. Listen to them ramble their heart out with tears in their eyes. Yearning for companionship that they don't have. Yet we had to cut them short. "Hey listen, it was great talking to you. But we HAVE to leave." Oh really? HAVE to leave. Right. They're cutting close to our 2 hr time line. Better cut them loose and boogie. Don't need 3 hrs to massage my ego, 2 hrs is enough. As we turn our backs I look at the man's eyes. As much as it was full of confusion, alcohol, and any other possible drug available, I saw a world of hurt. An understanding of insincerity...and worst of all, an acceptance of it as human nature. When a good deed is carried out half just seems fake.
We gave blankets, some food, a backpack and whatever other thing. Who cares. They're still on the streets, they'll still be hungry, they'll still die. We say a prayer...and leave. Have faith in the prayer you say. I hope they do. Because I don't. Not in the prayer, but in us as people to follow through the opportunities God gives us to actually do something about it. We just don't. We only have 2 hrs to spare, remember? How bitter I was about making no real difference. As a business student that prides myself for efficiency, effectiveness, and strategy to get out of bad situations, I felt so powerless. That anger fuels me. One day. One day I will become SO powerful and influential. I will be so rich and recognized. I will start a movement and get these people off the streets. For justice I will. Throw me pain and anguish, I will destroy it.

At the end of the day, a James Cha with sparkling eyes and a bright smile caught my attention.
He wanted to genuinely hear these people's retarded drunken rambles. He got offended at a person that said nothing but thanks. A glimpse of hope into what caring really is. A shimmer of light to see someone who wasn't massaging his ego. He wanted to hear THEIR story. ONE person's story. Then it hit me. It's my fault. It's not pointless. I was being a fool. I looked at the homeless like a number. A problem, an equation, an "it." James had it right all along. Each individual is a person. A person is not a problem, number or equation. Tonight we didn't solve a problem or an equation. But we did give blankets to 20+ people so they'd stay warm. We did hear their stories and gave them some companionship. When it comes to lives, numbers can't be the measurement. For each life made better is an accomplishment. Each act of kindness brings a bit of inspiration. Each bit of inspiration ignites an ember of hope. Let us keep the ember alive. It's what we're called to do.

Readings Mark 4-5

Today's readings were applicable. Sower with seeds thorns, rocks, and soil. Yea, that parable. What I got from it was all we can really do is spread God's word. The grounds are predetermined to be rocks, thorns, and soil. Let us do our end to show God glory and let Him do His end to paint His own glory. And that's that. We can't control what type of ground we sow seeds on because we honestly won't know. All we can do is know REALLY well what brand our seeds are and leave the rest. It's the act of sowing that is needed of us. God does the reaping.

Another thing was Jesus telling the howling wind to settle down and stfu, with faith of course. I've realized that it's applicable to humans. If we can all have a little faith in each other and realize that people aren't all douche bags then they will do what we ask granted we do so in faith. Very simple, in business no one wants to buy something for $1 if they can get it for 75c. But if we have faith in the other end and ask them to spend a little more money because we need it on our end, something really can be worked out. Makes no sense in numbers, but funny thing is, when you ask in faith it really does happen. Bible > business school on that account.

So let us be less scared of each other and the unknown. Have a little faith. Dare to ask the taboo things, dare to ask the stupid questions, dare to ask for forgiveness. Because when you do it in faith chances are the sincerity will result in what you wanted to begin with.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Readings Mark 1-3

Mostly just Sunday school stories...but what stuck out was:

Truly, I say to you, all sins will be forgiven the children of man, and whatever blasphemies they utter, 29 but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin”30 for they were saying, “He has an unclean spirit."

:O:O:O:O:O??????????????? What do you guys think? Grace doesn't forgive all? My mind is blown right now. PEWPEW

At Work

Man...this feeling sucks. Sales meeting in 2 hours and SOMEBODY might get fired, I won't say who. But somebody...I'm not saying it's our director of sales...but somebody...gonna get a hurt LEALLLL bad.

Readings Matthew 27-28.

Almost forgot...jeez.

Anyway, nothing exciting or sparked a thought. Bloodiest part of Passion of the Christ and Jesus beats death. Go and baptize in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Go and make disciples of all nations He says. Then he waived his two fingers and said peace out. And so we shall.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Love letter to you

I've looked back on my life during the long drive home from work and realized how much you mean to me. Days like today, I CAN'T WAIT to see you. Since we've met, you've always been there. In the beginning, I didn't like you, I'll admit it. It was just so uncomfortable to be around you; but you grew on me and I couldn't resist. Whenever I was at discomfort you'd always open up and let me in...through thick and thin. I've never thanked you, never let my friends know about what we have and I feel now is the time to show the world how I feel about you. I know in public I don't show you affection...but you know how I am with PDA. Sometimes you like to surprise me in public too. I'm not good with surprises, so I usually turn away but you already know =).

But when we're alone your silky smooth skin is so soothing to touch. I know you get cold easily but I'll hug you and warm you up =). Some people tell me I should get you wear a turtle neck or a sweater to keep you from being cold, but I know you can take it ;). When I wake up I think about you...before I sleep I think about you...sometimes during the middle of the night I'll wake up and think about you too. I can't get you out of my mind. I'll admit, I hate having others take you away from me. Sometimes after they hug you, it's like I can still feel them on you. Their warmth, their aura. I wish you'd just hug me. I have so much to give to you why do you need it from others? I feel so strong about you because taking away my burden is so easily for you almost at the wave of a hand. Sure, you get drained too...I know. But the beauty and strength of you is that you fill right back up and you're ready to take my crap all over again. Never have I realized how much I needed you until today's drive home. My pet turtle kept poking its head out and asking "when are we gonna see her? I can't wait!" My turtle doesn't feel that way towards anyone but you. Today the traffic was so bad the turtle got angry, and turned into a TORTOISE. While the endless red light dragon shook its ass at me, I almost lost control of it in my car. But before it got any more angry and turn into a teenage mutant ninja turtle, I got to you. The turtle was content and freed from its encasing. Once again, I was relieved that you were there for me. Once again I unloaded all my harshness onto you. Once again you were drained. Once again you were quickly renewed and ready again. Once again you've taken my endless crap. Thank you toilet, you are my love forever and ever and ever.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Readings Matthew 25-26.

Oh yea, this blog's going to hold my thoughts on my bible readings every day too. Let's see, today's reading is going to be Matthew 25-26. Ready kids?

HILARIOUS. What happened to sharing is caring? I ain't talking about the virgins. Lamp oil, duh. I totally thought it'd be like oh the other 5 wise ones had sympathy and gave to the ill prepared. But nope, Jesus kept it mad real. Simple rule, if you're unwise, you're going to get owned. Then we all face palm at you. Well, you more so face palm yourself...because you know, you don't get to lose your virginity now. No I'm joking. Be prepared as much as you can, seek wisdom endlessly. Good rule to live by ;).

Ah, the parable of the old school investors. Simply put, do something with you're money. Have faith and put effort into what you do and you will be rewarded. Lazy people not only pwn their own faces but also those who put their hopes in them. So don't be lazy ;) no one cares if you hurt yourself, but don't hurt others. Anyway, what's interesting is that none of the servants actually made a negative loss AKA stock crash AKA 2009. Would of been interesting to see what the master would do. Would he be forgiving because he saw the intent of making money with faith...or would he claim the servants were foolish? We'll never know.

26 is all about Jesus being psychic and knowing all that's going to happen. Not much thought about it. But what he did was carry through a promise made with God. That's something to keep in mind. Saying never break a promise is easy. Doing it is another story. But we can all strive.

Get the title ;)?

This blog's going to have all things on my mind. Get ready for a wave of wtfbbqsauce.

On a more serious note, get the genius word play on the name? I'll let you figure it out.

Welcome to my mind.