Marissa Dale

now writing at —> catchingaugust.wordpress.com

Run For Your Life

Like so many others, I love to run. There are not many other things I would rather do. Some of my best pastimes have been while I’m treading dirt up from under my kicks. Along the Atlantic Ocean, on trails here in rugged Colorado, through the Kowloon district in Hong Kong, around villages in southern Mexico. My favorite running spot still stands as the dusty back roads near my grandparent’s house off the Indian River Bay. There, I end my runs on their long pier…and then just sit…and think…and talk to the Father.

Seawinds Pier - summer '08

Like Elle Woods says, “Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy.” This is probably the scientific reason that I love that adrenaline rush from pushing my muscles to their maximum capacity. Oh, and you can’t forget the elements . . . dirt (as I already mentioned), puddles, aromas of wild flowers and weeds in the warmer months, little (or big) four-legged creatures, birds, insects, and the list goes on. I like nature. I never cease to be fascinated with places I’ve seen a million and one times over. Combine God’s glorious creation and that adrenaline rush with a massive storm and you have yourself a true adventure in the making.

A couple days ago, I was out for a six-mile run on the Air Force portion of the Santa Fe Trail. The 60-degree weather was perfection, although I was still sweating quite a bit. There were dark clouds all over the mountains. I was running straight toward the mountains. A quick three miles in and another three out, I was sure I could make it.

A little past where I began my run - just add the black skies...

The thunderous clouds and I were approaching each other. I gave a little, they gave a lot. Behind me was the epitome of sunshine. It felt incredibly daring of me to leave the safe place. I kept going, for I knew I would be okay. I don’t mind a little rain and being struck by lightning would be a cool way to die. KIDDING.

Ok, it was getting scary. I know, I know…it was only a storm. But you should’ve seen this thing! And the contrast between the bright, practically cloudless skies in the East was horrifying. It was straight out of The Shining. I’ve never seen The Shining. Is it even scary? Think of another scary movie…like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang…

I finally reached my halfway point under a bridge and turned around as fast as I do flip turns in the water…only I didn’t flip. Oh, wait…I can’t do a flip turn… But be assured that it was a quick turnaround. From there, I ran the fastest I’ve run in years (probably since my senior year of high school). It was so great. The entire way back, I knew the horror was behind me and still approaching, but I was running toward that glorious light and that made all the difference.

I am about to go into some of the darkest places in the eastern world. I am headed to destinations where there are millions of gods made of gold, dirt, and even plastic. There will be people filled with the most horrific motive of selling other people’s bodies for cash. There will be children with amputated limbs on street corners. I’ve only heard the stories of these countries. I am about to see. I will be venturing into the dark, and the light will be there as well…right with me. Yes, I will see evil, but as 1 John 5:18 reads, “…he who was born of God protects him, and the evil one does not touch him.” Though I sometimes get frightened of the prospect of this trip, I can’t wait. I was born to do this – go into dark places and proclaim the Light. I was born to do this on my runs in the foothills of the rockies, back in the drug-infested bathrooms in high school, at the restaurant where I work…and in the third world.

So, that’s the story. Epic? Yeah…for me. Guess you had to be there alongside me!

Alrighty, I am off for a little run downtown in the rain. Gotta get back into that high school shape!

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By His Spirit

” Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the LORD of hosts.” – Zech. 4:6

The old apartment was smaller than my bedroom. A sofa that held three. A twin size mattress against another wall sufficed as another couch. Everyone else sat on the floor. There were about 12 of us plus a few kids running around. As if it wasn’t hot enough, we began in some worship in Hindi, Nepali, and English to work up a little more of a sweat. Then Pastor J brought the Word – Mark 4 – The Parable of the Sower.  Hungry as ever, everyone listened…all the Nepali refugees who have recently arrived to Denver. Most recently, they were refugees in Bhutan. They were persecuted by the king for being Hindu, as Bhutan is devoutly Buddhist.

So they came to America. Others of them are in Denmark, Norway, Australia, and a few other countries. They are fleeing by the thousands. Fifty more are expected to arrive in Denver within the week. Anyway, there is now a church in Denver. There were 6 or 7 at the initial meeting. Now there are close to 70 attending on any given Sunday. It began 2 months ago. These people have known Jesus for very little time, but are growing at a rapid rate.

After the teaching, we prayed. Pastor J, his wife, my friend Astrid and I prayed for the people who were standing in a circle. Everyone was praying…in their own language or in tongues…there was so much happening. People were falling to the floor. People were crying. I knew the Spirit was about to do something. We saw healing in a man’s knees. He could now walk.

I hadn’t experienced anything like this since…….I can’t even remember when. It’s been a few years. The crazy thing is that these people have never been to church. They don’t know how things “work.” I mean, how does one know how to fall to their knees and lift up their hands without having ever seen another Christian? Astrid mentioned this on our car ride back to the Springs. They are simply moved by the Spirit of God.

It was there. He was there. God. My Father. He revealed Himself. My faith is increased.

These people…they’re such a unique group. Nepali in origin…refugees in Bhutan…displaced yet again in Colorado?! Now they know Jesus.

I was convicted of many things tonight. My life gained direction yet again. I have purpose…to follow God. Even if I don’t have money. I was reminded of Acts 3:6 where Peter says, “I do not possess silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you…” and the beggar was healed. God told me other things as well.

The last thing I will say is that I am done with knowledge. I think that’s a pretty blunt thing to flat-out say. But, I am done with knowledge in the sense that I don’t think it’s as important as I once thought. I am surrounded by intelligent people. They truly are intelligent, as they are well-versed in theological topics and ministerial systems. Heck I am fairly well-versed in these things. I long to lean more on the Father, who is the Spirit and less on my knowledge. “Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” 2 Corinthians 3:17

So after the long time of prayer, we ate. Then they dumped seconds on our plates. I felt like I was back ministering at that prison on an island off of China. Only this wasn’t snake soup. I will take spicy over snake any day. They have nothing. They gave us everything.

I was blessed tonight. If I’ve ever experienced anything like the believers in Acts 2, it was tonight. God is almighty.

Jeremiah 20:9 says, “…his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.” This is my prayer. My prayer not only for myself, but for these Nepali people, my family, my friends, and all the believers I meet.

East Coast, you’re great.

Ok, I really do love Colorado. I’m just in a reminiscent mood…mostly because I’m craving real pizza. Here’s why you’re great, East Coast…

1. Yes, you greasy, perfect, thin crust NY/Jersey stuff crafted by real Italians. Come to me!

2. Italians.

3. WaWa. I’m still trying to figure out where to buy milk around here w/o going into a grocery store or Walmart.

4. Catholics.

5. Cool kids in their Mustangs/Hondas…vs. the Subarus/Jeeps out here.

6. Seagulls and salty humid air and Boardwalk Fries and short beaches with terrible undertows.

7. Seafood, seafood, seafood.

8. Sea level = faster running.

9. So many more crickets and frogs. I like the sound of you at night.

10. You’re gangster. Even all you white folk. You’re just preppy gangsters. And I love you…even though I never did fit in with you.

11. So much history! Monuments/historical markings everywhere!

12. Rita’s!

13. You are green.

14. Nor’easters. Thunderstorms and raging oceans are an epic combination.

15. Fall leaves in Lancaster, Shenandoah and everywhere else.

16. Old Bay.

17. You are so incredibly passionate about your sports teams. FACT.

18. You’re pretty liberal. I guess the West Coast is too, but I miss this about you.

19. The people are primarily rude. Good thing about this is that they usually mind their own business and worry about themselves…unless they’re looking for a fight in a convenience store at 2 in the morning.

20. Gimme some pizza.

Faithful

There is so much change. There is so much uncertainty. I don’t know where I’m headed. I don’t know what I’m doing.

I could list the things that weigh me down with this confusion, fear, regret, etc. Pointless. I have things; you have things.

These things. This confusion. This indirection.

I logically try to figure out my next move, but my logic fails me . . . every time.

What will my life be?

What do I want it to be?

What God wants it to be.

What He wants it to be.

Crazy how quickly I forget. He is faithful. I’ve screwed up. Maybe I haven’t completely set myself up for “success.” Maybe I don’t even know what I want, but I’m kind of glad. This makes me more rely on Him – keep my eyes forward – on the Prize.

So, THIS day, I will look to Him. I want His voice to be louder than the voices I hear in my head and the ones surrounding. I pray that He will be my filter. I am so small. I am ecstatic I have someone to rely upon. Jesus never fails me. My love for Him grows in these times. I will rise because He who is in me is greater.

There is clarity. There is direction.

It is to love God. It is to make the most of every opportunity. It is to care for the poor. It is worship God forever.

I have it GREAT. My life is filled with hope and peace. I want everyone to know this Greatness. I will rise. He is faithful. He never changes. This faithfulness will never cease to amaze this insignificant person.

Faithful – Shawn McDonald

Humbled once again. I don’t deserve this grace and LOVE, yet he pours it out again. He has never stopped the flow.

– – – – I think I just blogged what should be a journal entry.

Paper Cranes and Little Ones

Let me first preface this blog with the happenings of last night. Yesterday was my friend’s birthday. She randomly scouted out a place called Shuga\’s Restaurant/Bar downtown in a residential area. This place was beyond fantastic. Hundreds of origami birds from the ceiling, other random art, Coldplay (but better) playing, Brazilian coconut shrimp (or something to that effect) soup, and some great imported beers. Ok, it was straight up hipster. The other girls and I agree that this is our new favorite establishment. We discussed the routine topics last night- what is happening in our lives, recent films we have seen, summer plans, and parenting…

I’m not quite positive how the topic of parenting came about. We’re all in our early-mid twenties and none of us have kids. One of my friends was adamant on the idea of not allowing her kids to have a Nintendo DS. I agreed and said that I was going to send my kids outside and not allow them to come in until I gave them the word (my mom did this with me). If they are thirsty, they will have to drink out of the hose. I think we’re going to be stellar parents.

HA! Parenting scares me. I’m pretty sure I’m a little ways off, but I still don’t think I’ll be ready when the day rolls around…if it in fact does! The responsibility of steering and training a life is tremendous! Gosh, I can’t even keep myself straight. Enough on that. I know, I know… I’ve heard time and again and believe that kids are a true blessing from the Lord.

“Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?
the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
with your quivers full of children!”
– – Psalm 127:3-4 (The Message)

………epic.

Anyway, I suppose I don’t have to figure out my parenting techniques now; for I am 23 and SINGLE. But, I found myself pondering certain things. Nothing wrong with that, right? I don’t think so.

On Technology – I like technology. I like it quite a bit, actually. So maybe this is an oxymoron, but part of me would want to mostly prohibit avenues such as TV, DS, Wii, Playstation, X-box, Webkinz, etc. None of my childhood memories were filled with these things (besides a little television – – PBS!) and I’m pretty glad I wasn’t born even a decade later! I couldn’t imagine having texted in junior high or watching Boy Meets World on my personal device while sitting in a restaurant with my family. My sister and I built teepees in the woods, directed neighborhood productions in our basement, made crappy greeting cards to sell to our poor neighbors, and drew a hop-scotch that reached to the thousands. My personal favorite was searching for “pets” such as caterpillars, turtles, frogs, snails, and grasshoppers. My parents were always generous to let me keep them. My best find was our stray dog, Rosie. : ) Then again though, technology IS how our world functions. I think that kids should be exposed to it…but maybe just in small doses. I mean, they would be in for a harsh shock otherwise. Pretty sure that most folks would agree with me. So, yeah…I think I’d say “no” to the DS as well.

On Rules- Personally, I think my parents did a great job with boundaries and limits regarding what my siblings and I could and could not do at certain ages. Some of my friend’s parents didn’t care enough about what their kids did while others didn’t allow them to pass their mailboxes. This is a subjective topic of course, for what if one lives in a raunchy area? Protection vs. overprotection…such a touchy subject. I hope that I can be like my parents in that they gave us liberal guidelines. We could go where we wanted for the most part, but they had to know where we were. SIDENOTE: I would want my kids (if I have kids) to fall while climbing up trees and catch a cold from making mud pies in the rain. Please Lord, let me never prohibit stuff like that on a regular basis. I suppose this more correlates with my previous paragraph, but I really don’t want to be overprotective.  …END soapbox. Pretty cool that my ‘rents never had to give any of the three of us a curfew when we reached our teenage years. I think this was the result of good boundaries from the start – like age 5! Of course, some things didn’t seem fair – like not being allowed to watch Titanic when it first came out.

On Media – I suppose by “media” I mean books, movies, tv programs, internet sites, etc. Now, I don’t want to get into a Harry Potter or Twilight debate (although I’m not keen on either). This is touchy…even for myself. I want to honor God with what I watch, read, and take in overall. Music has been a huge grey area for me that I am definitely trying to make more black and white. I guess a huge issue with kids stuff is magic-type stuff. Magic is witchcraft and witchcraft is definitely not from God. Will I let my kids watch Disney movies. Yeah, I think so. : ) It’s tough – to not be legalistic, yet stay true to honor our creator. I think it’s more difficult now than it was in the 90’s. I don’t remember too much controversial stuff back then. Or maybe my parents secretly kept me from it. Muahahah.

“Write these commandments that I’ve given you today on your hearts. Get them inside of you and then get them inside your children. Talk about them wherever you are, sitting at home or walking in the street; talk about them from the time you get up in the morning to when you fall into bed at night. Tie them on your hands and foreheads as a reminder; inscribe them on the doorposts of your homes and on your city gates.”

– – Deuteronomy 6:6-9 (The Message)

Alrighty, there you have it…just a FEW thoughts that have unraveled in my mind. They aren’t totally thought out, and therefore comments are SUPER welcomed!

dreamlife

17″In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophecy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. 18Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophecy. 19I will show wonders in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke. 20The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord. 21And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” -Acts 2:17-21

Recently (as within the past few weeks), I have heard accounts of numerous friend’s dreams. These aren’t normal dreams… Ok right, so dreams are usually quite idiosyncratic, BUT these dreams that I’ve heard as of late are more than that. I am trying to think back to Mr. Lohman’s AP Psychology class my senior year of high school…not working. I could get all psychological, but I don’t think it would do any service to what I’m trying to portray.

In high school, I had a dream that Britney Spears did a show at the golf course down the street from my house. There were fireworks at the end. …THAT would never happen. When I was about seven, I had a dream about elephants at the park. I kept wondering why the elephants were so big. Then, the wicked witch chased me down a winding staircase with graffiti-coated cement walls. About a month ago, I had a dream that I got married. Yes, married. That gave me a fright. I didn’t even know who I was marrying. I was happy in my dream, though…

With all this to say, my friends aren’t having dreams such as these. Their dreams seem to hold underlying meaning, symbolism, depth, war, triumph, and beauty. They are more than a wacky story. Truth is, I have had a few of these dreams as of late also. Interestingly, all of the dreams seem to have one thing in common – some sort of war waging. In my dreams, there is a problem…a problem that could result in destruction. This problem is lingering. There is a victory in the distance, but it has not come to completion. The war still carries on. I am not Daniel, but I would like to interpret these dreams. Not really. I mean, I just want to know what they mean in relation to my life; my story.

Although most of these dreams are unclear, I have so much excitement and expectation. These people seek God. These dreams MUST mean something. I am praying about all of this…talking to Him about it a lot. I hope I don’t sound crazy. Actually, I don’t care if I do. The Lord generously gives wisdom and understanding to all who ask. He will show us all in due time, friends. He always delivers on time…His time.

keep dreaming . . . keep serving . . . keep loving . . .

 

As our hearts lay sleeping,
As our bodies rest,
The Heavens open up for us.
Put down your weapon, child,
And close your eyes,
Because you and your enemies
Are innocent tonight.

I never wanted you,
I never wanted you to go.

There’s a voice inside your soul
That resonates through your skin and bone,
Up through the blades of grass,
Underneath the feet of God’s only son.
The war that you’re fighting
Has already been won.

I just want to survive with you by my side.
With you by my side, I just want to survive.

Crooked mouth, quiet down.
Let your fists come undone.
Miscarried love will be reborn.
When we sleep,
The devil’s arms are tied.

The war that we’re fighting
Has already been won…

I never wanted this,
I never wanted this to go away.
I never wanted this,
I never asked for it,
I never meant to let it go.

I just want to survive with you by my side.
With you by my side, I just want to survive.

Behind Schedule

I never did anything for New Years in the resolution department. I feel lost, so I’ll jot down a few. I suppose that by posting my intentions for the world to see, I believe there might be a higher probability that I will at least conquer some!

1. Graduate from Bible school. Will be done soon if I continue to kick butt. Stoked.

2. Pay off the vehicle. A bit of a stretch. Might have to give up a few double coffee shots.

2. Take piano lessons. Dream since I was 12. This could be the year.

3. Set a new PR 5k time. Set my PR at age 17 when I was in the best shape of my life. Running in the morning!

4. Get involved in an organization/movement I’m passionate about. Going to LCHT in Denver on Sat. for volunteer training session.

5. Bike the entire Santa Fe Trail. Don’t worry, it’s only 30 miles.

6. Obtain an easel and paint some amateur pictures. My grandmother is an artist. Maybe I’m one too. I’ve had the itch to paint recently!

7. Read…a lot. My book list is disclosed elsewhere.

8. Summit 3 more 14ers. Want to come?!

9. See the Phils play in Denver! Doing so with my dad would be even more excellent…we’ll see!

10. See the ocean from atop a mountain (if this is possible) on the West Coast. Nor Cal in June, probably!

11. Memorize the book of John. Woah…is this obtainable?! I think so. Brother Yun did it.

12. Get a real job. Oh, wait…that probably won’t happen until next year. Going on a 4-month mission trip to Asia beginning September. Come January, I could be back in Colorado Springs. Or, I could be in D.C. Or, I could be in Topeka. Nothing is set for next year (in my mind…only God’s) and this is why I love my life. 🙂

I’m pretty sure this is enough. I have more things of course…more personal things such as strengths and weaknesses I want to work on, intimacy I want to develop with the Lord, and people I want to build relationships with. Here’s to 9 more great months in this glorious year!

MLD

Don’t Snap Your Fingers

Here are some do’s and don’ts for eating out. Please take this stuff to heart! I may not be well-versed in many things, but I’ve been serving for over three years and have a good idea how this stuff goes. Pay attention for the sake of myself, my co-workers, and every other server.

Things We Very Much Dislike:

1. When you leave a business card, religious tract, or Avon catalogue along with a bad tip. Even worse is when this replaces the cash. No bueno.

2. When you rip up straw wrappers into 294 pieces. Feel free to rip, but please discard appropriately.

3. When you interrupt us while we are introducing ourselves or talking about featured menu items. Trust me, we know you want a water with lemon (72% of you do). Please just let us do our job.

4. When you get frustrated with us if your food takes a long time. In most cases, this is the kitchen’s fault. Common sense…

5. When you take forever to order. Take as long as you like to make a decision, but please don’t make us wait at your table. We more than likely have other guests to tend to. We would love to come back in a few moments.

6. When you snap your fingers to get our attention or tap your glass when as we walk by when you want a refill. Excuse me works great!

7. When you remain at your table far after you are finished eating. Servers have sections that usually contain five or six tables. When you remain at yours for the entire lunch rush, you are more than likely cheating us out of a few additional tips. Always gauge this though… If the restaurant is not extremely busy, it might be okay. If this is the case, make sure you make a point to settle up on the bill completely. You might be the only thing between the server and their clock-out time. Otherwise, if the restaurant is busy, relocate to a coffee shop. That’s what they’re for.

8. When you don’t tip well and we know we did at least a satisfactory job. We get paid $4.00 an hour (in Colorado). I got paid $2.00 an hour when I lived in Delaware! We work for about four hours each shift. We give a decent percentage to the host, busser, and bartender at the end of the night. We also get ranked and scheduled according to our tip percentages. I could write an entire blog on tipping. 20% is the standard nowadays, in case you weren’t aware. Yeah…leave a girl a tip. : )

Things We Love:

1. When you ask our opinion/what our favorite menu items are.

2. When you remember our name and say it a few times throughout the meal.

3. When you make at least occasional eye contact while we are going through our sometimes lengthy suggestive selling spiels.

4. When you make your kids order their own food and use their manners. I like this at least. : ) Shows you are a respectable person.

5. When you write “thank you!” on the bill. Smiley faces are an added bonus. Oh, and telling us works too. : )

6.  When you are ready for us to take your bill back from you and you make it evident. Ex: closed book at the edge of the table. upright with the credit card sticking out. We hate to interrupt your conversation to ask for payment. Making it clear is easier all the way around.

7. When you are not the one who is paying and you slip us a few extra dollars. Are you out to eat with your grandparents? Most elderly people and foreigners tip extremely low.

8. When you ask to be seated in our section at your next visit! We like regulars.

Overall, just be kind/respectable! If you are nice, but slip up on a few restaurant etiquette commonalities, we will more than likely still like you and have a super shift! Heck, we slip up too, of course. I forget refills, sides of salsa, extra lemon, and your military discount. Anyway, know that YOU have the power to make or break our workday.

Me…a Democrat?

No, I don’t  think so. But maybe I am more so than I originally thought. I’ve been trying to figure out my political “affiliation” as of late. I am finding it to be near impossible . . . finding flaws as well as  verity in every party (sort of like every Christian denomination). I still think it’s impossible for me to come to this conclusion.

Before I delve any further in my thoughts, let me say that this is still the birth of my interest/examination of the political realm. Just in case I say anything…..stupid.

Yeah, I thought I was mostly conservative until two things happened. First, I read the book, “In God We Trust” by various authors. Second, I hiked Red Rocks Canyon with a good friend. We conversed about politics a great deal. Reading and discussing. Always good places to start, I suppose.

…..all quotes in this post will be taken from the book stated above.

Education. Economy. Gay Rights. Illegal Immigrants. Death Penalty. Environment. Church/State. Tax Reform…

I couldn’t tell you where I stand on every one of these issues. I will work them out as time lives on. Whether the inclination is to the left, to the right, or somewhere down the middle, I ultimately desire to align all my convictions by the Word. Sometimes it’s tough to decipher certain things with these issues.

In a chapter on religious lobbying, Hofrenning states, “…conservative lobbyists avoid economic concerns and focus on other moral issues.” He later gives mention of Mainline Protestant groups sharing a liberal agenda…”All lobby for increased aid to the poor; most lobby for a less militaristic foreign policy.” I guess I concur. On our blistery, snowy hike last week, my friend straight up called me socially liberal. I was distraught to begin with, but after some thought I realized that it was truer than I know. I care about justice a lot. I don’t want our nation to be that of the socialist type though. I suppose I think the church should get more involved in helping the homeless, the foster kids, the single moms…

I haven’t come to many conclusions, but in the last chapter of “In God We Trust?” titled, “Christian Commitment and American Political Life, I came to a few. “Christians ought not to act like just another interest group out to defend their self -interests. Christians ought to be just as concerned for the rights and the welfare of their Jewish, Islamic, or non-believing neighbors as they are for their own.” (Monsma) “One’s vote should not be governed by whether or not one is better of economically than he or she was before. The proper question relates to the common good: Is society as a whole more just?” (Monsma) God himself said in Deuteronomy 16:18, “Appoint judges and officials for each of your tribes in every town the Lord your God is giving you, and they shall judge the people fairly. 19Do not pervert justice or show partiality. …20Follow justice and justice alone, so that you may live and possess the land the Lord your God is giving you.” There you have it. These are my few conclusions that boil down to justice and the common good.

Another thing: I despise jokes/cracks on our leaders. I really can’t stand when people  make cracks on our current president. I think it’s one of the worst things a person can do. It shouldn’t matter if you don’t agree with his policies or think that he isn’t  fit/experienced/motivated enough to be our leader. He is in office. It’s a fact. There is nothing you can do about this fact. Respect him. You know what Paul told the Roman Christians, “Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established.” -Romans 13:1  Since I was in high school, I have carried the following mentality: Don’t disrespect your opposing views so cruelly; rather uplift your believed views with dignity. I’m not implying that one should never stand up for what they think to be right; just go about it the right way. I have been guilty of this. No bueno.

I’m sick of conservatives who strive for a state of religion, tradition, and the right to bear arms. I’m sick of liberals who are about  free-thinking, expressing themselves, and saving the Finnish striped angel fish. I’m sick of moderates who are fiscally conservative and socially liberal. I’m sick of myself. As a follower of Christ, I want to follow him – not a party or a way of thinking.

Psalm 72:1-2 – “Endow the king with your justice, O God, the royal son with your righteousness. He will judge your people in righteousness, your afflicted ones with justice.”

Blogging: Why I Struggle

Well, you could most definitely call me an inconsistent blogger. My posts are few and far between. I have this urge to write/blog more frequently, but fail to do so for a few valid(?) reasons:

1. I have homework. Since I am finishing up my last semester, I always have pending work to be completed. I feel guilty if I blog before writing my paper on New Testament covenants.

2. There are so many topics/blog ideas that flood my mind. I can’t just choose one. I get overwhelmed and put it off.

3. I struggle to differentiate my journal entries from things I wish to share with the public. I guess this shouldn’t be that confusing.

4. I don’t feel educated enough. The things I want to write about, I am not an expert in. Why would someone want to read half-fact stuff? Maybe I should just stick with the journal.

I’ve been grappling with these immature thoughts for a good while now. Last week though, I stumbled upon Jeff Goin’s blog on “The Discipline of Blogging.” I follow Jeff on twitter and have found many of his previous blogs helpful. Discipline of Blogging Side note: I believe that joining twitter is one of the best things anyone could do within the social networking realm. Maybe I will blog on this someday. Anyway, Jeff also has NUMEROUS other posts re: writing/blogging. Scope his site out; it’s fantastic.

With all this said, I want to make an extremely late New Year’s Resolution to blog. I want to blog more consistently. I want to blog  with more purpose…whether that purpose is super spiritual, or about how to most effectively switch out your Jeep hard top for the soft top.

I like to write. Not only do I like to write, I see myself doing it in some fashion for the remainder of my years. We’ll see.

That’s all I’ve got. I am going to shoot for one blog each week. Trust me, this is a lot.