Back in our little house on Second Street, I had many neighbor friends. Our neighbors across the street and around the corner had two children, and had a huge trampoline. One day they decided to upgrade their homeowner’s insurance. The trampoline was a liability or something, so they asked our family to put it in out backyard for a little while.
Enough back story. Another neighbor, around the corner and across the street, came over one day in January of my second grade year, her third grade year and we decided to make some tea and jump on the trampoline. But it was so hot that we iced our tea and laid on the trampoline and made up a song instead of jumping. We wrote down our song, and I found it in my drawer last week. Here’s our marvelous song.
Hot Winter’s Day
By: Ariel and Holly
[both girls]
We’re sitting on the trampoline drinking some on a hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
[girl 1]
Then we see an avocado that we sure want to swallow on this hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
We jump up in the air and put some leaves up there on this hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
But we are sure to fail ‘cause we’re sitting dail on this hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
[girl 2]
We want to jump up and down, try to make a clown of this hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
Then we got a lemon and tried to squeeze it on Evan on a hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
We love this windy air and try to get it up there to blow down the avocado in the tree…
[girl 1]
On this hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
Then as we’re sitting here, things became so clear on this hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do)
We should get a sparrow and use it as an arrow to bring down the avocado in the tree…
[girl 2]
But then we found out that on our troubles’ mount
There was the avocado that had fallen…
[both girls]
As we were sitting on the trampoline drinking some tea on a hot winter’s day (doo doo doo dooooo do oh ya ohooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
There's this guy named C.S. Lewis and he said some pretty cool stuff...
Predestination or free will? How on earth is it one or the other? This excerp from Perelandra is pretty cool. i dont think it clarifies anything nicely, but I agreed with it and wanted to share it...
“He might beg, weep, or rebel – might curse or adore – sing like a martyr or blaspheme like a devil. It made not the slightest difference. The thing was going to be done. There was going to arrive, in the course of time, a moment at which he would have done it. The future act stood there, fixed and unaltered as if he had already preformed it. It was a mere irrelevant detail that it happened to occupy the position we call future instead of that which we call past. The whole struggle was over, and yet there seemed to have been no moment of victory. You might say, if you liked, that the power of choice had been simply set aside and an inflexible destiny substituted for it. On the other hand, you might say that he had delivered from the rhetoric of his passions and had emerged into unassailable freedom. Ransom could not, for the life of him, see any difference between these two statements. Predestination and freedom were apparently identical. He could no longer see any meaning in the many arguments he had heard on the subject.”
– C.S. Lewis PERELANDRA
“He might beg, weep, or rebel – might curse or adore – sing like a martyr or blaspheme like a devil. It made not the slightest difference. The thing was going to be done. There was going to arrive, in the course of time, a moment at which he would have done it. The future act stood there, fixed and unaltered as if he had already preformed it. It was a mere irrelevant detail that it happened to occupy the position we call future instead of that which we call past. The whole struggle was over, and yet there seemed to have been no moment of victory. You might say, if you liked, that the power of choice had been simply set aside and an inflexible destiny substituted for it. On the other hand, you might say that he had delivered from the rhetoric of his passions and had emerged into unassailable freedom. Ransom could not, for the life of him, see any difference between these two statements. Predestination and freedom were apparently identical. He could no longer see any meaning in the many arguments he had heard on the subject.”
– C.S. Lewis PERELANDRA
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thoughts (I was really tempted to add "..from a teenage drama queen" but alas...)
Hello.
I have been given a small bit of a hard time on my blogging inactiveness. The other day I decided to attempt to compose a wonderful, thought provoking post that everyone would love. I did not get very far. In fact I got so not far that the only place i got to was thinking about every single individual thought I was having and then I tried not only to make only sense out of the mess, but concoct coherent blog post. In that I failed. Epic fail. I decided to read a book instead. But I began down a path of thinking. Needless to say, my fruitless thinking got me thinking. How many thoughts do we have a day? What exactly goes on "inside my head"? Some people declare they want to get inside peoples' heads, but I would don’t think I do; at least I don’t want people in my head, nor would I want to be in my head if I was another person. The head is an ugly place, and no amount of hair can hide that fact.
The other day, a couple friends and I went for a run. On this run, one friend began to randomly ask questions like "what do you think of when I say/you look at ______". He filled in the blank with thinks like trees, to creeks, to an assortment of colors and abstract concepts. Every time he would ask the question with a new insert in the blank, my mind would provide an answer. Just like that. Snap your fingers and my mind produced a thought that I did not try to conjure up. As far as I could tell, it just popped in. As my friend kept asking these questions, I began to attempt to trace my thought patterns and consequently became confused. So then we watched a movie and brought our brain functions to a comaish level.
As if that little story was not weird enough for you, the next day at youth group, the youth pastor taught on the subject of subconscious thought. He challenged the group to take inventory of their minds and be conscious of the ego supplying thoughts, feelings and reactions without your conscious mind being aware. You can try this at home, folks. It’s kind of strangely entertaining, revealing, enlightening, convicting and terrifying.
Thank you for bearing with me (if you have gotten this far) I do have a point in all of this. Really I do.
Mark 7:20-22
20 And He said, “What comes out of a man that defiles a man. 21 For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, 22 thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lewdness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness.
This is the ugly head, filled with ugly thoughts (and honestly, gray matter is not that physically attractive, if I do say so myself)
Romans 1:20-22
20 For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, 21 because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Professing to be wise, they became fools.
When God is left out of the equation of thought, not only is it ugly, but it is futile and we become fools. Oh how true I have learned this to be.
2 Corinthians 10:1-6
1 Now I, Paul, myself am pleading with you by the meekness and gentleness of you. 2 But I beg you that when I am present I may not be bold with that confidence by which I intend to be bold against some, who think of us as if we walked according to the flesh. 3 For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. 4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, 5 casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, 6 and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obedience is fulfilled.
Every single thought. Every single one. They all must submit to Christ. Any idea how crazy huge that is? All the “omni-s” of God applied even in your brain.
Our minds never cease to hit us with thoughts, good and bad, wholesome and unwholesome, edifying and destructive. Scarily enough, we are held responsible for them, even if they just “popped in” from nowhere. Jesus says in Matthew 5 that if you even think about a woman wrong, you have committed adultery, and if you think angry thoughts towards a brother, you are guilty of murder. The weight of this has yet to sink in in my life (no, word processor, “in” was not a repeated word), and I have yet to bring my thoughts into captivity. They enjoy their freedom more than I can say. But there is a warrant for their arrest circulating, and God is faithful. That’s right. I just personified my thoughts as criminals. I’ll leave you to think about that one for a while. Let me know what you come up with in your thinkings….
I have been given a small bit of a hard time on my blogging inactiveness. The other day I decided to attempt to compose a wonderful, thought provoking post that everyone would love. I did not get very far. In fact I got so not far that the only place i got to was thinking about every single individual thought I was having and then I tried not only to make only sense out of the mess, but concoct coherent blog post. In that I failed. Epic fail. I decided to read a book instead. But I began down a path of thinking. Needless to say, my fruitless thinking got me thinking. How many thoughts do we have a day? What exactly goes on "inside my head"? Some people declare they want to get inside peoples' heads, but I would don’t think I do; at least I don’t want people in my head, nor would I want to be in my head if I was another person. The head is an ugly place, and no amount of hair can hide that fact.
The other day, a couple friends and I went for a run. On this run, one friend began to randomly ask questions like "what do you think of when I say/you look at ______". He filled in the blank with thinks like trees, to creeks, to an assortment of colors and abstract concepts. Every time he would ask the question with a new insert in the blank, my mind would provide an answer. Just like that. Snap your fingers and my mind produced a thought that I did not try to conjure up. As far as I could tell, it just popped in. As my friend kept asking these questions, I began to attempt to trace my thought patterns and consequently became confused. So then we watched a movie and brought our brain functions to a comaish level.
As if that little story was not weird enough for you, the next day at youth group, the youth pastor taught on the subject of subconscious thought. He challenged the group to take inventory of their minds and be conscious of the ego supplying thoughts, feelings and reactions without your conscious mind being aware. You can try this at home, folks. It’s kind of strangely entertaining, revealing, enlightening, convicting and terrifying.
Thank you for bearing with me (if you have gotten this far) I do have a point in all of this. Really I do.
Mark 7:20-22
20 And He said, “What comes out of a man that defiles a man. 21 For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, 22 thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lewdness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness.
This is the ugly head, filled with ugly thoughts (and honestly, gray matter is not that physically attractive, if I do say so myself)
Romans 1:20-22
20 For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, 21 because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Professing to be wise, they became fools.
When God is left out of the equation of thought, not only is it ugly, but it is futile and we become fools. Oh how true I have learned this to be.
2 Corinthians 10:1-6
1 Now I, Paul, myself am pleading with you by the meekness and gentleness of you. 2 But I beg you that when I am present I may not be bold with that confidence by which I intend to be bold against some, who think of us as if we walked according to the flesh. 3 For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. 4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, 5 casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, 6 and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obedience is fulfilled.
Every single thought. Every single one. They all must submit to Christ. Any idea how crazy huge that is? All the “omni-s” of God applied even in your brain.
Our minds never cease to hit us with thoughts, good and bad, wholesome and unwholesome, edifying and destructive. Scarily enough, we are held responsible for them, even if they just “popped in” from nowhere. Jesus says in Matthew 5 that if you even think about a woman wrong, you have committed adultery, and if you think angry thoughts towards a brother, you are guilty of murder. The weight of this has yet to sink in in my life (no, word processor, “in” was not a repeated word), and I have yet to bring my thoughts into captivity. They enjoy their freedom more than I can say. But there is a warrant for their arrest circulating, and God is faithful. That’s right. I just personified my thoughts as criminals. I’ll leave you to think about that one for a while. Let me know what you come up with in your thinkings….
Monday, April 28, 2008
Ramen
I have heard this song so many times and like only 10 amazingly lucky people in the world have ever stumbled across it, so I thought I had to share it with you. This is a little tune that cracks me up every single time. Some collage friend of my dad, Jeff Zweirs, wrote it. It is a strangely romantic ballad about freeze-dried, sodium enriched instant soup. The song is the most remarkable thing. Actually the whole CD is tremendously, awesomely hilarious…maybe ill post more of his stuff at a later time. This little beauty here is entitled “Ramen”
RAMEN
“Light the stove I need some Ramen
Can u see it written in my eyes?
Light it up cause I’m longingFor a soup freeze-dried
When I see the beautiful Ramen steam, it’s paradise
Rising from a dream from the hot hot springs
In the cool moon light
Every single night, I feel so cold
You know my little heart is covered with snow
I need something warm to fill my soul,
I need tat kind of love, that special kind of love that comes in a bowl
I need some…
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en (2x)
Well I think it’s a mighty big shame when people eat in restaurants
They don’t know the peace and joy of a Ramen meal ambience
When you’re down, just call my name and in 3 minutes I’ll be there
Just make sure the waters boiling and in your kitchen there’s a spare package of…
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en (2x)
Oh poverty is what you need
To understand what it means to be free
Just give everything away, and then you can stay
In my world of Ramen
Until the break of dayAnd we’ll have…
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en (2x)
Ramen in my veins, Ramen on my brain,
Ramen upstairs, Ramen everywhere,
Ramen in the night, Ramen’s so right,
I’m a member of the Ramen Empire.
Chicken, pork or shrimp, I don’t care,
Just want to see that Ramen steam in the air (2x)
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen,
RamRamRamenenenRam-----------enRamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en Ramen…Ramen…Ramen…”
RAMEN
“Light the stove I need some Ramen
Can u see it written in my eyes?
Light it up cause I’m longingFor a soup freeze-dried
When I see the beautiful Ramen steam, it’s paradise
Rising from a dream from the hot hot springs
In the cool moon light
Every single night, I feel so cold
You know my little heart is covered with snow
I need something warm to fill my soul,
I need tat kind of love, that special kind of love that comes in a bowl
I need some…
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en (2x)
Well I think it’s a mighty big shame when people eat in restaurants
They don’t know the peace and joy of a Ramen meal ambience
When you’re down, just call my name and in 3 minutes I’ll be there
Just make sure the waters boiling and in your kitchen there’s a spare package of…
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en (2x)
Oh poverty is what you need
To understand what it means to be free
Just give everything away, and then you can stay
In my world of Ramen
Until the break of dayAnd we’ll have…
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en (2x)
Ramen in my veins, Ramen on my brain,
Ramen upstairs, Ramen everywhere,
Ramen in the night, Ramen’s so right,
I’m a member of the Ramen Empire.
Chicken, pork or shrimp, I don’t care,
Just want to see that Ramen steam in the air (2x)
RamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen,
RamRamRamenenenRam-----------enRamRamRamenenen RamRamRamen, RamRamRamenenenRam-----------en Ramen…Ramen…Ramen…”
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Adam and Eve...in all their sinful glory?
Ok, so this was the status message of a friend of mine one day: "Here's a strange thought, without Adam and Eve having sinned, we wouldn't be able to go to heaven. Because with sin, came death. And without dying, there'd be nowhere to go. Strange thought...what're yours?" The statements made did not agree with my theology one bit, and I wanted to tell him so, but I haven’t had time to compose concrete facts and evidences against his "strange thought" and why it is so off kilter. I thought that I would put it out there rally the help of my troops to help me come up with a counter to this statement. Please let me know your view, opinion, thought and conclusion on this here item of business. I will be forever indebted =D
Monday, April 7, 2008
Touché
Touché - “To acknowledge a hit in fencing or the success of an argument, an accusation or witty point.”
A friend of mine, whose mind is placed on a very profound and philosophical thought track, randomly brought up a question in conversation the other day: “can you touché yourself?” This question was gently glossed over and the conversation went on without acknowledgement of the question, but I personally haven’t glossed over it. It hit home to hard. Please comfort me and tell me I am not the only one who can present a perfectly valid argument, and not 10 minutes later lose that argument to myself. It’s like I can debate myself in circles and poke holes in every thought, answering my questions with answers that bring up questions that I have answered and then those questions and answers which are still in question, and let us not forget those questions that have no answer and those perfectly sagacious answers which have no question. I find it rather exasperating to say the least. Especially when this questioning thing is brought into matters of spiritual nature, when I pursue an answer that will never be found in our finite minds, it tends to give birth to doubt, which is not…good. If I have lost you, then I present my humblest apologies, but I for one know exactly what I am talking about. This post as a whole I would “touché”, but I thought I would put it out there for rumination.
Touché - “To acknowledge a hit in fencing or the success of an argument, an accusation or witty point
A friend of mine, whose mind is placed on a very profound and philosophical thought track, randomly brought up a question in conversation the other day: “can you touché yourself?” This question was gently glossed over and the conversation went on without acknowledgement of the question, but I personally haven’t glossed over it. It hit home to hard. Please comfort me and tell me I am not the only one who can present a perfectly valid argument, and not 10 minutes later lose that argument to myself. It’s like I can debate myself in circles and poke holes in every thought, answering my questions with answers that bring up questions that I have answered and then those questions and answers which are still in question, and let us not forget those questions that have no answer and those perfectly sagacious answers which have no question. I find it rather exasperating to say the least.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
*Notice -- Disclaimer
My therapist says I need to talk more. For the record i am rather talkative and somtimes rather boisterious with those i call friends. All the same in attempt to please her, I decided to construct a blog so could evade verbally expressing myself yet still obtain partial favor in her eyes. I will try my best to let my conjured up paltry posts make this far , as I tend to argue, contradict, gainsay and negate my thoughts until they are pointless in my mind to share. I do not claim to have insight or knowledge of or on such matters I banter about. Anything profound or helpful that results is a testimony to my Almighty Creator working through a jar of clay, a loaf of unsliced bread. Also, I would like to add that I enjoy discussion, conversation and tête-à-tête and do not want to type your ears off, so please leave comments and such, for the sake of my mental health
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