so i’ve been reading a lot lately. last week i knocked out velvet elvis by rob bell and this week i’m reading sex god by him. the thing i like most about rob bell is that he gets me thinking. i don’t agree with everything he says but he mentions something, sometimes even in passing, that gets my mind going and gets me thinking about stuff that i’ve never thought of before or gets me thinking about something in a different way than i have before. in one chapter (which was awesomely titled “leather, whips, and fruit”) he was talking about lust. he wasn’t talking about it in the sexual form necessarily although that was part of it. he was talking about addictions and wanting to have something so bad that you needed it. he wrote: “what started out as freedom can quickly become slavery. often freedom is seen as…

the simple fact that i’m writing this today is proof enough that i’ve taken a david wheeler class at liberty. if you’ve had him, you’ll laugh because once you read this, it sounds like it could come from him. if you have no clue who i’m talking about then, well, ignore this entire paragraph. i never, ever, want to hear anyone say they never have opportunities to plant a god seed ever again. one thing i’ve been doing lately is looking for opportunities to just plant a seed. maybe i’ll get the chance to actually go into the gospel with someone, but if not, i want to plant a seed and start talking about god and jesus and church and all of that in some way. i know that simple conversations with one person can lead to complex conversations with someone else. if that someone else is me, awesome. if…

i’ve said this twice in the last three posts, but sorry for not writing much. i had an old testament intensive last week that basically took over my life. i have two weeks now to actually rest and relax before camp starts up at the end of the month. hopefully i’ll be able to write pretty consistently. one of the things i have written about a ton on here is about how much i’ve been changing lately. i was tempted to do a “holy crap i’ve been graduated a year, let’s see how much things have changed” post but figured that would be a bit much so i didn’t. i’m making a conscious effort to spread things around a little bit because even i get bored with that. this whole thing is supposed to be about my story of growing up and here lately it’s taken on an interesting twist.…

call me weird, call me not normal, call me whatever you want, but i like driving. i don’t know why, but i do. i do it quite a bit too. whether it’s working with dad driving at least 100 miles whenever i work with him, driving home, driving to games, or whatever – i just like it. driving is a time where you can do a lot of things. i don’t put make up on or shave or anything like that, but i do all the other things. it’s when i listen to music way too loud. i catch up on church services that i’ve missed because i was out of town. i pray. a lot. i think even more. my freshman year of college at surry community college i had an english professor that told us to take the last thirty minutes of class, go somewhere on campus, watch…

so i haven’t been able to write nearly as much as i’ve wanted to lately. with finals and everything, i think i pumped out 55 pages of papers in two weeks. strangely, some of them were even fun. even stranger, i’ve had people ask me when i was going to write something new for on here. that shocked the crap out of me and was a big time thrill. i just wanna make sure i say thank you to the people reading this. i find out about more people all of the time and it’s completely awesome. thanks a ton to you guys. it means a lot to me. i know that’s cliche’d, but it’s the truth. with finals being over, and having a few days before my intensive starts next week, i decided to come home for a few days. right now, as i write this, i’m sitting in…

i got my haircut today, and it gave me something to write about. wait, what? do we have to read about your frickin hair cut? uh, no. i went to high school with the girl that cuts my hair here in lynchburg (who, by the way, is absolutely amazing). i’ve known her since seventh grade. we were in the wind ensemble in band together (told ya i’m a nerd). anyways, after i got my hair cut i sat and talked with her for probably a good 30-45 minutes just about stuff from home. we talked about people we knew and what they were doing, about how we both missed the dairi-o and mi pueblo, and all kinds of stuff. i spent twice as much time talking to her about king as i did getting my hair cut. and quite frankly, i loved every second of it. on july 1, 2005,…

i hadn’t planned on writing anything tonight. there wasn’t really anything to write about really. i’ve had a great day. had some fun with some friends, ate some good food, went to a great church service, and now i’m here. here is on my deck, with the laptop, a cherry dr. pepper, and pandora playing good music. then something hit me. this is awesome. sometimes i’m so focused on what the future holds and growing up and all of these other things that i stop to sit back and enjoy the moment. it’s 73 degrees out here. there’s barely any humidity. i’m barefoot in shorts and a t-shirt. i can lean back in this chair and look up and see a million stars. i hear the highway. i’m pretty sure i’ll hear a train here soon. i’ve been pretty diligent getting my work done and have no reason to stress…

i saw a picture today that made me laugh but at the same time reminded me about how much certain things annoy me. the picture was of a girl who had been drinking curled up over a toilet throwing up. that’s a normal college picture, right? right. well, the thing that made it not normal is that on her back she had a tattoo of a cross and the words matthew 5:13-16. the irony was funny, but the truth was pretty upsetting. it’s hard to be the “light of the world” or “a city set on a hill that cannot be hidden” or to “let your light shine before others” when you’re bent over a toilet puking from drinking too much. one thing i’ve learned over the years and reminded of lately is that speaking the truth will offend people. i want people to like me, i really do. it’s…

first off, credit evan taylor with the title of this post. check his stuff out at thelouder.wordpress.com. now, onto what i planned on writing about. normally when i write on here, it’s because i have figured something out that i think other people could use. i try to be somewhat motivational and try to relay things that could help you guys out. this entry is a little different. i don’t have things figured out on this one. i really have no clue whatsoever. last week i found out that my boss just assumed i wouldn’t be coming back to work at football in the fall. because of that, he hired someone to basically take my place and take my job. once he finally asked if i was coming back and found out i never once had intentions not to be there in the fall, he kind of started scrambling to…