the Way, the Truth, and the Life

I'll tell you what, postmodern can go find a better way of going about things. Since I have been introduced to this open minded type of a Christian, I realized something right from the start. These people are just a 'type' of person who has always existed, it is just that they never knew fully how to get some organization together and 'break away.' I know these are some over generalized statements and what not, but I know for sure that it is more so personality traits that we are dealing with. But I came across a blog the other day that I did not like. I mean, I liked what the purpose of it was, but not how it went about describing it. Actually when it ended there was no resolve to it. It was bringing up problems with the evangelical church. This blog brought up the dis-connection the author felt between the evangelical Church and them. That is great and all, and I most likely would have hoot and hollered about what was said at least a month ago, but I have changed....

When one goes to the beach, they are looking for a way to get out and relax. That's where I went to the other day, about a 5 mile journey on my bike. Unless I move to some other body of water later in life, I better not take this for granted. The beauty of the beach stretches not only the length of it, but also how deep the lake seems to go on forever. Just staring out there can mesmerize anyone, anyone who wants to look out and find beauty. It is pretty amazing that we look out and admire something that we are not even designed to enter, I mean with the h2o thing and all that we can't breath in. We admire it because it is somewhere that we can go, but not often. We can go in the water, but not for long. It is something that is hard to adapt to, but the sea is something that we are drawn to almost instinctively. But we aren't drawn to people who talk to themselves. Out loud. In public. A bum is one thing, he might grumble a couple of times, might even try to ask you for som...

Goose bumps are quite wonderful. These funny little things that sprout out of our skin gives us a wonderful feeling. I get them every time I feel overwhelmed with true spirit, an event that stimulates me and makes me feel alive. Goose bumps are great indicators of being alive. For this, I could only think of these little things as emotionally related things. Sure when you get cold they sprout out, but more often they come out for me whenever I fell over joyed. Now they are under attack. I read in a recent Time magazine an article about intelligent design v.s. evolution, more specifically whether or not intelligent design should be allowed to be taught in classrooms. In it a psychologist who advocates evolution claims that goose bumps are the by-product of evolution. He says that they are still with us because back in the day we had fur all over our bodies, and when we would get cold the fur would stand up by means of what we now call goose bumps. They basically would fluff up our fur t...

As I look around at my surroundings, the situation that I am currently facing in life, I sometimes forget how exactly I have come to this point. What I mean is that sometimes I just flat out forget major events that have happened in my life, possibly because I look forward so much as of late. I don't fully grasp where I have come from, what experiences I have had that has made me who I am. This amnesia can be good because as all those self help gurus pound into our minds that we are to look forward and what not the amnesia is what helps us look forward. But I am just now finding out that looking back is not a sin, in fact it is almost necessary. If I don't look back it almost seems that I am just fooling myself in the present. I'm not the life of the party. By no means. That is not bad at all though, I mean I could then be that person who doesn't say much in public yet still says meaningful phrases when I do say something. Nope, I'm not that guy either. I say the st...

So as we are getting pulled over on the entrance ramp, I'm wondering why am I trembling? What is this fear that I have, that I'm experiencing? I could not understand it at all considering that I was not the person driving, I had no drugs on me or in me, and I had no warrant out for my arrest. So what was there to fear? I kept trying to reason out the situation, figuring that obviously I had nothing at all to fear. But I kept feeling a steady tremor pulsating through my body along with a twisting of my stomach. There was nothing that I ate previously that could have been doing this, especially since the feeling didn't commence until we were pulled over. So what than? Where was this coming from? Enough with the questions, I was thinking to myself. I began to ponder, all the while my best friend is being handcuffed because he was driving with a suspended license. Could this alone be the factor that was turning my stomach into knots? Of course, with his girlfriend being right n...

We all want to sit around the den, smoking our pipes while reading an exhilarating study on southeastern Christian movements of the U.S. We all want to find that comfort zone that also intertwines our intellectual abilities, enabling us to stimulate our minds during recreation. Don't we all? Well I guess this is what I want to do, and furthermore this is what I would like to do once I'm retired. Until then I am going to pursue the academic study of history. But why can't I study and read what I want to. I mean that is the goal, the purpose of going to college, to be able to do something that you at the very least will enjoy. If I get a job writing for a history magazine, or a magazine that I'll be writing the history article, I would simply enjoy this. I would be able to research and figure out interesting stories to tell the populous, to bring forth a topic that I would deem important to know. Perhaps I'll be working for a company writing their history as it passes...