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I got next ta nothin' ta say.

I missed Valantine's Day Post! I forgot to make a post on the day of love! GAH! ok, I'm good now. Anyway, love is letting your little brother lean on you then pushing him up to teach him to stand, or sit, on his own. Love is letting your little brother sleep until 40 minutes before church and then forcefully tell him to get dressed. Love is feeding medicine laced applesauce to a family member every day at 9 AM and 9 PM to prevent seizures. Love is knowing when to stand beside and when to back away and offer silent support. Love is understanding your mom when she gives you a look and doing whatever it is you know she wants without complaining. Love is a lot of things but it is never cruel or nasty. Love is kind, gentle, patient, and understanding. It can be tough, it can be contrary, but it is a wonderful thing that can drag you from the darkest pit into the brightest light... unless you're Romeo and Juliet or Cleopatra and Mark Antony, then it can kill you and cause a whole lot of heart ache, but mostly it's a marvelous thing to be celebrated and not shunned.

Ok, that's all I got. Later!
Lil Bit

Church love

The fate of modern churches is saddening. Listening to those around me, I hear things that shake my trust in church. 'You can't get stuff from them,' 'Ministry takes all you can give and then casts you away when it has taken all it can and moves to the next person,' are but two of the comments that make me say, 'hey wait! This is church?' Church is love. Love is waking up at six in the morning to get dressed and drive to the building to set up the sound system and rig up the lights so the mood is set. Love is standing before others with sweaty palms and teary eyes to tell what Jesus has done. Love is singing yourself hoarse to the glorification of the Lord... when no-one else will. Love is giving up a chance to hear what the preacher has to say to look after loud, rowdy children. Love is staying up all night to write your sermon and then chucking it out the window to make way for an all day worship session. Love is walking out into the savanna to tell natives the grace of God. Love is God, God is love, church... is God's love made human. If the church is God's love made human, why does the church take all its members have to give and never gives anything back? Love is giving, so why doesn't the church give to its members as much as its members give to it? If love is grace, why is church so high maintenance?

Look at the early church, back in the time of the Roman Empire. That was church, not the pretty thing we've made it. They helped each other, they shared their home and food with each other. Even in prison, they danced and they sang and they spat in the devil's face saying, 'God is with us, what in heaven, hell, and all that is in-between can you do to me?' Us? we meet once or twice a week and we pour all we have into a never ending well that never does run wet. Oh, no, you heard me right. Our well that 'never will run dry' is what we pour ourselves into and it never yields anything but exhaustion. We pour our fire into others who soak it up but do not pour into us. Back in the early church, if you needed something, you got it. The thing is, we try to do that now, and the road only goes one way. That's not how it works. I give you something, you give me something, and we cycle through life. You want me to make you a video, you give me the time to make it without heckling. You want something on a disk, you give me the money to buy more and the time to make it. The early church would meet in wine cellars under cover of darkness because despite the soldiers walking about waiting to catch a believer on his way to church, they wanted to come together and learn more about the one who loves no matter what and grants forgiveness and a chance to change. We have the freedom to meet in broad daylight! We put up signs showing where we meet and we dress up an earthly building trying to pull others into the heavenly embrace of the Creator God and we fuss with the lights and the sound and the picture when really all we need is God and faith that He will show up and inhabit the praises of His people. If you speak of Him, He will come. You know the saying, 'speak of the devil and the devil will appear'? Let us change it around and say, 'speak of the Lord God and He shall come.' Ask His anointing, as His guidance and what you preach will fill a need. Tell what He has done and He shall come nearer to hear and touch your lips to speak it clear.

What is 'church'? Look at the church in the time of Rome and you shall see. What does it mean to be saved? Look to the apostles, and you will see what it is to be an evangelist  Look to Easter, Ruth, Naiome, Rahab, David, Daniel, and so many others and you shall see what it means to be a man or woman of God. Read the story the bible tells and you will see the family of the Lord.

Now, the people I hear may just be grumpy, but you don't have to take my word for it. Go and examine what you call 'church' and then look at what the BIBLE says is 'church' and see how the modern world stacks up. I remember that some time ago, I said we were approaching a wake up call, that I felt, for lack of a better or less cliche term, a quickening in my spirit that my youth group was about to get a wake up call. It is not just my youth ministry that needs a spiritual wake up call, it is the Church. All 'believers' need a wake up call this age. How humbling, yet effective would it be if the call came from the children of the nation?

Well, Dad's tying my shoes together. Time to punch that trickster. Later!

Lil Bit.

Second grade math... hard?

I just got done getting my  brother(second grade) to do his math. You've heard(read) my grousing about my math, but that's pre-cal. He was complaining over ADDING! I confess, I showed him my math binder. He just gave it a blank stare. Sure, my glare and shouts(despite my sore throat which is about to choke me now) might have had something to do with his silence, but still. One problem was: '46 = ___ tens + ___ ones = 3 tens + ____ ones.' ... His answer? ' 4 tens + 6 ones = 3 tens + 6 ones.' ... my response to his answer? '... *rawthroated yell of fury* WHAT THE HECK?! HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!' He whimpered. After what felt like thirty minutes and like five different ways of trying to explain the process, he finally gets it. Sighing in relief, I left him to fill out the rest and took my BB gun out side to shoot at whatever. I empty one clip after petting my cat who came to me crying to be pet and then Noise comes easing the door open behind me and shows me the last problem he needed to solve. It was a word problem. I set it up with 133 on top and 48 on bottom with a line underneath, like you'd set up any old addition problem and he solved it just fine. It took him two tries and another clip to get it right in his book. Then, just as I was headed back to my spot on my bed where I sit with my laptop, he says his computer isn't working. I turn off the power strip, wait until the count of ten or so, then switch it all back on. So, I have emptied three clips, shouted myself hoarse(though it was kinda easy considering my cold) and have forbidden Noise from bothering me for an hour, even though he wanted the computer so he could watch a movie. I currently have one earbud playing Irish music, my laptop, and a warm, purring cat. For the next hour, or maybe two hours once I put in his movie, I am happy.

BBbbllluuuuuuuuug... and sniffle.

I. Hate. Colds! Nuff said.

So, I went to class Monday, like always, and I was all ready to give my speech... sorta. WE ran out of time so i got an extra week which was good 'cus my speech sucked and I have a cold and my nose was all stuffed up REALLY BAD that day and I took my Chem test and typed up my lab report and printed it out this morning and then I felt like i was... my stomach hurt, let's put it that way... so I stayed home and now I have to work on my Essay Writing stuff and there's about as much stuff crowding my mind from BOTH English classes as well as Pre-Cal and Chem as there is in this extremely long and confusing run on sentence from the hyper active mind of a high schooler that is making you wonder when on earth is she going to end it and is most likely giving you a headache similar to mine right now which isn't really bad but it's REALLY annoying. Woot! If you got this far, I grant you a cyber cookie. looking back at that first... sentence?... I think that's the longest sentence I've ever written. And it would make almost any English teacher want to beat me with a Webster's Dictionary. Ah, the power of a random mind, it drives everyone mad. Anyway, to sum up, bad cold(though getting better), too much math to handle, fair amount(NOT!) of Essay Writing homework, an annoy brother and headache, Chemistry I need to do,  and an achy throat due to aforementioned cold.

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I HATE COLDS!

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Love later in week and I have no idea what was wrong with the verse I tried to copy into my last post. The comment after the big white space won't make sense unless you look up the reference. Have a blessed day free from the horror that is colds and... DON'T LET YOUR HOMEWORK PILE UP! IT WILL EAT YOU(metaphorically of course)!
*Sniffle sniffle, gag, cough, hack *
Later, *cough*
Lil Bit
P.S: the cold isn't quite as bad as I made it sound but still, you know what I mean.