On emotions

Emotions seem to stir from time to time, and i think this may be the inevitable death of christs church. or atleast what appears to be his church. see it has become very evident that what the church does is we run off of emotions, we go from service to service feeling emotion towards the sermon, but never really connecting with christ.

and this is a huge problem because we lose focus. no. we dont have focus. we have emotions that keep us going just long enough to make life seem okay, to make us feel like we are doing good, everything is running smooth right? and so we continue living and accepting this system of life, and all the while we are sinking quickly. we are falling fast.

we are a brood bunch of people. always ripping eachohter apart. always back biting, and yelling, and gossiping, all the while the church seems to prosper because emotions overflow in the cup that christ has appointed us to carry. except when the cup overflows with emotion, it is actually empty. and this is going to prove to be a problem for the church. especially our church, our american safety net. we have our wealth, and our happiness, and our beloved desires, our star athlete children, our beautiful lawns, all of our beautiful possesions, our beautiful men, our beautiful women, our big houses, our fat bank accounts, our health, and our emotional connection to the Lord.

i really wonder when we will understand that un-understandable parable...the one about the camel going through the eye of needle, being so much surprisingly easier than rich people to enter the kingdom of heaven. my ideas aren't really shared, people often say i hate the american church. i do. ha. and all it stands for as well. because that isn't much. im not jaded, im not hurt, i am burdened for the people of God, who subsequently are actually people of their desires, and posessions. i guess you could say im jaded towards people who consistantly, and constantly choose creation over the creator.

heres to america. God bless our possesions.

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On Swelling

So last night several good friends of mine and myself were playing basketball. and i was undoubtably balla mcnasty all night long. so we're a few minutes into our third game of the night, and i drive to the basket and just pull up for a jump shot(which went in by the way) now i did jump which we all know the saying what goes up must come down...and i did come down. half of my foot landed on andy's foot the other half had about 230 pounds curl on it, and i just felt surges of pain all over my ankle/foot area.

we then made our way to the emergency room, the wait wasn't real bad..but then yada yada yada x-ray, yada yada yada...cast....yada yada yada....drive home. then i proceded to bed. which by the way was the most uncomfortable night of sleep i can recall. only to wake up to a delicious breakfast, and then finally getting to work with my terrible fractured ankle.

can i just say...trevor matthews is my main squeeze.

here's to basketball, broken ankles, and a best friend to take care of you the whole time.

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