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Name: Rich
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: Springfield
Gender: Male
Interests: Using the word "spelunking" in daily conversations as often as possible
Expertise: Wicked ninja skills
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/22/2005
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| Last night, I witnessed the single most tear-inducing, heart-wrenching
thing ever (and, no... certain scenes from "Sleepless in Seattle" don't
count). Em brought home a four-month old kitten whose master
abandoned her last night. The kitten will stay with us for a few
days while we get ahold of the Rescue Mission.
Here's the kicker:
This cute little bundle of joy has something wrong with its brain
(hopefully just an infection, possibly a birth defect) that doesn't
allow it to walk or hold its head up for long periods of time. So
this beautiful runt has to drag its hind legs behind it like a seal,
all the while looking up at me with its radiant black eyes and purring so sweetly that I'm sure even God's angels are in
awe. Also, in order to feed this kitten, one must hold its head
up over its food so that it doesn't fall into the food and suffocate
itself. It's absolutely horrible.
I'm serious here, guys... I HATE cats. But I took one look at
this poor little furball and I fell in love. Hard. And this
kitten makes me cry. Hard.
Anyway, be in prayer for our new friend (her name is "Grace") and that
she will get the medicine she needs to become whole again.
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| *****WARNING!!! GROSS TOPIC DISCUSSED BELOW!!! DO NOT PROCEED IF WEAK OF HEART, STOMACH OR BOWEL!!!! WARNING!!! *********
I am officially a pansy...
Emily and I bought a sweet new entertainment center yesterday and I spent the greater part of the evening building it. Mind you, no cutting, welding, or stitching is involved in the process at all. Just plain ol' screwdriving and hammering. It took me about 3 hours.
Afterwards, my hand was covered in blisters.
I've been accustomed to simply turning textbook pages and playing Vivaldi on the piano, so ANY kind of manual labor at all leaves my hands looking like a leper with a sunburn...
So anyway, we didn't have anything to pop it at the house, so I decided to wait until I got to work and use one of their pins. When I got there, my friend Steven told me that if I simply pop it, the blister will just refill and I'll have to do it all over again. He told me that I needed to cut it open (in effect, lance it). And he told me that he had just the tool for the job...
He presented me with Antibacterial Soap and a box cutter. And I used them.
I felt like a Jeff Foxworthy joke... | | |
| Enjoy... here's a couple of wedding pictures... the white dots are 'cause I have a crappy scanner...
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| I remember going to the zoo as a kid. I loved to watch the flamingos stand for hours on one leg, feed the sheep in the petting zoo, and crane my neck to see the top of the giraffe's head. But there was one animal in the zoo that was always a letdown to me...
The lion.
The lion just never looks right at the zoo. I'm used to watching Discovery Channel specials where the mighty lion, "King of Everything that Roams the African Savannah," silently stalks an unsuspecting wildebeast. It'll wait for the right moment and then BOOM! Good night, little wildebeast. It's like watching dynamite with fur.
For some reason, seeing the lion lying on its side with plaster-of-paris rocks and fake trees around it just takes away the whole grandeur of the animal. And it's almost like the lion knows that he's not where he should be. His shoulders are drooped and he has this lazy, pathetic look in his eye. You can tell that every fiber of the creature's being longs to hunt and run... to be what a lion SHOULD be. But man has put the lion in a box. We've caged the King of Beasts and turned it into a bored kitten.
I think we do this with God quite often in our prayer lives. We'll pray for healing of others, but we don't think it'll really happen. We'll pray for our enemies, but we'd rather them stay just as mean as they always have been (it helps us to justify our hatred of them, after all). We'll pray for deliverance of some sin that we're struggling with, but if we don't automatically get all temptation from it removed we whine and ask God why he doesn't love us.
Now, imagine if the world was full of Christians (heck, even had a FEW) who honestly and truly believed that the God that miraculously saved the Israelites time and time again could work miracles in our lives. And I'm not talking "God gave me a job when I was needing money"-type miracles, I'm talking the stuff that would send MSNBC and FOXNEWS and CNN running. We all quote the verse about God moving mountains, but what would we do if we woke up one day and turned on the news to find that the Rocky Mountains had somehow packed up and moved to Pennsylvania???
I can remember one Missions chapel a while back where a boy who was going to Scotland prayed aloud for God to save every single soul in Scotland before they left to come back home. I can vividly remember thinking just how ridiculous this sounded. I mean, saving millions of people in a span of two weeks??? No way.
But it could happen. No, let me correct that. It WILL happen. God is faithful to His people and the promises He has made to them... our job is to be obedient and to believe. To TRULY believe. He did it for Moses at the Red Sea. He did it for Joseph in jail. He did it for Peter and Paul as they were starting this whole crazy notion of salvation built around grace. And He's done it countless times over throughout history.
This is nothing new. We've all heard the stories. David and Goliath. Jonah and the whale. Job vrs. Satan. And maybe that's where the problem lies.... they're just stories to us. They're so fantastically miraculous that we doubt their worth as reality.
And in doing so, we put God in a box of our own expectations. We have effectively declawed the Lion of Judah. | | |
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Mad About Mad About
By Tomaso Albinoni, Anonymous, Johann Sebastian Bach, Ludwig van Beethoven, Leonard Bernstein, Fryderyk Chopin, Claude Debussy, Gaetano Donizetti, George Gershwin, Mykola Dmytrovich Leontovych
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Well, tomorrow (or should I say "this morning") is moving day. Em and I will be packing up our stuff and moving into the Dungeons to fellowship with Tim and Megan and Nic and Brandi... much fun will be had!
Right now, I'm finishing up my music CD for the Wedding... I really like what I've found. Here's a rundown of what's gonna be played while people are coming in (it will start about 20-30 minutes before the ceremony):
1. Saint-Saens: "Carnival of the Animals, XIII: The Swan"
2. Coste: "Andante"
3. Vivaldi: "The Four Seasons: Spring"
4. Mascagni: "Intermezzo (Cavaliera rusticana)"
5. Rachmaninoff: "Vocalise"
6. Debussy: "Claire de Lune"
7. Elgar: "Salut d'amour"
8. Myers: "Cavatina"-------- this starts the wedding
All in all, I'm really happy with my choices. Em's kinda let me run wild with what I wanted to do for before the wedding, and I wanted to keep it Classical-sounding (no crap-Country ballads or overused Celine Dion songs). My biggest thing was NOT to have "Canon in D," "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring," or "The Wedding March" in the wedding, as they are INCREDIBLY cliche. I know, I know... and "Spring" isn't??? Well, I happen to really like it, so there!
Anyway, the wedding's fast approaching... I'm looking forward to seeing everyone who can come and if you can't I wish you a lovely Saturday! Love you guys!
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