I’m not entirely sure why I’m a skeptic but I definitely am, especially when it comes to Church. I’m a very visually judgmental person (even though you will never notice it, and you wouldn’t think it.) and I know that is a bad thing. I also have a tendancy to think that people are what they appear to be, and I know that is wrong as well.
Although I find Church strange in the fact that the same Bible verses are referenced a million time in the span of only half my life time, it would appear there are more than a million different ways to look at something. Believe me I know what the right frame of mind can do for any sermon, and I know what the wrong frame of mind can do as well.
So as I sat there I pulled out my pins and began to draw a few doodles while listening, and as I listened I thought about a few things.
Here they are… I scribbled these down in Church as they came into my head…
Stories for us that we’ve never done or seen, but examples for us to think about. To pretend that we would give up our first born to trust God. Metaphors for life and examples, yet every time the same concepts with a new wrapper… Not always… It’s like a bag of different kinds of candy.
Will I really move mountains?
Will I really have the voice of even the Apostles?
To do what we can to break the Mold…What will we do?
I don’t like the Mold I feel like we stand in.
Is there something different coming?…different in the sense of social structure, something bad.
Is this Mold being built to make us weak?
Make no mistake, I don’t say these things because I’m new believer. I don’t say these things because I’m loosing my faith. I don’t say these things because I want an answer from you. these are rhetorical ‘?’s… But questions all the same, and when I find my answers I think things will be different.
I’m Glad to be an American, but I’m not entirely sure I’m Proud to be an American. Of course I’m not sure if I’m proud to much of anything. I know this is a topic that has probably been completely over done so wont get into much detail over my position.
It’s the 4th of July and it’s kinda raining out side. I’m beginning to wonder, do fire works still go boom in the rain?
Time flies by and we seem to be sitting in the middle of a movie watching things happen. Some times it’s almost like there’s a song going on in the background, but I can’t hear it. Some one is playing a montagh of my life.



This things so much fun, but at the same time it’s a little intimidating. Not because of the raw power, but because of the people behind you looking at you as if to say, “I could squash you like a bug”.
I was just hangen out side for a few minute when I saw this little guy run across the grass. So I went over and blocked him so he couldn’t get away. I ran inside and got Brody and we coaxed him into a sand bucket, then he started to freak out and flop around. We felt bad, so we let him go. Moles are weird little guys.
Don’t for get to head over to 
