10.30.2005
10.07.2005
I admit. You hate me. You hate me because...,
I'm a right-wing, pro-Christ, pro-life, pro-guns (Bill of Rights, #2), pro-family republican. And not just because my family is, but because it makes sense.
I like nice things, yes I'm a man who likes brand names and understands the difference between Old Navy and Armani. (No, they're not the same)
I wear Dolce and Gabanna for men, not just the latest blend of over the counter generic body spray with a name like "Metallic Ice."
I spend $30 on hair-cuts from a salon.
And yes..., yes...., worst of all. I care. :)
I'm a right-wing, pro-Christ, pro-life, pro-guns (Bill of Rights, #2), pro-family republican. And not just because my family is, but because it makes sense.
I like nice things, yes I'm a man who likes brand names and understands the difference between Old Navy and Armani. (No, they're not the same)
I wear Dolce and Gabanna for men, not just the latest blend of over the counter generic body spray with a name like "Metallic Ice."
I spend $30 on hair-cuts from a salon.
And yes..., yes...., worst of all. I care. :)
9.27.2005
Still alive. Working working working. Talk later...
9.02.2005
Given the new job and all I wanted to hurry up my search for the perfect wrist ornament. Obviously, corporate america wouldn't be a big fan of the diesel watches down below so I needed something a bit more..., mmmm..., sophisticated-yet-matthew. I finally picked one...
Mmmm... My new watch.
7.25.2005
I am writing in my blog. Doo Daa Doo Daa
I'm done writing in my blog. Doo Daa Doo Daa
I'm done writing in my blog. Doo Daa Doo Daa
6.04.2005
The many faces of Miss Kate.
The serious_I'm_paying_attention_to_what_you're_saying Kate
The what_the_heck_did_you_just_say Kate
5.27.2005
Jonathan Edwards wrote: "Once, as I rode out into the woods for my health, in 1737, having alighted from my horse in a retired place, as my manner commonly has been, to walk for divine contemplation and prayer, I had a view, that for me was extraordinary, of the glory of the Son of God, as Mediator between God and man, and his wonderful, great, full, pure and sweet grace and love, and meek and gentle condescension. This grace that appeared so calm and sweet, appeared also great above the heavens. The person of Christ appeared ineffably excellent, with an excellency great enough to swallow up all thought and conception -which continued, as near as I can judge, about an hour; which kept me the greater part of the time in a flood of tears, and weeping aloud. I felt an ardency of soul to be, what I know not otherwise how to express, emptied and annihilated; to lie in the dust; and to be full of Christ alone; to love him with a holy and pure love; to trust in him; to live upon him; to serve and follow him; and to be perfectly sanctified and made pure, with a divine and heavenly purity. I have several other times had views very much of the same nature, and which have had the same effects."
I wonder..., how does one give himself over fully to this kind of love Edwards writes about? I felt it once..., I really did. I desire to feel this close to Him but always fall short, left empty. It's a spiritual depression of sorts I battle. I feel like I can't get close enough..., and sometimes the efforts in which I think will bring me closer just seem to hinder this relationship. Here is a question worth serious thought. 15/18 months or so ago..., a time of true spiritual growth..., I felt so completely close to God. I could feel Him..., see Him..., I didn't just know Him, I loved Him and knew He loved me. As time seems to go on..., it's as though this relationship has grown more distant. The closer I grow to the church and ministry the less I feel Jesus with me and in me. I don't say this to sound negative, but it's something I've been contemplating for some time and it saddens me.
I wonder..., how does one give himself over fully to this kind of love Edwards writes about? I felt it once..., I really did. I desire to feel this close to Him but always fall short, left empty. It's a spiritual depression of sorts I battle. I feel like I can't get close enough..., and sometimes the efforts in which I think will bring me closer just seem to hinder this relationship. Here is a question worth serious thought. 15/18 months or so ago..., a time of true spiritual growth..., I felt so completely close to God. I could feel Him..., see Him..., I didn't just know Him, I loved Him and knew He loved me. As time seems to go on..., it's as though this relationship has grown more distant. The closer I grow to the church and ministry the less I feel Jesus with me and in me. I don't say this to sound negative, but it's something I've been contemplating for some time and it saddens me.