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Name: David
Location: Houston, Texas, United States
Gender: Male
Interests: Um. Stuff. And things. school, church, life, ping pong, guitar, praise and worship, matt maher, john mayer, mazda 6, songwriting, philosophy, theology, pink floyd, dream theater, matchbox20, burnin' stuff, trying to decide what to do with my life, lifeteen, world religions, and anything else worth my time.
Expertise: bumming around guinan... f'shizzle.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Textiles
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AIM:  tboneman02
Member Since:
3/30/2004
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| This is a fear-induced entry.
I am frightened.
I recently meandered over to www.christianpoet.net and learned that this website is on-notice. As in Steven Colbert's "On Notice" board. It scares me. Cuz being on notice is just a whiskey shot away from being "Dead to Me."
Please take me off of the "on-notice" board.
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| "Hey, Peter. What's happening? Yea... I'm going to have to ask you to come in on Saturday."
So I'm sitting here alone in the office at my computer. Lights
are off, but there's plenty of light coming through the windows.
'Passion: How Great is Our God' is playing. I have on my desk: A
bible, a catechism, the 'Catholic Dictionary', and a copy of this
week's LIFE Night. My tasks: to prepare a talk about the
Sacraments of Initiation, one about the Eucharist, a moving talk about
the love of Christ as it pertains to the Sacraments of Initiation, and
a brief speach/talk to give to the entire congregation about the
importance of Youth Ministry and Adult Leaders, aka CORE Members.
I want a Masters degree in Theology. I also want a dog - but not
anything too big or too small or too yappy. While I'm at it, why
don't I throw in a soul-mate to be my wife - but not anything too big
or too small or too yappy - oh wait... sorry - got carried away.
My apologies.
Life is good. Not always easy - but definitely good. Peace to all y'all.
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| The rest of this entry was blatantly stolen from www.christianpoet.com. Or if you know him, Michael Marchand. It pretty well hit me where I'm at. Oh, and go check out Mike's website, its coolio.
"The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few." (Luke 10:2)
Jesus says those words to His disciples just before He sends
them out, two by two, to preach the gospel. Is He telling them that
there is so much to harvest (and not enough laborers) that they have to
work overtime to get it done?
I am pretty sure that Jesus did not mean that. But I am also pretty sure that I live my life like He did.
It's funny to think that I work overtime (meaning a lot) because I
am such a lazy, procrastinator. But somehow both are true: I am
overworked, and I am lazy.
I am overworked because I see just how abundant the harvest is, and
I want to make that all the work gets done. But what I don't see is how
that affects both me and those I minister to. I don't see how burned
out I get. I don't see how unloving I act at times (because I'm so
stressed). I don't see the people that are so eager and so qualified to
get out into those fields. I don't see how much my prayer life has
suffered. I am so focused on the "work to be done" in the world, that I
overlook the work to be done in me. My mind and my thoughts are so way
in the air about how many great things I can do with my life and in my
ministry that I've lost my foothold.
"Sometimes, you just gotta put your feet back where they
belong: on the ground. And if you're a person of faith...your knees
should follow suit." (Butcheee)
It's so easy for me to drop things to go serve on a CFC-Youth
retreat, or lead a campus based meeting, or give a talk, or anything
like that. Why is it so hard for me to drop those same things for only
five minutes to drop to my knees and pray?
Yes, the harvest is abundant. Yes, the laborers are few. What good
do a few burned out, stressed out, worked out laborers do? They are not
helpful in the harvest.
Lord God, help me to prepare myself for the labor that lies ahead
of me. Help me to focus on you first, and the work second. Help me to
pray more, to turn to You more, to love You more. At all times. In
every thing I do. Amen.
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| having a cold sucks and blows at the same time.
*blech*
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| David: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been two days since my last confession.
Priest: Go ahead my son.
David: Well... Father, I don't quite know how to say this.
I know it's wrong. I swore that I would never do it. I'm so
sorry. What have I become?
Priest: What did you do, my child?
David: I don't know if I can even say it... [tears welling up]
Priest: Take your time.
David: I... I...
David: I got a facebook! [breaks down weeping]
[long pause for weeping]
Priest: There, there. Christ forgives all. But tell me this...
David: Yes?
Priest: How many 'friends' do you have?
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