It's History

Landing the Plane

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 07:27:44 GMT

Tomorrow, I return to Campus, to finish the job I started August, 2004.
Tonight, I contemplate the journey, focused especially at the recent past, present and future.
Yesterday, I had concrete ideas and plans for the possible future.
Right now, I end this post with way too much on my mind to talk to anyone other than my Saviour.

I've been calling it my "academic victory lap".

"When you're almost there
When you're almost at the end
Don't stop now
Keep on goin'"

--Finish Line -- by me, several years ago.

The Best Thursday _Ever_

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 21:05:50 GMT

Dear Diary,

It was potentially the worst of times...
It ended up to be the best of times...

He is having the best Thursday, ever.

Went to bed late, but that's ok, because the alarm was set to go off and wake him up nine-thirty. The alarm went off. And, it woke him up at nine-thirty. His college corpse decided to re-set the alarm for 10:10am. That would've worked. But he woke up again, and felt the feeling that a person feels when they've slept far too well.

And the clock's current standing? 11:26am.
Depressing. Back under the covers and under the intoxicating influence of sleep.
Up for air. 12:40pm? If he got up then, he'd have a half hour to get food and get to class. Pressure. He wanted to check online for a continuation of two conversations that he'd been having with the same person. He couldn't do both. He'd already missed chapel, and that was what was supposed to start off the day right. It looks like sleep had become his destiny. Posture sags back into horizontal retreat. He wasn't as hungry as he was plain exhausted.

1:03pm. Well, it would be good for him to get up now.

He gets dressed and looks for invisible shoes. Finally finds shoes. Climbs out of the door and up the stairs. And up the walkway stairs, and past the tennis courts. He doesn't want to look at his cell phone. He does anyway. 1:16pm. Dissappointment with self. So undefeatably, typically, bad-reputationally late... He waves at Jake Wolf who is walking his way with a girl.

Jake's hands are in the air. He is happy.
"It's cancelled!"

Suddenly, everything changed.

Jake and he happily walked back to Quad 2, Jake showed him the paper he'd gotten back from his professor, and it was unbelievably good. "I got 100% on my speech!" Jake said. "Check this out." The speech critique read "This is the best speech yet in the class."

What professor even SAYS that?

Jake's joy had rubbed off.

Jake asked Brian what he was up to next. Brian thought about how his old, abandoned plans were now back on the front burner, and said "I'm going to hit up Naz." Jake came, too.

The eating experience was that much better, as the three boys (joined by Matt Landby) agreed that this was the best day. They saw a classmate across the room. Mutual rejoicing ensued. "You know, the way this day is going, you should find the girl you like and ask her out." There was a jubalent laughter throughout. He thought about the girl that he liked, but he'd already been thinking about her. Interesting how the idea of asking her out on a great day may have been what he wanted once before... but how, now, he no longer relied on God's blessings. Now, he relied on God. He was happy to not ask her out, and just looked forward to spending time with her, and letting God be the decider of when to ask out. Brother, what a day!

Could it get any better? He remembered how much more fun it was in a day to think of it as "the best day ever". He went to the library (where he is writing from right now) and read the best e-mail he'd ever read. It was written as excellently as an award-winning essay, for its purpose. It was written by a dear friend, and it was so very thought-provoking.

He was looking forward to the night. He was going to eat dinner with a good friend, and hopefully be, himself, a good friend. He had play practice from 7-10, where he could excercise a talent. He had friends. He had Someone behind it all, who was so much closer than a girl or a friend or both could ever be. He had love. This week, he'd been so up in the air, but today. Today, he was satisfied--not with the day, but with living in the day.

He was just visited by guys from Moyer. He loves spending time with them. Two important people, to him, just got packages in the mail. He didn't get any mail, but their packages asked him to make it the best Mail Center experience. A librarian friend just handed him a white, medium guitar pick. He had only ever had the ultra-thin in the color white.

And can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused him pain--for me who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be, that though my God shouldst die for me?

The end of the home preparation

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 05:16:01 GMT

Dear Diary,

This is it. I leave soon. Today, I had an adventure involving a turtle, 4 kids, danger and salvation. Isn't that vague, and interesting?

Well, as I looked through the last 50 posts, I was surprised. I thought I would be ashamed for how I talked about things, but it really wasn't that bad. Cool how you can make the dorky ones private, and the good ones friends only. I like that option. Don't feel like this isn't a good one too though, Diary. It's all good when I'm talking to you...you're so nice and listen-y.

Maybe when I come home from my first week of being a big camp director, I'll have lots of stories to share with you, ohh wouldn't that be fun?? What's that, Diary? Condescending tone? Why, dear diary, whatever are your little eyesy-wiseys reading? I wouldn't talk down to such a big, grown up diary. What do you mean "This is stupid"? Hey! I'm the only one that writes in you, so ya'd better take what I give you, pal.

Anyway, I'm going to apply what I've learned about love, camp and creativity over the next 21 days. If anyone sneaks a peek at you, Diary, you should say "shame on you for prying into secret lives" and then ask them to pray for me, because I think I'll be a little lonely, and a lot under the guns of both my own stupidity and any evil forces. My friend told me I need a secretary. Maybe next year, but my dad keeps telling me "Don't set next year in stone" ... Doesn't that sound ominous? Do you know what that big word means? ... Don't talk about my mother that way, Diary.

That's it, I'm going to finish talking to you now. You'd better behave whilst I'm gone, d'ya hear me mister? Say, one more thing! The focus of this month is to be submissive and obedient. Let'cha know how well I do later, alligator!

Tongue in cheek-ly yours,

>Brian Pearson

PS: Remember when I used to talk about love? Yeah, you were right. No, it's not.

Post-past Message to the Future

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 04:22:17 GMT

Dear Future,

I do not know you yet, but I know some general things about you. I know that you contain many things waiting for me. I have learned that I will never actually meet you, but at the last second, like meteors that burn up instantly when they enter the earth's atmosphere, you melt into the one called Present. Present is always here with me, but I don't always think about my friend the Present. In fact, the Present isn't always my friend. Present and I never understood each other, once. But, things have been changing.

Your colleague, Past has seen me hurting, lately--even though Past remembers so many good things--and I have been regretting Past a lot lately. Well, that's because what happened with my friend the Present made it look like you were out of anyone's control, and you were cruel and reckless and waiting for my disappointment--and that it was all Past's fault. I wonder... why was it made to look like that? Certainly you had nothing to do with it.

Future, you change colors frequently and you change shades dramatically. I know. People tell me that you look bright, then that you look dim, then that you are getting better... were you sick before? I hope you're well now--but anyway... The people who tell me this don't know you, in fact...I don't know you. But here's why I'm writing this to you: I know the only One who knows you completely. He named you, He bound you in place and He holds you firmly in His power.

I'm writing to you, also, because I want to tell you something big: I'm not afraid of you. It's not that I hold anything against you or that I'm not taking you seriously or that I don't think you're there for me... it's just that you are often the one people don't like to think about openly, and when they do think about you, it frightens them. That was me too, before my courage came to me--before I knew your Superior.

Well, we're in the same boat, Future. Your boss is my boss. You are my every destination. So, I'm writing to you, lastly, to ask you a defining question. Because your Master is my Master, because He owns us, and planned our relationship out from the beginning of time, because all the people I meet and the tears I cry and every blessing found where you're at is mine, in the Name of the Savior who gave you to me, I ask you this:

Will you be my friend?

Sincerely,

>Brian Scott Pearson

Oi

Mon, 28 May 2007 00:11:07 GMT

Dear Diary,

Wow. What a long, long time.

You might think I turned Emo after reading some of this stuff.

The problem with recording meaningful thought, that I've found, is that I'm sharing part of my heart with ... anyone. Journaling is great. Sharing thoughts with friends is great, don't get me wrong. But there are certain things like writing down names and hopes and linking names with hopes that makes this sort of communication a major sentimentalizer. ... Wait, why does the word "Emo" have a red correction line thingy (so does the word "thingy") underneath it, but not the word "sentimentalizer" ?!?! That's kinda funny.

Well, anyway... the point is, Diary, that I want to write to you about my observations and thoughts and dreams and ideas and on and on... but, last time I did that, my imagination ran into the opposite direction of reality, into fantastic lies.

Am I to guard my heart, oh sweet Diary, while leaving it down here for You and anyone else (friend, foe, secret admiree, or random stranger) to know? Well, Diary, I just don't want to do that any more. How about some secret posts that I share just with you? oooOOOoo.

I'm off to help Dad "with something" but I don't know what yet.

Cheerio Chum,

>Brian

What is the difference between Hitler and Me?

Sun, 14 May 2006 09:45:49 GMT

"The Hitler in Me." -- By Brian P.

OK, fine, I'm not German.
Swedish, so it's close.
Granted, I am 5'11" and
my feet run to hold a door
open for Jew, elderly,
or disadvantaged soul.

Still, am I all love?
Evil's antonym?

"The Hitler in Me." -- By Brian P.

OK, fine, I'm not German.
Swedish, so it's close.
Granted, I am 5'11" and
my feet run to hold a door
open for Jew, elderly,
or disadvantaged soul.

Still, am I all love?
Evil's antonym?
Does wicked wish we
were not so different?

What sets me apart from
that helper of hell?

For you see,
I promise utopia.
Failed at painting.
Attempt to win a war.
Sometimes,
I hate.

I Try so hard to do things my way,
Abusing the
same creativity
that God gave
Hitler and me.

(it's 4:38am,
I should obey the Voice
that tells me it's time to
quit for now).

Inner-hitler, you are
not my Jesus.
Self, you are
not my God.

The End.
(Thanks for reading this. Now go out there and be creative!! ..and don't forget that you can use your creativity for good or for evil. Sobering thought. Tell me all your thoughts on God :) Ciao. )

Late night.. cleaning the room.

Sat, 13 May 2006 08:56:51 GMT

Skip it, I'm writing a song.

"Throw The Fit"

(Normal tuning Capo 5)
Verses: Am, Em, C, G,
Pre-C:E7, E7sus, E7something
Chorus: Am, Em, C, G, Bar Am, Bar G, Bar F, E
Bridge: Am, E, C, E, Am, E, F, G
Tempo: alive...
Tone: crisp.
Meter: 4/4 (more like 8/8 )

"Throw the Fit"

You're back in town/ride in style/show a smile
You travel down/Your one parade/We decorate(celebrate)
Enter your house/solitude/reserved for you /and faithful prayers But standing there are
dirty lions, made a den
of indulgences, count to ten and

Down with the wicked heart
who takes your art and strips its beauty apart
Down with the shyster scam
that seek to cram some psuedo-gospel down your (throat)
Down with the lazy hypocri-televangelist
that took your money
down as your anger burns
The tables turn
You'll have none of it/You throw the fit

You take great pains/to change my mind/to heal the blind
Shake down chains/stuck to the fence/strapped to my neck
If I can't see/you don't yell/you show and tell me
what is true? love is clear/it casts out fear/
When I see people hurt and hit
I'm not about to stand for it.

Down with the wicked heart
who takes your art and strips its beauty apart
Down with the shyster scam
that seek to cram some psuedo-gospel down your (throat)
Down with the lazy hypocri-televangelist
that took your money
down as your anger burns
The tables turn
You'll have none of it/You throw the fit
Down with men of lies with haughty eyes
who currupt the courts with false witness
Down as my anger burns
the tables turn
I'll have none of it/I'll throw the fit

His Love is jealous
His rage is righteous
If we apire to be zealous
We must be like this

Our love is jealous
Our rage is righteous
We are the zealots
His love compels us. (repeat 3x)

No more (decite)
No more (malice)
No less (than holiness)

No more (abuse)
No more (distress)
No less than holiness

(In heaven there'll be)
No more (sin)
No more (death)
No less than holiness

Throw the fit

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Matthew 21
The Triumphal Entry
1As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, 2saying to them, "Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her. Untie them and bring them to me. 3If anyone says anything to you, tell him that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away."

4This took place to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet:
5"Say to the Daughter of Zion,
'See, your king comes to you,
gentle and riding on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.' "[a]

6The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. 7They brought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat on them. 8A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
"Hosanna[b] to the Son of David!"
"Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"[c]
"Hosanna[d] in the highest!"

10When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, "Who is this?"

11The crowds answered, "This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee."
Jesus at the Temple
12Jesus entered the temple area and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. 13"It is written," he said to them, " 'My house will be called a house of prayer,'[e] but you are making it a 'den of robbers.'[f]"

14The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. 15But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple area, "Hosanna to the Son of David," they were indignant.

16"Do you hear what these children are saying?" they asked him.
"Yes," replied Jesus, "have you never read,
" 'From the lips of children and infants
you have ordained praise'[g]?"

17And he left them and went out of the city to Bethany, where he spent the night.

Mark 3
Jesus Heals on the Sabbath
1(A)He (B)entered again into a synagogue; and a man was there whose hand was withered.

2(C)They were watching Him to see if He would heal him on the Sabbath, (D)so that they might accuse Him.

3He said to the man with the withered hand, "Get up and come forward!"

4And He said to them, "Is it lawful to do good or to do harm on the Sabbath, to save a life or to kill?" But they kept silent.

5After (E)looking around at them with anger, grieved at their hardness of heart, He said to the man, "Stretch out your hand." And he stretched it out, and his hand was restored.

6The Pharisees went out and immediately began conspiring with the (F)Herodians against Him, as to how they might destroy Him.

Stuck in my head.

Sat, 29 Apr 2006 06:37:15 GMT

Cornelius
And every generation's got
The fearless few who can't be bought
They don't take polls or look around
They act on truth, and then they stand their ground

Come up and see the world stripped bare
The free indeed
They breathe a rarified air
Yeah, they got spirit
Yeah, they got game
And some get christened
With a righteous-sounding name

Cornelius

And every generation knows
The doers do, the posers pose
'Cause every time the plop goes fizz
Another yes-man gets his

Come up and see the big man's boss
The mind clears out when you're taking up the cross
Yeah, his burden's easy
No, it don't chafe
It's God's safe harbor
Why play it safe?

Cornelius

Core-strong like a centurion
I wanna be Cornelius
Core-strong like a centurion
I wanna be Cornelius
His kneel is real
His kneel is real
What rhymes with Cornelius?
Helium

The "cor" is before a kneel, a kneel
The "i" is an "e" in us, in us
He's ready to fight but not to fuss
We like, we like Cornelius

And history proves the axiom
Surface skimmers choke on scum
Who's calling deep?
Who opens wide?
Who put the just in justified?

Check, check it out - the view you get
It's God's high-wire
There isn't any net
Show a little spirit
Show you got game
Show you know
We know, we know
You know what's in a name

He's ready to fight
But not to fuss
Cornelius

He isn't a wuss
He never was
Cornelius

Here's My Big Story Update -- thanks for reading!

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:47:20 GMT

A Holy Mealtime

Matthew 4:4 “Jesus answered, ‘It is written: “Man does not live on bread alone,
but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” ’ ”

In my sophomore year of college, I forgot the magical word “No” when it came to every social activity imaginable. I was involved in Bible studies, intramural sports, choir, plays, and student government, on top of a normal credit load.

Many times this schedule left me without time to catch lunch—bad idea. I lost energy in the afternoon, and was drained at the end of the day. I needed a good meal to keep me going. I needed sustenance to match my action-packed activities.

God’s Word tells us that Jesus sees eating food like reading the Bible. When Satan challenged Him, saying “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread," Jesus countered with a spiritual touché, saying “Hey, if you want life, you need more than food.”

Taking time to chow down on God’s spiritual delicacy is the key to setting apart a life for Christ. In college, I found that to be very true. When I didn’t have Scripture, I starved myself and didn’t have good things on my mind, good things on my lips, or good things in my heart. But I can tell you this:

Like clockwork, if you start carrying around and munching on that 66 book buffet with you, things will change. As I began to feast on God’s Word, He blessed me with fire in my bones and love for people. He knows how to serve up His Holy Meals, so dig in!

Become a Scripture snack food addict. Make your Pringles the Promises of God.

Stereo-Typical (very postal service ... a little on the techno side)

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 07:39:03 GMT

Sterio-typical:

Sitting in an office,
surrounded by papers,
plastics and windows
Media player

Music is all about motifs

My Microsoft-spoken
Words click into being
I hear the humming
My Firefox freedom

Music is all about motifs

Repeat, repeat
Insert Delete
Enter into the world of clicks and beeps
Back-space out
For a half hour
Google seaching
For truth &

Now I’m 2:15 tired
To complete every thought
I should be in bed
But I am not (yet)

(Yet) and then I recollect
The day-time decision
To exercise and
Write a revision

Music is all about motifs

Repeat, repeat
Enter Delete
Back-space out
For a half hour
When was the last time
You took a shower?

Repeat, repeat
Enter Delete
Back-space out cold

Play me something different then this stereotypical song that has gone cold
Play me something different then this stereotypical song that has gone cold
Play me something different then this stereotypical song and hey go
Play outside today, because it is grass, trees, air to breathe and

Repeat repeat
Control, Alt, delete

(computer voice: “goodbye”)

Polite (think a poetic pinch of Relient K, Postal Service, and something like Death Cab.

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 07:29:30 GMT

I hope I don’t sound too blunt, but I’m sick and tired of this.
We duck, we dodge we hodge-podge yes’s and no’s with excuses

Well I sure don’t mean to ruffle feathers but I’m going to make the argument
That actions speak louder than weak, hide-and-seek profound speech

But what, you ask, would people think if I did dare to sink into a chair and tell the card flipping truth? Here’s your tell: tell the truth discard, and disregard reproof of it.

Here’s the test. My request

If you don’t mind my asking – may I love you
May I hold umbrellas above you? Can we please shoot the breeze?
If you don’t mind me slightly implying
I want to want to love you
To live to serve you, don’t deserve you but girl
Can I open doors for you, can I give you my time can I hug you?
(Does that bug you?)

Your vocabulary seems to have undergone plastic surgery.
Some fantastic splurgery of the unimaginative part of the world bruised your brain’s capillaries more than you know, like you know, like, I just feel like post modernity has
Taken the cake and eaten it too, along with you, Oh you, please won’t you
step away from the everyday verbal sashay that keeps us from reality
And step into the say and do, what’s true you’re outfit needs something
Like a belt of truth

If you don’t mind my asking – may I love you
May I hold umbrellas above you? Can we please shoot the breeze?
If you don’t mind me slightly implying
I want to want to love you
To live to serve you, don’t deserve you but girl
Can I open doors for you, can I give you my time can I hug you?
(Does that bug you?)

You’re pretending that you’re not pretending and it’s unending in subtlety
condescending self-refuting stuck-in-cement-passivity. (ooooh)
And you’re just pretending that you’re not pretending, that you’re not pretending
And you’re just sending mixed messages that try to qualify the by-and-by’s of the “I’ll get by’s” and the “see, technically that wasn’t a lie”

(Repeat Chorus 2x, first as a sort of fade away style, second, full-fledged ending in git.)

thoughts for a bit.

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 07:28:05 GMT

The night is a tie-fighter... and I am a coinflip's difference between Luke and Gold Leader.

Tightly shifting smirk

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 22:39:48 GMT

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

"Calling a randomly selected household, they simply asked what the radio was tuned to now"

PS: What are the odds that the 5th sentence in the 123rd page in a random book would have an ERROR?!?!!?!? (the correction would be "at the time" instead of "now" -- wild huh?)

A Something-O-Clock Shaddow

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 05:12:03 GMT

For the past week or so, Nathan Cousins has been speaking a hilarious phrase to me.
He says "I'm your Snooky."
Ever since the play started, my character (Jim Curry)
has had a crush on a certain girl named
Snooky Maguire.

Well, I told him that there is a real life Snooky that I'm wild about,
But I won't give him a name,
so
He says "I'm your Snooky."

Well, tonight at dinner,
I saw him right away, and then an hour later,
I came up to him and grinned real big, so as to make him
think a little bit (hoping he'd think that she was in Naz or something)

I put my tray away, and walked over to check my mail.
That's when I talked with Bethany Coffiet and Jolene Bottemiller.
Bethany had a letter for Christina Bjorkman, that Bethany was saying was the
Dean's List announcement.
Jolene, not hearing this, noticed that
she had an envelope and wondered out loud what it was for.

Noticing that the envelopes were virtually the same
I said "It's the Dean's List--Do you get good grades?"
"I suppose so," She said.
Then I promplty said, "I don't make the dean's list."
"Why not?" Asked Bethany.
Just then, Nathan is walking by, and I says
"If the dean ever saw me, the first thing he'd say would be--"
Then, just as I'm saying this, Nathan shakes my hand and
He says "I'm your Snooky."

Then he promptly walks away,
And everybody laughs.

The End.

Tue, 15 Nov 2005 05:05:17 GMT

We clash,
We look at Picasso's
And our faces are
the only things that
can't relate.

God, did You
make Picasso just to
make us squint
a little harder,
laugh about it with
our friends,
but then go home and
wonder a litte bit?

If I need to
brake, putz restlessly,
shake with frustration,
and then fall
on a painting,
broken, eyes out of whack,

Make me a Picasso.

Thoughts about computer labs...

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 16:28:16 GMT

Computer labs have an on-the-way-to-anywhere convenience that I enjoy. I am in one. I am not alone. about 8 other people are here. I'm in the Riley building. Computer labs, man... schewweet.

@ 4something I'm going to sing in choir.

K, bye ev'ry buddy.

Overcome

Fri, 21 Oct 2005 21:51:41 GMT

www.biblelookup.com...

1. Luk 9:32
Now Peter and his companions had been overcome with sleep; but when they were fully awake, they saw His glory and the two men standing with Him.

2. Joh 16:33
"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."

3. Act 20:9
And there was a certain young man named Eutychus sitting on the window sill, sinking into a deep sleep; and as Paul kept on talking, he was overcome by sleep and fell down from the third floor, and was picked up dead.

4. Rom 12:21
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

5. 2Pe 2:19
promising them freedom while they themselves are slaves of corruption; for by what a man is overcome, by this he is enslaved.

6. 2Pe 2:20
For if after they have escaped the defilements of the world by the knowledge of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, they are again entangled in them and are overcome, the last state has become worse for them than the first.

7. 1Jo 2:13
I am writing to you, fathers, because you know Him who has been from the beginning. I am writing to you, young men, because you have overcome the evil one. I have written to you, children, because you know the Father.

8. 1Jo 2:14
I have written to you, fathers, because you know Him who has been from the beginning. I have written to you, young men, because you are strong, and the word of God abides in you, and you have overcome the evil one.

9. 1Jo 4:4
You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world.

10. 1Jo 5:4
For whatever is born of God overcomes the world; and this is the victory that has overcome the world-- our faith.

11. Rev 5:5
and one of the elders said to me, "Stop weeping; behold, the Lion that is from the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has overcome so as to open the book and its seven seals."

12. Rev 11:7
And when they have finished their testimony, the beast that comes up out of the abyss will make war with them, and overcome them and kill them.

13. Rev 13:7
And it was given to him to make war with the saints and to overcome them; and authority over every tribe and people and tongue and nation was given to him.

14. Rev 17:14
"These will wage war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, because He is Lord of lords and King of kings, and those who are with Him [are the] called and chosen and faithful."

Content

Fri, 21 Oct 2005 21:45:02 GMT

I have had one constant God. He is never changing.

This world spins, but constant God, He is never changing.

Frowning eyebrows from on their eyes, this was Christ's prediction.

I hold on to Constant God. He is never changing.

Note aside from my floating heart: Thanks Matt and Ryno for being there and encouraging me this last quad. I enjoyed it. Everyone else who reads this, have a great weekend.

Joh 16:33

"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."

Hi

Sat, 24 Sep 2005 00:58:35 GMT

Power's back on, but internet isn't yet, so I'm over @ the MJ

It's about time to say something on this thing...

And, now when you log on to my xanga, you AUTOMATICALLY get to hear WVOE!

SoooOOooo...

I'm just not doing much tonight.

Have fun in the dark or far away.

>Brian

Who I Am

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:37:53 GMT

Hey everyone,

Updating on my life as of late.

Last night, I had a great late night conversation w/ roommate Garrett. This is the guy I've been praying for to be my roommate for a long time now. God's given him a great understanding and BEST of all, he has God's heart for reaching the world for Him. I don't care about what I'm going to do for a career today. Something involving playing guitar & Spanish songs to chillins. Hey, I don't care, Lord, give me a straight path from my trusting in you, and I'll run with a passion "through the fields of forgiveness and grace" but right now there are some hard times ahead.

Today was an exciting day really. I got to sleep my tired body in, having many dreams. Waking up, wondering what's happened so far today, I heard the beckoning of my heart from Him again, and I returned to Proverbs where He waits to remind me "Trust in the Lord...In all your ways acknowledge Him."

Remembering how young I am has been a hard, sweet reality. I've got sooo much growing yet to do, and I have been waking up to some things that need to happen regarding that.

If you think to pray for me, please pray that God would continue to open my eyes, and give me the courage to do what He wishes.

I pray for you too, when you request, and when the Holy Spirit puts you on my heart.

Wow, growing happens.

I feel free today :)

see you later,

>Brian

Today is Wednesday, August Twenty-Fourth of 2005

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 19:43:28 GMT

College was good today :)

Hard classes, but likeable ones.
Little time, but time well spent.

Chapel was a fun experience, I was among those feeling the warm, fuzzy feeling when the guy announced that his troops returned safely from Iraq. He went to sit down and we all stood up. :) YA Patriotism!

Boy, it's been pretty baren lately on the postage side of things

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 13:56:40 GMT

July is turning out to be an eventful month! All things considered, it is shaping up to be the best July EVER! When I have a scrap of time, I shall fill you, my friends, in on my active activities. Until then, ttfn, and remember the people who seem hopeless -- pray for them.

God's in charge. Live large.

>Brian

Fireworks :)

Wed, 06 Jul 2005 05:01:59 GMT

HAPPY 4TH !!!

Here's how I spent it:

Brunch w/ extended fam, "Herbie: Full Throttle" with imidiate fam, fireworks w/ Marlys, Andrew and his g/f (where the fireworks resembled MANY things... care to elaborate, Marlys? :) :) ), and lastly I watched the "Independance Day" movie with Marlys and her folks :-) !!!

How about YOU?! Hope it was devine & celebratory :)

BYE

Shoot I'm wasting July

Sun, 03 Jul 2005 03:36:44 GMT

It's July second... and it's night time. Why am I just sitting here on my computer wishing I could be on an adventure?? Oh ya. I know why -- Paul came home from China and brought me back a samurai.

From shanghai

It's long, black, and shiny.

Now, I've never had a sword before (never needed on anywhere else but my imagination) and I now long to go on a far off adventure.

three main parts of a guys heart...

Happy weekend of the 4th!

Sat, 18 Jun 2005 06:51:07 GMT

**Yaaaaaaaawn**

OOFTA wow, what a busy week of work and play.

Now, Give me WEEKEND or give me death!

(what Patrick Henry would've said, had he been born in this 2005 America's day and age.