warm up playlist so far

Africa Day 14 (The Final Day :( )

Sunday May 23, 2010

Overwhelmed

God has chosen me to deliver His message. It is with great honor that I deliver this glorious message. I can’t believe I thought it was a burden that I was somehow forced into preaching the gospel.

Last day! Sad day. We spent almost the entire day in the airport or on an airplane. I was only supposed to sleep on the second plane from Dakar to DC because of the time change, but I ended up sleeping on the first plane ride as well, only for an hour or so. I got a first class ticket from Livingstone, Zambia to Johannesburg. It was nice. Then I sat next to Dan and George and Michael on the next two plane rides. I watched 4 movies: Invictus, Kicking and Screaming, Extraordinary Measures, and Princess and the Frog. I liked the first 3, but the Princess and the Frog wasn’t that good at all. Pretty disappointed. I tried to sleep but I could only sleep for a couple hours. We arrived in DC about 6:40am, then we hopped on a plane bound for Tampa. I sat next to Libbs. We finally arrived in Tampa. It was sad to see everyone leave, but it truly was an unforgettable experience with an amazing group of people. They all will have a very special place in my heart.

Africa Day 13

Saturday May 22, 2010

Desperation

This world is desperate for deliverance. We must however, be fully surrendered in order to be used by God. It is more than saying it with your mouth. It means believing it with your heart, and acting it out with you life.

We woke up around 6:45. We were supposed to pray but I ran out of time. I gathered all the clothes and stuff to barter. I then went with the team to the 3 star breakfast. On the way we saw giraffes and zebras. My mouth was delighted with the breakfast. We then went to Vic Falls. I had my $1 poncho from Wal-Mart that did what it was designed to do. The walkway was covered in algae so it was difficult to walk on. However, the algae made for a great slide across the bridge. Afterwards we went to the market and had a great day of bartering. I went with 52,000 Kuacha about $10.50. I had some clothes and stuff to barter. For that little amount, I got so much. After that, Kyla and I went to the gorge swing that we missed out on yesterday. Like the bungee, I got pretty nervous when I was up there. But once we jumped it was so fun. Kyla and I were freefalling, like Tom Petty, for 4 seconds. Then we went to Hungry Lion, and I got a jungle burger with cheese. Then we went back to the base for debriefing that took entirely too long. We talked about everything that had happened. Then I helped Libbs, and Michael with some finance hw. The dinner was amazing too. I went to bed closely afterwards. I took a shower then went to bed.

Africa Day 12

Friday May 21, 2010

Abandoned

I no longer live, but Christ who lives in me. This trip I have really realized the authority God has placed on all of our lives. My faith has increased, because I have decreased. My life is abandoned for Christ.

Today I slept in until about 7:30, and read Hebrews 10 and Colossians. God rocked me with his overwhelming supremacy. Then we ate and got on the bus to go to the bungee place. I started getting nervous when I looked out over the gorge from the restaurant above the bridge. I paid and got weighed. So I would have no choice but to do it. Michael, Stephen, and I headed towards the bridge. I got the harness on and started getting really nervous. I was 2^nd to jump after Michael. I was shaking in my little space boots. I came to the edge. He wasted no time. “Head up! Arms out!” He proclaimed. 5-4-3-2-1…BUNGI! I took my last breath and jumped. The first two seconds of freefall I was breathless. The last two I was screaming like a little girl. The bounce back was also a bit scary. But when all was said and done. It was the coolest experience in my life. I didn’t get to go on the gorge swing, because they lost power. But Kyla and I are going tomorrow… maybe I’ll get to go bungee jumping again tomorrow. Then we went to Hungry Lion (KFC) and had a mediocre chicken sandwich. The ice cream tested like frosting through. Pretty good. We then went to one of the most prestigious high schools in Zambia. We played some basketball. We won 2 and lost 1. Then we headed back to base. I tried to help Libbs and Michael with finance. It was a bit frustrating because for the life of me I could not make this stinking balance sheet balance. The dinner was good though, probably the best I had on base. It was this gumbo stuff…

“God doesn’t want your experience, He wants your abandonment.”—Derick (A leader from Overland)

Africa Day 11

Thursday May 20, 2010

Works

I may not know the impact my team and I have left this trip until we get to heaven, but I know we did the will of God. The sick were healed, the possessed were freed, the lost were found. I pray that they would be continually stirred and consumed by the fire living in each of them.

But it is not by works that we are saved, so no man can boast. Rather by grace. Jesus died once for all men. As I was reading Hebrews 11, the chapter on people of great faith, I noticed that they were all justified by faith. Their riches were in heaven. God has been preparing us all for that eternal resting place.

Breakfast was good… the usual, oatmeal and tea. Then I washed my laundry by hand for the first time. The washing part was pretty fun, however hanging the clothes up was quite the task with the wind blowing. I’m just glad to be blessed with a washer and dryer. Then Pastor Mike Metzger from South Africa brought a good word, it was more like a class than a chapel. He made some very good points. After the break I went to the edge of the gorge. I wrote a poem called Moments. It is about not taking opportunities for granted. Libby blessed my socks off today when she paid for me to go on a dinner cruise. It was so much fun. We saw hippos and an amazing sunset. She is such a blessing in my life. There are lots of people in my life that bless me in different ways. I suppose that’s why their in my life. When we got back we had worship for a little while then I said goodnight.

“God loves you not because you are lovely. He loves you because God is love. There is nothing you can do to make him love you less. There is nothing you can do to make him love you more.”

Moments

The wellspring of life passes under my feet

Its purpose blessed, life secure

The grass, tall, feathered, rooted, gently brushes

My leg to show me its existence

Its purpose blessed, life secure

The sun is warming my neck, giving me life

Its purpose blessed, life secure

These unnoticed moments are all around

Take time to reflect, and respond, in these moments.

Every moment is unique, learn to love them

Thank God for these moments

These moments are divine, how can I pass them away?

Like waves flowing through a gorge

Here for a moment, a drop of eternity… Then gone.

Live in these glorious moments from above.

My purpose blessed, my life secured

Our purpose blessed, our life secured

Africa Day 10

Wednesday May 19, 2010

Strength

Will I only know the Lords strength when I am weak? It seems to often that we only seek God in times of weakness. It seems like he is the closest then. The he is always close! On this trip I have really learned a lot on relying on God for my strength. I have also learned a lot about spiritual disciplines. Prayer, journaling, devotional, I have learned a great deal that I will take on for decades.

Today we woke up before the sun was up. I didn’t sleep to well. I had a stick that was under the tent, right in the middle of my back. It made sleeping a bit difficult. We got everything packed up and we were out of simondeli by 8:00. I slept until we got to Nyawa central. We dropped of one of our translators, Veronica. And got some more buns. I slept for most of the remaining trip as well. We stopped at Rhapsodies for lunch. It was a very refreshing treat to eat a cheeseburger and a cold fanta. I got some chocolate. Then we finished the drive back to base. Then we unloaded the trucks then took a SHOWER! The first one in a week. I don’t think that I have ever enjoyed a shower has ever felt so good in my life.

Africa Day 9

Tuesday May 18, 2010

Burdens

We all have burdens. But is it better to hold them in? Of course not, give them to God for His burdens are easy and His yoke is light. We were not made to live this life alone. Rather, live in community. So confide in your brothers or sisters so they will help you out.

This trip has taught me so much about living in community. Not only with my own team, but also the Zambians all live in community sharing each others burdens. They seem much happier and life is so much simpler. By American standards, they were living in poverty, but they had everything they needed. Money can’t buy happiness. Rather, Jesus and community is a perfect recipe for happiness. I am writing this a day late so hopefully I don’t leave out any important details. We woke up a little late, and had some oatmeal. I have grown very fond of oatmeal. We were supposed to leave at 8:00, but didn’t end up leaving until 9:30. We all started down separate paths, but all ended up at the same village. There were only 4 villagers, the rest were in the fields. I spoke on 1John 1:5. It was last minute, but God made it work. I have learned a lot on relying on God, and through we have free will, God really does have a lot of influence whether I realize it or not. It is better to realize it and give God glory than pass it along as coincidence. When we walked to a village about 90 min away we shared with them for about 30 min and prayed for them. Then we opened it up for questions. They had lots of questions on polygamy. The girls got a chance to pray for the women there. Then we started walking for another 90 min back to camp. It was very tiring without water. We got back and had lunch, Tuna salad pasta. It was good. We were scheduled to play at 13:00, but didn’t start until about 15:00. It was probably the best game so far. We went down 1-0, then tied it 1-1. Then they went up 2-1. Then just before half we tied it 2-2. Next we scored and went up 3-2, then they tied it 3-3. Then I scored the winning goal with about 15 min left on a set

piece at the top of the 18. The keeper was leaving far post open so I went for it. Sure enough… GOAL! We ended up winning 4-3. Glory. Then we had a village wide feast. I tried goat, and shima, and pumpkin leafs for the first time. I really only enjoyed the goat. OH the sweet potato chips, YUM I went to bed right after dishes were done. I was wiped out.

Africa Day 8

Monday May 17, 2010

Standards

We are called to a higher standard; a standard not of this world, but a heavenly standard. It is time to start living in this standard

We woke up about 7:00 and I didn’t sleep very well. We packed up our stuff and started driving. We stopped in Nyawa central to pick up some buns and tea. However, we only got buns, which was still delicious. We also got to meet the chief of Nyawa. It was a pretty awesome experience. He was a very important man, everybody, all the village’s headmen reported to him. Meeting him was a real honor. We then got back from our trip around 1:30. WE arrived to Chad and Anna Marie’s smiling faces. It was kind of sad saying goodbye to Chad, but I’m looking forward to seeing him in October. Then I took a serious nap before everybody got back. It was kind of hard to sleep on the truck, but it was needed. We didn’t really get a chance to minister to people yesterday, but we played with the kids for a while. They bring me so much joy. They found out that I was ticklish. They tag-teamed me. I had to make a truce with them which they promptly broke because they couldn’t speak English too well. I played some rocket ship with them. They were obsessed with my headlight. Light at night other than fire was a very rare sight, and light that could be turned on and off was fascinating to them. Then we had an incredible dinner, spaghetti, village chicken (which was a little tougher than normal chicken), sauce, amazing garlic bread and smores for dessert. Ah so good. I had a glorious night sleep as well.

Africa Day 7

Sunday May 16, 2010

Encourage

Lift up each other with words of encouragement. If one brother slips, do not point out his faults, but lift him up with words of life.

Today was another fun day of traveling for me. We (me, George, Bilton, Naida, Rachel, Derrik, and Jacob) traveled 3 hours from Simondeli to Secachopa. We had breakfast and packed up our stuff. I sat in the truck bed and fell asleep. It was glorious. We finally arrived at Secachopa and we started kicking it around. W played a game and won 1-0. We are now 2-0-1. After the match, Jacob spoke. He gave an amazing message of salvation. Not watered down at all! He gave a message on letting God in. Don’t wait until later to let God in. I am preaching tonight. I want God to speak through me. I have never preached before. So this will have to be God. I have a few verses on hope and perseverance. Then we cooked some left over chicken curry. It wasn’t as good as the first one, but food none the less. Naida and I shared some Fanta, ahh cold Fanta! Then we traveled to the church. They were still eating when we arrived. So we joined them around the fire. They gave us some maze. It tasted like a mixture of corn and popcorn. It was good. I met a boy named Elleos. Then we sent into the church. They worshiped and gave testimonies. Then it was my turn to speak. I think it went well, I don’t really know all the words but it went well.

“Jesus is coming back soon and anything that hinders His love will be destroyed.”—Jacob

Africa Day 6

Saturday May 15, 2010

Boldness

I pray for opportunities to minister to these people. May I discern the voice of God. I pray that I would be bold and unashamed.

We woke up around 7:00, and started preparing some shima porge. It was pretty good with peanut butter and sugar. We then had some worship songs. Then we went to the village of Watchula to share with them encouragement and to invite them to watch futbol and have a meeting. It was a glorious trip to Wachula. There was a girl that was healed of a tooth ache. Then we came back and had PBJ for lunch. Then we took the field to play against the Zambian team. It was a good game we were tied at half 2-2. Then we just took it to them in the second and won 7-2. But that was just a gateway to the meeting. George, Dan, and Heather spoke some awesome words on overcoming fear. Then Jack shared the gospel about accepting and believing in Jesus Christ through Love not fear of Hell. Amazing! There were probably 80 people that gave their lives to God. Then Jack asked if anybody needed healing or was sick. About 15-20 people needed healing. The first man I prayed for was complaining of a headache and so we (Chad and I) prayed for him for healing on his head. The Lord provided. He said that he was feeling better. Then he said he also had trouble breathing or chest pains. Possibly a demon the translator (Matthews) said. Chad and I again prayed and once again God breathed life into this mans body. He was breathing normal once again. There were also several other healings and people cast off their witchcraft bracelets. The team then started preparing dinner. Chicken Curry! The only thing I really enjoyed did was peel the potatoes, and not all that I was supposed to either. However, it turned out delicious. Many compliments. Then I had hot tea spilled all over my lap by Miss Aubrey. She kept saying “It spilled, it spilled, it spilled!” Then we had delicious custard with peaches and banana. Then I was getting ready for bed and I asked Sister Libby and sister Aubrey helped me bandage up my blisters. And got a foot massage as well. It felt very good. Then I said goodnight to Zambia.

Africa Day 5

Thursday May 13, 2010

Redeemed

I am a redeemed child of God, my future secure. I am writing this a day late, so I may be missing some details. But I woke up around 6:40, and started packing up the tent with Dan. We were the first to finish. We then packed up the truck with all the sleeping stuff. Then we had breakfast, oatmeal. It was delicious with milk, sugar, and syrup. After we ate we headed out passing Tsongwa and some other villages along the way. It was amazing to see the joy on their faces as we passed with nothing more than a smile and a wave. We shouted from the truck “MABUKABUTE” which means good morning. We stopped in town at Shoprite to get some snacks, and got some Hungry Lion for lunch. They had the best chips aka french fries in Zambia. Then we went on our way to Siamondeli. The road there was paved for about 15 percent of the trip. I was almost left behind once. The trucks had stopped, so I got out to go pee. I started writing my name and got to Andy Osbor and the trucks started moving. I didn’t have time to fasten my pants so I ran to catch up. I finally caught up and hopped in the truck. We traveled a little farther to Nyawa central to pick up another translator. While we were stopped we played a little futbol with the kids. They used a wad of plastic bags held together with rope as their soccer ball. Yet they were so happy. Dan, George, and I taught them the game tips. They loved it. From this point we were about 30-45 min drive from our final destination. What happens next starts an epic adventure. So we continue driving when all of a sudden the truck starts to pull hard to the left. STUCK! The truck was sitting at about 30 degrees. We tried digging it out but the drive shaft was stuck on the ground. We try and use the second truck to pull it out, but subsequently that also gets stuck. By this time it was dark so we weren’t going to make it to the village that day. Laura decides that we are going to set up camp right here in the middle of the African bush on the side of the road. She starts clearing some tall grass with her machete to make room for our tents. We start dinner, sloppy joes, around 9:00. During this waiting time George played some worship songs. It hit me that this is what it’s all about. This community we built on the side of the road is glorifying Jesus. Living together Glorifying Jesus. The stars are absolutely breathtaking without city lights or pollution to taint the atmosphere. I literally saw a large portion of the Milky Way. I washed some dishes then went to bed.

Africa Day 4

Wednesday May 12, 2010

Purpose

I lay my life down at Your feet. I want more of You and less of me. You are my only desire. You are all I hope for all of the days of my life. I am crucified with Christ, leaving everything pinned to the cross. Lord I pray that I would surrender all of myself and my purpose would be clearly revealed on this trip.

7am- I slept fairly well to which I was surprised. I had a dream that Kristina played professional baseball and was destroying the Yanks with bombs over right field. She also had really cool cars that she would drive on golf courses. Also George Bush was taking some pictures with some graduating seniors I knew. ___ really touched my heart last night when she was talking about some songs that she had written for her future children. I think it would be so cool write something like that for my future children or wife.

10am- Worship was great, there is not a cloud in the sky. We are just hanging around the table out back.

8pm- Earlier we were divided into groups we are dish crew first. The group is me Libbs, Lindsey, and Gabby. We washed dishes fore the trip tomorrow. We also had a glorious time playing futbol. It was humbling. It was challenging my motives for soccer. We had another awesome night of worship lead by George. We had some chicken curry for dinner with sweat tea. I am exited, so exited to minister to these people. Peace and love

Africa Day 3

Tuesday May 11, 2010

Faithfulness

God is faithful each and everyday. He provides my every need.

This morning we woke up at 1:30, everyone! All the guys were up in the room talking about the flight, the room, the girlfriends… then BANG, BANG, BANG “Can you guys shut your mouth!?” It was a very upset Libby banging on the adjoining door. I tried to fall asleep next to Dan, but I couldn’t fall asleep at all. So I went back to my bed and got a couple hours of sleep. Then we woke up at 5:40 to get some breakfast. We had Cornflakes with warm milk. It was surprisingly good. Dan did a Yum Yum peanut butter commercial. We then took a flight to Livingston, Zambia. The airport had one terminal and everybody took the stairs onto the tarmac. This flight I sat next to Libbs and we listened to worship and talked. Then the pilot took us over the Falls, Victoria Falls, one of the 7 wonders of the world. It was amazing. Once in Livingstone we met up with Laura, Derrik and Jack our leaders. Then we went to exchange money. Some of the locals tried to get me to buy a copper bracelet. Then we stopped and had some food. Steers is like a McDonalds but not as good. Then it was about an hour to the base. I was awestruck when I saw and heard the power of the rushing Zambezi River below. Chad and I played some futbol with Derrik and Jack. Then we had a delicious plate of Spaghetti and meat sauce and salad. Then we had a time of prayer and worship. It was awesome to see the Spirit working in all of our lives. Oh earlier I watched, in my opinion, the best sunset in the world. It only took about 10 min, but time seemed to stand still.

Fun Fact: Naida and Karla had never flown before this trip

Africa Day 2

Monday May 10, 2010

Being Unashamed

I have the Holy Spirits power. I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I pray that I don not let anything come between Your message to these people.

Today started off on a plane from Dakar, Senegal at 9. The plane ride wasn’t too bad; I slept for like 3 hours. We got to Joburg and waited for this taxi thing to pick us up. The airport was all about the World Cup; everywhere I turned there was FIFA something. We are staying the night. It is crazy to think that I am in South Africa…in a hostel in Johannesburg. It was different driving to the hostel on the other side of the road. I am already thankful for my room

Fun Fact: Aubrey knows sign language

Africa Day 1

Sunday May 9, 2010

Expectations

Leave all expectations at the door? I have never been on a trip so I am not sure what to even expect. Today has been an adventure on its own. The trip to the airport I started getting a little anxious. I was comforted by knowing that this was God’s will and I will do extraordinary things while I am there. The plane ride from Tampa to DC wasn’t bad at all. The last 30 min or so was pretty bumpy though. I like it though. We almost missed our light from D.C. to Dakar though because Anna Marie, Naida and Karla decided to walk to the other side of the terminal to get food. It was the first time I ran through the airport. I couldn’t find them I was running everywhere and the flight was scheduled to leave in 15 min. There names were being called but no sign of them. Finally they arrive, just in the nic of time. The South African Airlines flight was amazing. I sat in row 71 seat D next to George and near Anna Marie and Naida. Chad later joined us to watch some movies. I was calling everybody on the seat to seat phone. Pretty cool. I watched Toy Story 2, Monsters inc. On a sad note, I let them take Aub’s bag… little did I know that it was full of food. I felt bad because she won’t get it until we get to South Africa.

Fun Fact: George is black and left handed

Work Cited

Crenshaw, James. "A New Translation with Introduction and Commentary." Joel. 1st. 1. New York: Doubleday, 1995. Print

Hubbard, David. Joel & Amos. Dowerns Grove: InterVarsity Press, 1989. Print.

Joel Interpretation

Though the entire book of Joel is something I enjoyed reading, for my interpretation I am going to focus on Chapter 2 verses 18-32. During my initial reading of Joel earlier in the semester I found the first part depressing, but the second part uplifting. I came to realize through further reading there is so much more this prophetic book has to offer. I guess that is true with any piece of literature. To really grasp the fullness of Joel, I had to read and reread. I also consoled the aid of several books including The Anchor Bible on Joel, the Hebrew-Greek Study Bible, and Introduction and Commentary for Joel and Amos.

Judah, the setting for the book, is devastated by a vast horde of locusts. This invasion of locusts destroys everything—the fields of grain, the vineyards, the gardens and the trees. Joel symbolically describes the locusts as a marching human army and views all of this as divine judgment coming against the nation for her sins. The book is highlighted by two major events. One is the invasion of locusts and the other the outpouring of the Spirit. The initial fulfillment of this is quoted by Peter in Acts 2 as having taken place at Pentecost. This summary was provided by gotquestions.com.

From my discernment, the book is divided into two main sections; The invasion and devastation of the locusts, and the coming of the Spirit. There are several themes; however the common theme that Joel seems to be centered on is the ‘day of YHWH’. (Crenshaw 47) After reading it several times more, I can see that Joel uses present day threats and catastrophe in Judah of the locust to better describe the future day of the Lord. He calls his people to repent and turn to God. The second half of the book, the part I am focusing on, is the Divine speech. This speech proclaims the restoration of the plague-damaged land of Judah. I am captivated by the use of metaphors and descriptive language in this prophetic word. For example verse 20 says “But I will remove the northern army from you, and I will drive it into a parched and desolate land, and its vanguard into the eastern sea…” The army being described could be the swarms of locusts that caused such great misery, although locusts usually approach from the east or southeast. (Crenshaw 151) I have done some reading of these scholarly writings and interpretations of Joel, and I am fascinated to realize how timeless scripture truly is. I am truly awed by the hope and elegant poetry that this book has, although it starts of depressing if you will. I chose to focus on this section because this is the turning point for the book of Joel. This now turns to the prophesy by Joel, the promise of better days, and the Day of the Lord.

Afterward in verse 28 does not specifically point to end times, but rather just establish the chronological sequence between the two stages. (Hubbard 68) “The difference between the two stages is not that the first is material and the second spiritual but the first is the restoration of old damage and the second is the inauguration of a new era in God’s dealing with his people.” (Hubbard 68) I find that we may often miss the point if we are reading for information or to cross it off the to-do list. I have really realized the importance of slowing down and rereading. Although lectio divina is a wonderful exercise, I think some key information can be missed without seeking expert commentary. Granted, there are some very liberal commentaries that take things a little too literal. I have spent the last week in these three chapters of Joel and got so many answers, however there are so many questions still. I guess it is like Corrigan said that questions that require answers are not deep enough; rather questions you must sit with and wrestle with are questions that will give you a better answer.

The exercise we did for class was one of the times I questioned professor Corrigan’s teaching methods. However, I was quickly silenced the next day when we brought our paintbrushes and supplies to class. The painting I did was mediocre at best, but it really brought the literature to life. If I got the most out of a single exercise it would be the painting of the scene of Joel, it focused on a specific portion of Joel. It is kind of like every piece of literature. To really understand, I must sit with the text and engulf myself in it.

To wrap things up, Joel can be interpreted in several ways but from my best reading and rereading and lectio divina study of the book; this is the best I could come up with. It was also helpful to console the help of James Crenshaw and David Hubbard. I am no expert on interpreting Old Testemement text’s, so those two were very helpful. I took from this prophesy that no matter what destruction or heartache you may be experiencing, the Lord will soon rescue you. For it says in Joel chapter 2 verse 32 “And it will come about that whoever calls on the name of the Lord will be delivered…

PASS

I am using my second Pass! I forgot about the blog that was due today.

Today I took a trip to the Alliance for Independence, an educational and skills facility to help people with a range of mental disabilities. It brought me so much joy to see people with disabilities making the most of what they have. It frustrates me to see and hear fully functioning people complain about life, and how terrible it can be when they have full mobility of their mind. I believe this trip helped me connect with the text that parallels this field trip. I pictured Lucien as J.B., the snack counter employee. It was awesome to see them making some money with either the snack bar or employee benefit packages for Publix. I seemed to realize the need for government funding, because apparently there are some days that they do not get to come to AFI due to lack of transportation. There facilities were functional, but definitely use some improvements. I though it was funny that all of Professor Corrigan's questions related to government funding. I would not be opposed to giving them the money that they needed, but I know that money is not an unlimited resource. So when money is given to them, it must be taken away from somebody else who may need it. However, I really did enjoy this field trip. It brought this play to life. I am a very visual person. I learn better by seeing things, rather imagining their voice and movements. It was great to have that opportunity today. I think it will be interesting to see the play The Boys Next Door at Theater Winter Haven. It was the first piece of literature that I would have read, watched, and experienced. I would like to volunteer, however the process is fairly extensive. so she recommended coming to the big events, because the volunteer training is very minimal. Overall, this was a great personal experience and literary experience.

quick sketch

I wish we could have taken camera's in, but this is a rough sketch of the painting i wrote a poem on. You will probably see the real thing and just laugh at mine. in my defense i only had a blue pen, and nothing to draw on... the colored in part is supposed to be a shadow...

Day at the Museum and Poem

"I went to the Polk Museum of Art for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes." I actually stayed for a little over an hour. I had my favorite parts, as well as my not so favorite parts. I did not care fore the Central American art, although I did successfully put the puzzle together. I was amazed at the high school section. They had incredible paintings, photographs, and watercolor paintings. I wrote my poem on an oil painting titled Glenn by Cory McCullough. It struck me the emotion that he was able to convey though the painting. I sat and stared at it for about 10 minutes, and found something new each moment. There was some art that I thought was just incredible the amount of time and effort it must have taken to complete it. For example, there were two puff paint painting that I just marveled at, only because I know how extremely difficult it is to work with puff paint. There was also a painting next to those that was painted on hand made paper. How in the world would you make paper, and why would you want to? The upstairs was pretty cool too. Except the pottery lying on the ground, I wanted to turn it right side up every time I looked at it. I really enjoyed the pictures of the families all around the world. It made me realize how fortunate I am when some people’s future wish is to just stay alive. Overall it was a great experience that I had no idea I was so close too, and especially since it was free. I will probably go back when they have the other exhibit open. I went to the Dali Museum in St. Pete last year and it was great because there was a guide to explain some key points and figures in the paintings. It was larger than the Polk Museum, but it was a farther away.

A Hope to Cling to

Dark shadows over come

A boy in despair.

His eyes fixed upward

Perhaps to a father

Or a hope to cling to

His face screams a feeling of insignificants

A feeling of unworthiness.

Shadows darken the boys already black face

He seeks purpose, joy, strength.

He seeks a hope to cling to.

His eyes on the brink of tears,

Lips quiver

Ready to give up.

Fear is oppressing him.

Afraid to be noticed

Afraid of failing

Afraid of surrender

Seeking a greater cause

On the brink of collapse

Crushed by injustice of society

Desperate for a greater love

His heart screams out

“FATHER”

He finds new hope

Christ in you the hope of Glory

He clings to this hope.

"Constant Awareness"

While reading Darkness, Questions, Poetry, and Spiritual Hope there were several statements and quotations that struck me. Overall, the essay was very well written. It did not bring up questions with answers but rather questions with more questions. Which brings me to my first quote by Lawrence Freeman; “We should make sure we have truly heard the question, before trying to get the answer right… Important questions create silence.” I really pondered that statement and discovered that I do not like these questions. We are such an immediate gratification generation that sitting with question, really pondering a question is not on very high demand. I noticed that when I read slower, and read in search of questions, I tend to connect with the text on more of a personal level. On the other hand, when I read for understanding and answers, it becomes harder to understand transitively less enjoyable. Next is a quote from Thomas Merton who calls us “to live in constant awareness” of darkness. As a child I was very naïve to the darkness around me, and thought that my parents had a perfect marriage, and the world would always be looking out for my best interest. Once that false reality became apparent to me I could not avoid this “constant awareness”. I then became very pessimistic and thought there was no good left in the world. Thankfully today, that is not the case. I notice more and more each day the inherent beauty of all things; this beauty that is in every plant, and animal, and noise, and thought. Darkness isn’t really darkness at all, merely the absence of light. So as long as there is darkness in the world, our purpose (in spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ) is incomplete, but one day God’s promise (bring heaven to earth) will be complete and darkness will cease to exist. I kind of got off a tangent there, but this essay really taught me to slow down, and grasp each moment of beauty or darkness. It taught me, whether intended or not, to not expect answers to come so easily, and search for meaning for myself.

Pass

Pass, I failed to remember my blog post. I plan on contributing more of my efforts next week.

Living in Unison

Living in Unison

Wind vibrates my ears.

The cardinal’s squawk beckons my attention.

Pine leaf’s shuffle back and forth,

Calling out to my eager ears.

Living in unison.

The red ant crawls up my arm with insurmountable odds.

My thoughts dangle in the restless sounds of nature.

Clouds scamper across the sky.

Moving together

Like a flock of unhindered birds

Meeting to say hello.

Living in unison.

The grass holds me up,

Ticking my arms and legs for my attention.

Each strand working just as hard as the other.

Living in unison

One body, working together,

Each beckoning an eager ear, an eager eye,

Building a community,

Living in unison.

Lake Bonny Park

“I went to Lake Bonny Park and stayed there for 40 min.” I actually stayed a little over an hour. I went with a pretty awesome friend. So it made the trip that much better. However, she did not have to do the assignment. I recently went to Lake Bonny Park, Thursday in fact, for a small picnic. We sat quietly amongst the frolicking children. As we watched we took pictures, and caught up on each others lives. It was a great time. So this time I kind of knew my way around the park. We first walked out to the dock that overlooks Lake Bonny only to discover a group laying on the wooden boards. So we walked back to our original location, the lush open space of a nicely manicured soccer field. The sun was out, but it was not particularly hot. There were just enough clouds in the sky to look at. One of the coolest things I saw was looking directly at the sun through the clouds. They were just thick enough to look at the sun, but not too thick to blot out the perfectly circular ball of fire. We sat in silence for about 20-25 minutes. As she read, I watched, listened, felt, smelt, all the things going on around me. I took note of every detail, even the smallest ant that was crawling up my arm. After the time was up, we just sat there and talked. We talked about the future, and the past, and our weeks. It was a great time. I will definitely go back soon. I also feel like the park is a great place to observe nature. I was amazed at how everything seemed to work in such perfect harmony. I liked this field trip a lot more than the cemetery one. Although like I learned, everything has its place and this just happens to placed a little higher on my liking scale than the cemetery.

Learn to be Astonished

“I know a lot of fancy words. I tear them from my heart and tongue. Then I pray.” This is the first recognition of the Lord from Mary Oliver’s book Thirst. I am guilty of trying to pray these elaborate prayers to try and somehow impress God with my extensive use of synonyms. This quote really arrested my heart for how many insincere some of my prayers seemed. It really is about a genuine surrendered heart that desires to do the Lords will. That needs to be my prayer. Interactive learning has really helped me fully understand the literature we are reading. When we read the poem outside, though some of the ducks and trees were distracting, I could see everything working in harmony. I liked Mary’s other poem Messenger as well. There was a line that said “Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.” I interpreted this quote as nothing I really accomplish is because of me. All good things come from God. So my work is to stand there and be a willing vessel and let God do what he does best, Amaze people. I think it can also mean that sometimes our lives get caught up in the hurried lifestyle, and there needs to be a time to just reflect and be still. I did something of that sort when we had class on the dock. I notice small details that I never would have noticed. For example, ducks fly extremely close to the water when they are taking off. Wind waves are created from the up and down motion of the ducks wings. I am really looking forward to writing my own nature poem, especially when I noticed how creative I can be with my character based short story.

This Blessed House

Each person is made up of three main parts; the core, the inner-self, and the outer-self. Each of which bears a different percentage of who that person is. For example, the outer self bears the least weight, only about one percent. Basically, what a person does is not who a person is. A large percentage of a person’s being is made up of the inner-self. The inner-self is what a person stands for, his or her beliefs or values if you will. The last part is the core, in other words, you in God. Whether you would admit it or not, God is the sustaining force in every person’s life. Each breath, He fills up my lungs. The illustration given in class was that of an iceberg, or the earth. The Blessed House has two very different characters, Twinkle and Sanjeev, both of which are Muslims. The two had just moved into a house with Christian relicts in very obscure places. As Twinkle discovers new paraphernalia, parts of their inner and outer-self are being revealed. Twinkle is very open and curious to how they got into the vinegar pantry, or in the pipes underneath the sink. On the other hand, Sanjeev views them all as rubbish that needs not be on display. Sanjeev could just be firm in his Muslim beliefs, which reveals his some of his inner-self. While, Twinkle views the artifacts as unique art pieces that should be on display, or sold. I think this reveals some of her outer-self, because she wants people to notice them, and perhaps make a judgment on her outer-self. As the two develop further, I learned about myself and how much emphasis I put on my outer-self. As I age, my outer self will fade, while my inter-self will continue to develop. That is why relationships built on heartfelt conversations last way longer than the surface level relationships.

Pie Eating Contest

Walking in I saw two bags of food that I could not make out quite what was in the bags. Later, it was determined to be a peach pie, and a blueberry pie. I should have know the professor was up to something. I just could not put my finger on it. Then, Professor Corrigan asked for any volunteers to compete in a “pie eating contest”. Everybody seemed either hesitant or full. I was the latter. I had just finished lunch. However, Brian was an eager contestant, and claimed the peach pie for the taking. The only rule was that there was to be no talking, and one timer. The two contestants sat back to back and began. Brian began at a steady pace, continually shoveling peach pie into his oral cavity. On the other hand, Professor Corrigan took out a plate, a cup for coffee (I think), and cut out a sliver of pie. I was pondering why he was going so slowly. I thought to myself “he’s never going to win at that pace.” After about 6-8 min, Brian showed signs of struggles, and just threw the left over crust in the garbage. All the while Professor Corrigan still had more than ¾ of his pie to eat. After everyone returned to their seat, he asked “who won?” There was mixed responses for both Brian and Professor. “Brian won because he was finished first!” someone proclaimed. “No Professor Corrigan won, because he enjoyed it and savored each bite.” Another said. Professor put it in the way that Brian was a plot based story, where the purpose is for entertainment. And Professor Corrigan was a character based story, where the purpose is to really relish as the character develops. So there is no real winner, just a different way to look at it. That seems to be the theme for literature. Yet again, Professor Corrigan had crafty something planned up his sleeve.

Character Based Short Story

A Day in the Life of Geoffrey Yerffoeg
By Andy Osborn

“Good morning Geoffrey” was quietly whispered into the ear of barely conscious Geoffrey by his mother just after sunrise. As he awoke, he stretched out his limbs and struggled to gain his balance. After a restful nights sleep, his hair had settled into a mohawk atop the dome of his head. Geoffrey had legs that seem to go on for days, and freckles that covered him head to toe. Geoffrey looked just like his mother, and his father. The only thing that really set Geoffrey apart was his smile. The Yerffoeg’s were vegetarians, but that seemed to be the norm where he grew up. “Breakfast is outside whenever you get hungry” Mrs. Yerffoeg said. “I’m not hungry ma” replied Geoffrey with a sense of nervous anticipation of what lay ahead in the day. Today was not just any day, but a very very special day. Today Geoffrey had a photo shoot, but not just any photo shoot; he was to be featured on the cover of a magazine. This company loved his smile, like most that he met, and wanted to make him the marketable face of the company. Geoffrey finally made it outside as the sun was just rising over the tops of the trees causing him to squint and wrinkles to blanket his face. His eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight, as they did he saw his mother staring back with unconditional love written all over her face. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great.” Those were comforting words from Geoffrey’s mother that calmed the palpitating heart of Geoffrey. The great thing about mothers is they always find the right words to say. A white van approaches to take Geoffrey and his mother to the shoot. “I’M NOT GOING!” Geoffrey demanded. After several attempts to bribe Geoffrey, she pauses then proclaims “Do it for Gino”. She could not help it. It just seemed to roll out of her mouth; she tried to catch the words with her exceptionally long tongue, but failed. It was the last straw. Geoffrey’s eyes widened and mouth dropped. Growing up, Geoffrey was very timid, soft spoken, and always seemed to be underappreciated because his brother’s success. His brother was a performer, and a dazzling one at that. He would put on a show every time he took the stage. Crowds would flock from all across the country to see Gino perform. Women would leave in tears, and adolescents teens would wait for hours just to get in a picture the Gino. Until the day, the day that changed the Yerffoeg’s lives forever. Gino was performing at his usually time 12:00pm, but this week he was trying a new, more challenging routine. Everything seemed to be going according to plan, when all of a sudden during his Goragon Full to Slap Slap Shhh Daddy, the hardest move in his routine; “CRACK!” Gino’s leg snaps, a horrific moan exits Gino’s mouth, and a simultaneous gasp from nervous spectators. The sound of silence filled the stadium, and people began praying as the medical team rushed to try and subdue the injured performer. This would be Gino’s last performance, and his last day alive. A broken leg might as well be a death sentence. His family mourned for weeks, and vowed never to mention his name again. Gino was Geoffrey’s roll model and mentor. Flash forward 5 years. “What did you say?” Geoffrey stated. “You heard me” his mother replied, “now lets get in the van.” The pair began yelling, and aimlessly trying hold back tears, but that didn’t last long. The two embraced and spent several minutes weeping into each others necks. The two walked side by side to the van, reminiscing of the good o’le days. They finally arrive at the destination, an abandoned warehouse filled with lights, umbrellas with lights in them, shiny round sun blockers, a photographer, make-up artists, and costume designers, a whole community waiting for Geoffrey. Geoffrey put on his T-shirt, and white gloves. Standing before him was twelve kids all of which filled with joy or are exceptionally good at faking a smile. Geoffrey stared into the camera, flashed his heart-melting smile and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. KATICH, the flash burst and lens snapped. Onlookers began tearing up, because they were looking at a bright future. Hours later, the cover is complete and a star is born. The van takes Geoffrey and his mom back to their residence. On the way back, Geoffrey is struggling to stay awake. His eye lids feel like anchors pulling down on his eyes. His mom walks him out of the trailer, struggling to keep his balance; he zonks out in the middle of the field under his favorite tree. “Goodnight Geoffrey, I love you” was whispered softly to the perked ears of Geoffrey by his mom. Later Geoffrey becomes the face of Toys-R-Us. His unmistakable smile and white glove capture the hearts and wallets of millions of children and parents across the United States. The magazine shoot he did not want to go to changed his life forever. Though small and insignificant at the time, He turns into the greatest star of the late 19th and into the 20th century. No matter how distraught Geoffrey was, he had a gift, and he used his gift to reach millions of people. Can’t we all reflect Geoffrey from time to time?

Spring Break

Spring Break is one of my favorite breaks. If not my favorite, definitely top five. The well-needed break comes just before I am burned out of school. The break has the best weather in my opinion, not too hot and not too cold. This break was no exception, except for the monsoon we drove back in on Friday. My week was full of rest and relaxation. My friends and I took a trip to Collier-Seminole State Park near Naples for a week of camping. I grew up camping in the mountains and parks of Colorado, so this was somewhat of a new experience, however just as enjoyable. We did so many enjoyable activities like a nature walk, canoeing, campfire stories, smores, Mandy’s camp concoction (which was delicious) , Catch Phrase, Hoopla, Jet Ski around Marco Island, and barely knowing the time. If all of these things are not good enough, doing it with five other amazing people made it that much sweeter. The things I did not enjoy were the vampire-mosquitoes that could not resist my B+ blood, and the incomplete Sudoku puzzles that tempted me for days. The old people at the campsite were so nice too. It seemed to be the ideal place to read Joel to the trees again, however that did not happen. But if I were to read Joel aloud again, that place would be ideal. It was quiet, and peaceful. Overall, this break was not the typical Spring Break for most college students around the country, but that is ok, because I had an amazing time, and did not need drugs, or alcohol to do it. I think it would have been cool to go to places like Daytona or Panama City, and minister to other college students who have not heard the truth. I think that is my goal for next year.

Sonny’s Blues is a fictional essay of sorts by James Baldwin based around the life of the narrator and his younger brother Sonny. The two grew up in Harlem, New York, but Sonny left and now returned. Sonny is a jazz musician who struggles with heroin on occasion. The story shows a lot about the fragility of humans. For example, Sonny, and the narrator’s father is forever changed after the death of his brother. One night, his brother is hit by a speeding car full of white men. From then on he see’s every white man as the one who killed his brother. There are several other references to death in this essay. For example, the narrator’s little two-year old daughter Gracie dies from Polio. Also Sonny’s dad dies when he is just fifteen. But among all this turmoil in sonny’s life he remains hopeful in his music. As we were discussing Lectio Divina in class, a phase reminded me to be hopeful amongst the turmoil. “Sonny’s fingers filled the air with life, his life. But that life contained in so many others…that he could help us be free if we would listen, that he would never be free until we did.” That combination quote from page 409 really struck me, because of the tone and imagery that I took from it. As well as the power of music specifically jazz music had on this era. It still has a great deal of affect now, however music then was monumental because of the social injustice going on at the time. So Sonny’s fingers really did fill the air with life. Also during the Lectio Divina time, we were asked to write out a prayer. I wrote a prayer down basically thanking God for this life that He’s given to me. And that I would be able to impact people’s life’s though my gifts such as soccer in order that they may have life.

The Imaginary Invalid

"I attended Southeastern's production of The Imaginary Invalid and watched the entire play." Bravo! Bravo! That was my reaction to the first half of the play. My face and abs were sore from laughing so hard. I was rather confused for the first 20 minutes or so, because unlike a movie, there was no preview to have an idea of what’s to come. I probably should have read the introduction in the pamphlet. This play was the last play ever written by Moilere. It was about a hypochondriac seeking a doctor for her daughters hand in marriage. I really enjoyed the rock opera duet put on by Cleante and Angelique. I was confused, yet intrigued for the majority of the play. However, I thought the director and actors and actresses did a phenomenal job of entertaining the audience during the three or four scenes prior to intermission. However, the second half of the play just did not keep my attention. Whether it was more story development or what, but I thought there were extra scenes that didn’t really accomplish much. For example the whole maid turns into a doctor skit just did not interest me. It thought it was very childish, and seemed to drag on for too long. I also wished I would have looked up what invalid meant before I watched the play, because it would have made it a lot easier to understand. For example, why they were speaking pig Latin, or why the maid and doctor were the same person. I guess that was part of the quirky humor, but I did not think it was funny. Plays are a unique way to interact with the text. It offers the director’s engagement with the text as well as some of the individual actors of play. I like the fact that it was live and I feel like that is true acting. Ideas I have rarely come out how I imagined so congratulations to director Nixon.

This week i chose to paint a picture as a reflection on my day at the cemetery. The painting is a metaphor for faith. Because where there death (the cemetery), there is new life (the tree). Jesus calls us to die to ourselves, and who ever looses his life will find it. The painting is also based on Walt Whitman's poem "When Lilacs Last the Dooryard Bloom'd" The picture doesn't do the painting justice, so i will bring it to class tomorrow.

Blogging on Blogging

Prior to this class I was unfamiliar with blogging. I always thought blogging was something people did to complain, or naysay a product or person. However my view of blogging has changed since taking this class. Blogging is a way to express your emotions through a continuous thought of a specific topic. Blogging to me is less formal and more emotional. Blogging seems like a public journal, which is both good and bad I think. The good side of that is other people can come into agreement with your thoughts. As well as elaborate on your thoughts to help you understand a different perspective. Blogging also opens avenues to express yourself, and show your personality. That journaling does not offer. The bad thing about blogging, well not bad, just different, is journaling is more intimate.

I think that blogging with an emphasis on literature certainly helps with understanding the literature being discussed. In order to fully complete the blogging prompt, a reread of the text is necessary. This reread helps develop a deeper understanding to the text. I am starting to understand that there is a method to Professor Corrigan’s madness. As weird as it is reading to trees, painting, visiting a graveyard, they all force me to think deeper in to the meaning, and feeling the author was feeling. The literature experiment is the catalyst for my change in feeling. In a similar way, commenting on another person’s blog help me connect with their feelings.

Sometimes I feel like these blogging assignments are just busy work. Especially when I remember I have a blog due by midnight and its late Sunday or late Tuesday night. My work usually shows my rushed efforts. However, for the most part I have really enjoyed blogging my opinions. It put a new spin, yet again, on my outlook towards literature.

Cemetery proof

There is little doubt as to my whereabouts in this picture, but in all honesty this was taken as we were leaving the cemetery. This picture was made possible by the swift memory of Alex, and my handy camera phone.

When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd

Today we took a field trip to a local cemetery to reread a portion of Walt’s poem “When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d”. For me, it brought the literature to life. Since the poem was based around the death of Abraham Lincoln, and the Civil War, It brought the text to life. I feel like Walt could have written the poem in a cemetery, because of the vivid imagery used to describe his feelings. O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? “And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?” It brought a new dimension to the text, because I don’t have to imagine what this would look like, because I am standing in the middle of it. Not the exact one, but all cemeteries are very similar. As we were leaving, I wondered if anyone buried here had a poem written about them.

Reading out loud made me realize how unique Walt Whitman’s writing is, because he strings together words that I am not used to. I found myself stumbling on some of the phrases, and having to read and reread stanzas to try and just say the words in the correct order. “And the streets, how their throbbings throbb’d, and the cities pent—lo! then and there,” Walt is a fantastic writer, it’s just difficult to understand his verbiage sometimes. Similar to The Traveling Onion, I understood the message and context more the second time I read it, then more so when I asked questions, and read it aloud.

But overall, I think the trip helped me understand the context of the poem better. "I went to the Lakeview, Roselawn and Tiger Flowers cemetery complex for this fieldtrip, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes." However, I didn’t have a camera, so I took a picture with my phone, so hopefully I can send it to my e-mail somehow.

The Traveling Onion

Friday’s class helped shatter my preconceived notions about literature, specifically poetry, and helped me develop a process in understanding it better. First I used to think everything the author meant had to be understood the first time it was read. That unfortunately just isn’t true. Also, I thought the text meant one thing, and that was the authors meaning. That was also disproved in Friday’s class, because The Traveling Onion can be taken literally, or figuratively. The process we used was similar to the scientific method for conducting experiments.

My initial reaction was based on the premise of not taking things for granted. C.S. Lewis writes “When you consider the immense number of meetings and fertile unions between ancestors which were necessary in order that you should be born, you perceive that it was once immensely improbable that such a person as you should come to exist: but once you were here, the report of your existence is not in the least bit incredible.” I can relate this back to the onion that traveled so far to make it to this stew today. It wasn’t until we did the second step, asking questions, did I start to understand the point. I was confused on the lines “commenting on the texture of meat or herbal aroma but never on the translucence of onion,” Andrew help me understand a different view on the importance of the small things in life. The onion is a very small, but crucial in adding flavor to the meat and stew. That was the third step in the experiment, getting another view point. I understood the poem better after these three steps. But the crucial step I missed before that step was to reread the poem. Rereading is so important. Like any form of literature whether it would be music, movies, or books. The second and third time is far more important than the first, because the first time is just read to get the main points and what it’s about. It isn’t until the second and third time that you start to pick up on small details like subtle glances. Then we reread the poem again, however it was aloud. Then we discussed it as a group. This was good to hear everybody’s differing views on the same texts.

Overall, I thought it was a very effective and helpful exercise, and I will implement this experiment for all the future texts that I read

Joel...Gods Faithfulness

Monday’s class was very peculiar for the first twenty minutes, because I did an exercise that I had never done before. I was asked to go find a quite place on campus and read a portion of Joel. This minor prophet of the Old Testament has a very unique way of blending poetry with the God-breathed message that need to be portrayed. He uses many similes and metaphors to explain what nature is doing. Anyway, back to what I did on Monday; I found a quite place, the Valencia courtyard, and proclaimed a portion of the second chapter of Joel to the listening trees and shrubbery. They were a fairly good audience, because they didn’t finish my speech with window shaking boo’s that usually ensue after I speak. As weird as it seemed talking to trees, I liked the feeling I got from proclaiming the words of the Lord out loud. I am really exited to paint in class tomorrow. Especially with the imagery I got from reading and rereading Joel. I’m not an especially good painter, so this will be interesting. Crayons are my medium of choice.

The book is filled with such dramatic language as “Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and it has the fangs of a lioness.” This is vivid, and perfect for painting. Joel is a reminder of God’s faithfulness. Though they are going through severe drought and famine, God promised it would get better. Then, later in the second chapter; God does exactly what He says. “Behold, I am going to send you grain, new wine and oil, and you will be satisfied in full with them;” Completely honest, trust was a great hindrance in my relationship with God. I knew He had so much planned for me, but I was afraid to surrender fearing that the outcome was out of my hands. I like being in control, and that’s not how it works. To say I’m completely there would be a lie, because I’m learning to trust God more and more each day. He meets every need, and the book of Joel is a fresh reminder of this.

Things to Carry.

The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brian is an intriguing story for several reasons. I thought it very interesting about the specific weight of all the items. Why would they include specific weights for everything they carried? Perhaps it was because of the setting of the book. A platoon of soldiers deployed into the Vietnam War are just taking over villages and burning them for a “bigger cause”. The Vietnam War to me and I’m sure others was a pointless period of America’s history. Not in the sense to demean the soldiers who did serve and give their lives for our country, rather the fact that War accomplished very little. I think the author uses the weights to show how un-epic the war was for this group of soldiers. They had so much time on their hands to weigh items. I appreciate their willingness to serve. They seem to carry things that mean to most to them… deep thought right.

If I had a knapsack, what would I carry in it? What 3 things mean the most to me? The Bible is the obvious choice; however I don’t want to play town the importance of the Bible. This one-pound eight ounce masterpiece would get me though anything I can imagine. It would certainly get me through a mission in the jungle. I would also carry a photograph of my family. Not because I will forget what they look like, but to remind me that there will always be people that love me, and that I can see again. The last thing I would carry a soccer ball. Soccer seems to be a way to connect with everybody in the world. I’m sure the Vietnamese people would surrender for an hour or two to play a quick game. These seemingly trivial choices really mean a great deal to me, and cant imagine living a life without them.

Death

Death is a topic that my finite mind has trouble understanding. It for many years of my life was a fear that seemed to control my decisions. I would always for some reason construct a way to die in situations I was put in. As morbid as that sounds I hope I’m not the only one who did that. Why? Perhaps it was just being a child with a wild imagination. However, I think it was because I thought that the 70 or so years I would be a live would be all there was, and dying young would thwart my success in life. It wasn’t until I grasped the concept of heaven that I could live in freedom, unafraid of death. We shouldn’t fear death, because it was conquered when Jesus rose from the grave. Lewis writes in Miracles that “Death is, in fact, what some modern people call ‘ambivalent’. It is Satan’s great weapon and also God’s great weapon: it is holy and unholy; our supreme disgrace and our only hope; the thing Christ came to conquer and the means by which he conquered.” Should death always be grieved?

I’ve come to realize that death is a part of life. Grieving seems to tail death wherever it goes. In A Greif Observed, Lewis describes “Greif is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.” I think God uses death to wake people up. Also, He uses death to remind us that this life is temporary, and to cling to our heavenly riches rather than the empty earthly heartaches. Granted, our fleshly reaction is to grieve, but we’re called to a higher standard, a heavenly standard. Death brings forth new life. “For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.” Matthew 16:25 So death should not be a time of morning, but a time to rejoice with the promise of new life engraved in our hearts and minds.

Reflection on the Cafe

The session in literature on Monday in the café was very encouraging. We all seem to bring something new the table. Andrew was somewhat leading the discussion with his questions. Although we all brought something other than fiction to class it seemed to work well for discussion purposes. The book I brought was called The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne. I brought this book because it changed my view on faith. He is a very radical Christian with a heart for the lost. My soul was rocked by the passionate faith he had. The other books brought to the table were The Road, Intercessory Prayer, and From Good to Great. The Road was the only fiction book based on the post Armageddon. It was very interesting, yet it wasn’t very realistic.

I really began to understand the importance of fiction literature. Fiction literature allows the author to speak their mind through other characters. The last fiction book I read was Lord of the Flies. That book I realized the motifs and symbols of the author intends. Furthermore, there are multiple meanings to a symbol like the conch as a symbol of power.

What did I get out of this meeting? I liked the setting outside the classroom. It gave me an opportunity to express myself without feeling obligated. I think my thoughts flow much easier outside of the classroom. I found out that I need to expand my literature outlook. I would only read Christian Inspirational books, however I believe it’s important to read secular books to see another point of view. When sharing the gospel if you relate to someone they are much more receptive to what you are willing to say.

"Happy Endings"

The two main themes of literature described by Professor Corrigan were love and death. When I think about love I think of the Hollywood version; the love that knows no hardships. This kind of fairy-tale love gives me, and I’m sure others, a false sense of love. I am sure that there are relationships like that, but chances are I’m going to have to wake up and smell the roses. I think human love is a process that can always be improved. However, God has perfect, unfailing love to which our finite minds will never understand. This brings me joy to know that my family loves me, but there is a God who loves me with no clauses. Someone brought up in class that other people from other cultures have an apathetic feeling towards love. So when they hear God is love, it doesn’t ring as hopeful or encouraging as it would to someone like me. Through reading short excerpts like Happy Endings they remind me that not everybody has the same background or view as me. Though it was fiction, there is certainly truth to be found. There are people like Mary, who fall in love with a “rat, a pig, a dog” like John but are too stubborn or oblivious to admit it. Like Mary, they are always hoping for better. “This other John will emerge like a butterfly from a cocoon.” This ironic parody on love awakened my soul, because I try to show people love. However, I really don’t know what that looks like. I can assume that it means to care for people more than you care about myself. Every time I talk about love, I can’t help but think of the Fathers love. Happy Endings isn’t the type of story I’d want to read, however I think stories like it are important in understanding different views on love.

Frankie and Johnny... Relationships

The song Frankie and Johnny is an old song about infidelity; written over 100 years ago with lessons and insight applicable in today’s corrupt world. This also shows the timeless nature of literature. I think we, as men, should be held to a higher standard. Our standard should be a heavenly standard that tromps the world standard; especially when it comes to women in our lives.

Why would Johnny leave Frankie for another woman? It’s this false conception that there is always something or someone better out there. This is where I see the need for godly influence in the lives of men. We need to pour out our hopes and dreams into God, and let the things of this world be thrown to the wayside. I’m doing my best to seek God everyday; in turn He is changing my view on life and women. I do my best to treat women with the upmost respect they deserve.

Did Johnny really deserve to die? In some ways yes, Johnny got what was coming to him. If Frankie wouldn’t have found out, Johnny would still be unfaithful, perhaps to another woman besides Nellie Bly. In this relationship Johnny must have had to lie to both women, because I’m not convinced Nellie Bly knew Johnny had a lover. That’s why I believe trust to be the most important aspect of a relationship followed closely by communication. However, I think a relationship should be build around God and the truths that go along side that. I think prayer and friendship is of upmost importance before starting any dating sort of relationship.

I’m pretty curious as to what you think about relationships, because I’m nowhere near perfect when it comes to anything in life especially relationships. And how much do you believe in “soul mates”? And if you could say anything to Frankie or Johnny, what would you say?

Literary Experience

Literature can be expressed in several ways as Professor Corrigan mentioned. My first literary experience was not the usual bedtime story. Rather, my mother would sing me to sleep with a lullaby she wrote for me and my sister. It used the letters of the alphabet, however had personal touches along the way. For example, "N is for Ninety; the year that we came."

My favorite books growing up was the "Nate the Great" series. That series sparked my interest in reading, which continually grows daily.

I never appreciated literature until i understood the literary devices like irony, metaphors, allegories, among others. The book i realized that reading and literature were more than entertainment was A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Not that it wasn't entertaining, but there is so much more in literature that I realize. This book would have to be the most significant, because it changed my view so radically.

The beauty of literature is that the same text can be interpreted several different ways. My most recent memories include the rereading of Psalms. This is a prime example for the ambiguity of literature. Every time i read Psalms I get something new or applicable to my life yet the Psalms never change. This also seguays into the impact literature has on me. Literature changes my life perspective through quotes, pictures, books, paintings, movies, music.