Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Coldplay Colored Ice-cream

It's in a cone, I scouped it all for you, cookie bits were blue, But it was all yello...(sing it)

I was in the caff yesterday on my way for some delicious frozen deseart ( I never could spell that wright) when I was caught in a moment of sheer awe. Right in front of me set the brightest yelloist (not so sure that's a word) ice cream I had ever seen in my entire life. It seriously looked like highlighter exploded, leaving a neon glow second only to my fathers puma windbreaker from 1987. I kinda wanted to runn it through a plado press and make plagetti out of it. What was this mysteriously bright ice creams flavor, you ask? Cookie dough! That's right it had bright blue balls of choc. chip cookie dough in it. The best thing about the whole expierience was the color of my teeth afterward. O.k. so they didn't look much different than normal but atleast I had an excuse for their lovely hugh. Seriously though if you ever want to convince someone you have horribly bad hygine this is definately the way to do it.

j.

Friday, September 23, 2005

The Declaration of I dependance

a creed for the modern american;

By: J. Churchill Morris
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to write a new Declaration of Independence as an English assignment, one must take upon himself a great responsibility of considering the ever changing society and its needs, both ubiquitous and rigid.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. I have the right to write my own Declaration of Independence, and to use it as a platform to discuss the social injustice which bereaves me.

I have the right to start this assignment forty-five minuets before it’s due and get a lesser grade than I know I am capable of. I have the right to pay thousands and thousands of dollars for a piece of paper which may or may not prove that I am actually capable of performing the task of which that paper denotes as my profession.

I have the right to drive a large sport utility vehicle when fuel is at record high and complain about how much it cost to fill my tank. I have a right to eat fast food every day and never work out while blaming my obesity on the media and my parents. I have the right to not take responsibility for any of my actions and blame them all on extenuating circumstances.

I have the right to work really hard at becoming successful and the privilege of blessing my Government with an exorbitant amount of taxes on that success. I also have the right to make a great corporation out of a small business and then be called a monster growing and expanding to large.

I have the right to talk on my cell phone wherever and whenever I want. I have the right to be completely self absorbed and write this entire declaration about my self completely disregarding the welfare of others.

I have the right to ignore the tragedy and devastation in other parts of the world because it does not directly involve me. I have a right to blame the military for the death of its volunteers. I have the right watch my wife die a slow painful death while being consoled by another woman. I have the right to hire excellent lawyers to defend me in a court of law and prove my innocence.

I have the right to put an early stop to pregnancy so as to ensure the continuity of my own happiness. I have the right to mentally stereotype people without every meeting them base purely on their appearance, and get upset when the same is done to me. I have a right to sit back and watch while the country I live in destroys itself through the sins of excess. I have rights.

--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

The Circus Driven Life

entertaining the crowd while putting your life at risk.

Are you a good Christian? Let's take a look at your day timer.

Sunday - Church in the a.m. lunch with the bretheren (so far so good and good use of the word bretheren)
Monday- Worship Practice at 7 p.m. (serving the Lord with your "gifts" i.e. your 200$ platnum kazoo)
Tuesday- Ladies or Men's Bible study (Ladies make sure you tone down the gossip and get a little of that joyce myers devotional in, because you can be sure your men are studyingy what it takes to be a real man of God i.e. watching the tape of the Monday Night Football game they missed while they were at worhip practice.)
Wednesday - Prayer Meeting at Church (ok well at least it made it on the calender; that's practically going right?)
Thursday - What! a night away from church with your family? We'll let it slide this time I suppose but you should really concider joining the crochet club that meets dowt town. It is good to be envolved with the communtiy you know. That's what Jesus would do.
Friday - Youth group (don't forget the kool aide and the oreo cookie knock offs, teens love that.)
Saturday - Fellowship Potluck ( we will play NT trivial pursuit and watch the passion of the Christ, but you can't stay to long because you have to get tomorrows sunday school message ready for the class.)

Well looks to me like your a good Christian except for those thursday nights I still think you should concider that crochet class.

Sometimes my relationship with God is directly related to how much stuff I do for Him. If I am busy then I must love God. If for some reason I don't have an event with the word church in it on my schedule every night I must be in need of serious repentance. Why do I feel the need to be so busy? Sometimes it feels like a performance and sometimes you feel dead later. Spiritually, physically, mentally it can be exhausting. Service should be an overflow of our relationship as opposed to our relationship being an overflow of our service. Don't walk on the works tite-rope and risk falling into the net of frustration. Don't be a clown and demand the crowd's attention for every little thing you do. And whatever you do, don't stick your head in the lions mouth.

j.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Best week ever

So this week was really great for me.
I found a good church, I started catching up with my classes, I got a new bike, and I havn't had to fill my gas tank in 3 weeks. Then the weekend hit. My bike was stolen, I missed worship practice, I have a ton of homewoirk and I may never get to fill up my gas tank again.

If the Lord chastens who he loves I am fealing very very loved. Of all the cars in the parking lot you would think the 14 year old dented, blue monster with two flat tires and an air conditioner that has hot & hotter as its climate controll settings, would be the last one left. But aparently their is a market for them.

I guess someone really needed my 15' alloy finish hub-caps (all three of them).
And my six speaker sound system(ok so only two of them work but whatever, people got needs)
Maybe they were really interested in my rare collection of scratched cd's.
More than likely it was the dangling symbols of stupidity hanging from the ignition.
Whatever it was that attracted the thief to my car I hope he or she and it are very happy together, in fact I hope the car celepto and the biker burgerlar roll slowly off into the sunset riding hapily ever after.

bless them that persecute you or something.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

All Style & No Class

Have you ever wondered what goes through people's minds when they get themselves dressed in the morning? At what point between rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and walking to your dresser is it a good idea to pick out the articles of clothing that will cover your body (and that is the point of clothes contrary to popular belief) for the day.
It is one of the most important daily tasks and yet there is often little or no thought put in. Especially on campus I am petitioning for a no pj's in the dining hall rule in the handbook. That goes for guys and girls. If you have a thing for glow in the dark buzz lightyear footy pj's that's cool but don't feal free to share with rest of us.
And if puppydog pj's wern't enough we also like to wear our gym clothes all day long. Nothing makes a man more attractive than a muscle shirt and athetic shorts (ephasis on the short). OOoo those bulging biceps o wait thats just your XS shirt from banana republic that "shrunk in the wash".
Ladies sometimes rock the athletic look but latlely i'v seen a lot more leg than and a lot less skirt. I wonder if they get a "they use more material in a pair of sox" discount on those little things. At some point they might as well just wear a belt and a bathing suit. Or even better a pair of those mini shorts with the writing on the back that says "stare lustfully here"
Im still convinced that sweatpants should be made illegal in 48 states along with loony-toons tshirts and nascar hats. Which by the is the outfit of choice for any true southern male. Comes with a frew pack of skoal (chewing tobaco) and a styrophome cup. To completly rock this ensamble a red neck and a grimey mustache are required.
I could go on there are the
(I graduated as a home schooler and this the first time I have been allowed to wear jeans, which were handed down to me by my sister who bought them in 1987 girls)

(I love comic books and xbox and steve urkel is my hero guys)

(I dress like those black people I see on mtv even though I grew up in Welsley, white boys)

(My second home is at express or the I just walked out of the A&F catalog guys)

(I died my hair and comb it infront of my face while wearing bandanas around my knees and chains on my hip with a studded belt and a tight t-shirt I got from hot topic kids)

(The boys who wear womens flair boot cut jeans but arn't metrosexuals)

on and on the list goes... What are some fasion fo paux that drive you nuts.

Friday, September 09, 2005

catch up and ketchup

So now I have been back for about five days. Swimming through a sea of homework, while fighting my natural impulse to sleep instead of work (purely due to the jet lag of course). Most of my classes are going smoothly, math and spanish on the other hand, not so much. My spanish teacher speaks 3 words of english for every 200 spanish and my math teacher has the same ratio of coherant to incoherant sentences.
"I had a real quiz for you all typed up but um well I ah forgot to well I was in my office and then I was walking out and I ah If you would please copy onto a blank sheet what is on the board."

In other news, aparantly souveniers arn't the only thing I picked up in Romania. After spend 2 hours at the hospital the doctor came to the conclusion I had contracted a minor skin infection. Yeah for me! At least I got buy some relly expensive drugs. It should clear up in a few days.

Socially I am doing well (big surprise) in fact somedays I feel like I know to many people. Thursday was like a mini golf game of socialization. I got sucked into 9 different "holes" (groups of friends) in sequential order each with their own special "windmill", "Giraffe" personality.
Most of my friends are black, but from that thier are the sub groups of latino etc. then their are the music people, and the christian leadership people, and of course Lore' and her friend(s). Oh yah then their are the girls who "need help with eng." and who am I to leave a damsil in distress.

As for the food, lets just say as much as I like chef boy ar jim he is no Darlene Sinclair or Abagail Brown, Even Weese's food is better than this. Dave be thankful. Although it could be worse I could be eating Romanian Hot Dogs.

j.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Back and Running.

First of all let me say this is not the new site that was promised last month that had minor set backs and was unpublishable. This is "temporary untill morissless is fully operational. Tell people about the switch.

Romania was amazing. I love the country, the people, and most of the food.
We saw nearly 40 come to the Lord for the first time, a few deamons cast out and a number of physical healings. Travel on the way there was long and ardjuous almost every leg had a major hicup. This led us to miss our first concert. But once in Cleuj' things started to go much smoother.

We spent the greatest portion of our time ministering at a camp for 15 -25 year olds. 5 days in the mountains of Romania (Transelvania) . It was beautiful we did concerts/worship every night. And worked with the kids during the day. Sports activities, games, etc. Thankfully enough of the kids spoke broken or fluent eng. so we were able to really connect with them.

We also learned a bit of Romanian.

People always tell you a missions trip will change you or make you a new person; like its some kind of new salvation or something. I don't know about all that. What I do know is that my global perspective has been enriched. I know there are people on "the other side of the world" that need jesus, that need our prayer, and our support. Now they are not just children on tv asking for money, they are real people, who know my name and I theirs. The church is alive and well and I am excited to return soon. I miss you all and thank you for your support.

P.S. If you feel the Lord leading to support me in the paying of this trip contact me in an email @ jcmusiqman@gmail.com or send a check to Zions Call, www.zionscall.com