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| Umm, the cat is crouched on the ground by the stove... hmmmmm. I wonder what she could be looking for. So my sister and I are watching Will and Grace and all of a sudden! "Amanda, there's a mouse!!!!!" So, o.k. my first reaction was to jump up. Because the mouse, we'll call him Gustav, ran under the couch that I was perched on. The next five minutes were filled with... (also imagine frantic) "Well what do we do" my sister asks, as I hurriedly search through kitchen drawers for something to hit it with. By this time the useless cat has lost interest. A-ha, a big spatula... flat in one direction to stun and sharp in the other to strike. So my sister and I are both nearly shaking at this point. I along w/ my spatula chose a callinder to trap the little guy. So, off we go to kill Gustav. And at one point we (and by we, I me I, because my older more mature sister was too scared to help) trapped him in a corner, but he escaped to yet another safe haven that being the other couch. So it comes down to this. ITS ME OR GUSTAV. This house ain't big enough for the both of us to sleep in. GUSTAV MUST DIE. I push the couch out and see the little rat and he runs again. Thrice times over we play the game of cat and mouse AND THEN... I got him under the callinder. So my (whom I previously thought was useless) sister went and got a piece of cardboard to slide under Gustav's cage. And it was then I realized that little Gustav was just trying to stay warm and survive in this cold harsh world. And I'm too much of a woose to kill him. So I went out to the back woods of my sister's house and flang him as far as I could... Now some might think that he'll be back just as soon as you could say Happy Tuesday. But the detail that I left out was that when I caught him under the callinder I actually only started out by pinching him on his mid section and then had to roll the rest of his little body under the edge just as tightly as I could without getting blood on my sister's carpet. At one point his little black eye I'm sure was just about to pop out of his little skull. NO really I could literally see it bulging out. So, I kind of think that I did some sort of damage maybe. I don't know. Anywho... THE HOUSE IS MOUSE FREE! | | |
| NostalgiaHave you ever had one of those days where nostalgia creeps in and takes over your thoughts and then consumes so much more. Then you read an old e.mail from a friend that surfaces fond memories, only to enhance the previous said cycle. Well, if I could make a somewhat unjust request... that friends that I've not talked to in some time would leave a post allowing me into theirs lives once again. I miss the conversations of discovering teachings and intriguing faith. Now to discontinue in neediness... Things on this end are quite well. My new church has also brought new hope. And a renewed confidence in the decisions that I've made over the years (~glory to God). Its assuring to see the present circumstances align with the pasts purposes, and exciting to look forward to todays purposes align with tomorrows circumstances. Ahhhh, so many circles to life, I could almost scream Hakuna Matata!!! Anywho, I know its been ages since I last used this site as any sort of means of communication, but my hope is that some of my old acquaintances might by chance even glance over here for a second or two, to "reacquaint" themselves once again. Lots of love all, ~AjoyB | | |
| Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! The wonderful feeling of that layer of outside that is all over your skin when you have well spent a day in the splendor of nature. Now this said layer isn't dirt or water or even anything really tangible, but its something that we knew all too often as children, and far too neglected as adults.
I spent the day in Baraboo. The lovely Karin Nicora and I walked the perimeter of the beautiful green waters of the Lake that is Devil's. Then rented a canoe and paddled the heck out of the thing, taking bitsy breaks to snack on the local cheese curds and caramel corn we picked up in the dance hall. So, so,so wonderful! Then we went to down town Baraboo, which felt a bit like the Twilight Zone to be honest (lots of weird references to circuses and whatnot- whatever). We thought that it would be nice to grab a cup of joe at a local cafe, and ended up getting swindled into instant mocha mix drink and a store bought piece of bundt cake. Thank you Baraboo.
All in all a great day! Great company, beautiful atmosphere, inspiring conversation- now if only I had a man. (no offense Karin) I love life.
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| So, undoubtedly far too much anticipation has built up for this somewhat simple post. Oh well.
I read something that intriuged me... "The baby boomers made worship relevant, the Gen-Xers made it authentic. The next big shift could make worship nonlinear, multisensory, and art driven."
If any of you get ten minutes to read some very thought inspiring articles, go to faithworks.com. The articles on Taize and alt.worship were quite a breath of fresh air and maybe even a little hope...
I have been thinking for the past year and a half to two years that there has to be more to an assembly of believers than what we know as church today. First of all it barely meets the needs of the believers themselves let alone those who have not yet been introduced to their Creator. Is this what the Body of our Christ here on earth was meant to turn out as, when He Himself ascended up to the Father? But, at the same time, I don't know if I have the right to say that it isn't.
I've dreamt of a church not based on a weekly service, but corporation of underground meetings, not intentionally secret by any means, but not broadcasted with a neon sign. It is made up of people that choose to come when they want to come (obligation should be an unknown concept). It wouldn't be rigidly scheduled out. Not a meeting every 7 days, but not without close ties to the curator of said group. We'll call it a group of friends that like to study the Word together. But then what if there were organization to it. And maybe once every month or two twenty or thirty of these groups get together to have a rather large group meeting. Not to sing two fast songs three slow songs and hear a word from the pastor, but to express their profound appreciation of our Lord in a new way, not only that but to become more aware of a way to become a well rounded person of faith. I imagine that each of theses groups would have an leader, for lack of a better word. It sounds like a small/home group, but what I imagine is nothing like that. When you think about it (I am not in any way trying to put them down, though it may sound like it) a home group leader ordinarily is a lay person in the church that has a forty hour job and most likely a family to take care of. Not that they can't lead a home group effectively, but what I see is a person who is able to fully devote him/her/their selve(s) to this group of people like a pastor (but that word has become far too cliche). Then those would be the people would be the people that would organize the meeting of said groups and collectively decide how to make the body of believers a more well rounded people. Somehow I envision interactive projects and presentations of that sort. If you do choose to visit the aforementioned site, this might give another view of what the Lord is doing widespan across the map. Sorry so long. Its been pent up inside for awhile now. anywho peace out | | |
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B-rad is all better!!! Turns out that he needed a bit more Tender Lovin' Care than I thought. I took my bu in for a routine oil change and asked them to check out the coolant system, and turns out the little jerk was leaking oil into the engine. Sixteen-hundred later and he's runnin' great.
I understand that I suck at staying current in the xanga world, but keep in touch I would love to hear some of all ya'll opinions on my next post. I'm still formulating some information. Much much love AjoyB | | |
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