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Thursday, May 08, 2008

Thu, 08 May 2008 16:50:05 GMT

Niedfeldt Spring 2008... what awesome memories...

Friday, March 21, 2008

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 01:17:01 GMT

Hypothetically... if I return to xanga on a regular basis I first need to know WHO is still around? (other than the four people who just commented on my last post) and who would be interested in launching a comeback???

Hmm....

A post?

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:08:40 GMT

Thou madest us for Thyself, and our heart is restless until it repose in Thee

Springtime is here. But I don't think that is the only change arriving. What if the good things always stayed the way they were...

And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home out on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone...

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Tue, 08 May 2007 00:52:06 GMT

Matt has matured past xanga...

If you're interested....

http://asianpolidude.blogspot.com/

Easter Hymn

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 00:19:56 GMT

Praise the Saviour now and ever;
Praise him all beneath the skies;
Prostrate lying, suffering, dying
On the cross, a sacrifice.
Victory gaining, life obtaining,
Now in glory he doth rise.

Man's work faileth, Christ's availeth;
He is all our righteousness;
He, our Saviour, has for ever
Set us free from dire distress.
Through his merit we inherit
Light and peace and happiness.

Sin's bonds severed; we're delivered;
Christ has bruised the serpent's head;
Death no longer is the stronger;
Hell itself is captive led.
Christ has risen from death's prison;
O'er the tomb he light has shed.

For his favor, praise for ever
Unto God the Father sing;
Praise the Saviour, praise him ever,
Son of God, our Lord and King.
Praise the Spirit; through Christ's merit,
He doth us salvation bring.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 00:39:15 GMT

To move to blogspot or not... hmm that is the question...

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 19:44:28 GMT

It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am

'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again

I'm over this
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I know

And now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again

It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't tell what I've done

And now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me

'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again

Oh no...
Yeah...
I'm gone...

"Away From the Sun"
-3 Doors Down

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 20:48:43 GMT

A prize to the person who guesses what song we are rocking out too....

On my way to Washington D.C. tonight... I'll try and post pictures when I am back .

Not What My Hands Have Done

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 01:14:34 GMT

Psalter # 389

Not what my hands have done
Can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears
Can bear my awful load.

Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy pow'r alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.
No other work save thine,
No other blood will do,
No strength, save that which is divine,
Can bear me safely through.

I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
And with unfalt'ring lip and heart
I call this Saviour mine.
'Tis he who saveth me,
And freely pardon gives;
I love because he loveth me,
I live because he lives.

Horatius Bonar-1864

Weekend Ramblings

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 02:14:46 GMT

So here I am at an ungodly late hour in the morning, I should be in bed but I am really not tired yet and I have the desire to ramble for a bit...
My semester is off to a good, but busy start. I am taking a full 18 credit course load with five main classes, and two one credit classes. Let me emphasize how excited I am when I found out that a certain person many of us know is coming here in the fall! Such a smart person in making the choice to come here! Congratulations to her indeed!

So tonight I am pretty upset that my right handed record in ping pong has fallen to 21-27. Although I did improve to an 8-7 advantage left handed. I think I shall start serving right handed, and volleying left handed...
And Zoolander is just the movie to watch when you need to laugh for a bit!

I got to hear a bagpipe concert on campus tonight with a bunch of friends. I really enjoyed hearing the music and watching some traditional Irish folk dancing. Never a shortage of interesting things to do at Hillsdale. We are such a diverse campus celebrating the Irish culture. Maybe we should have an Asian culture awareness weekend sometime...

On a serious note, at the concert tonight, a four part harmony of bagpipes, drums, keyboard, and bass guitar played the hymn "Abide with me", one that is very familiar to me. Although the song relates well to Christians in their time of suffering, I find the words some of the most beautiful in the psalter. The power found in the verses remind the Christian of the conquering act of Christ over our most powerful enemy of sin and death.

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.