Monthly Archives: September 2007

Ten Years

On a cool little blog called “Letters From Kamp Krusty” there is a neat little dedication to the memory of Rich Mullins, who died tragically 10 years ago this week. It stirred some emotion in me regarding following my own path in Jesus. Here’s a quote:

“I tired of the word, “Christian”.  It was originally something of a put-down, something applied to followers of The Way by outsiders, now adapted, awkwardly, proudly, by the followers themselves.

I confess to wondering sometimes, “Why am I doing this…?” and then I hear the first few notes of “Peace”, and I remember.  Oh — yeah.  Of course.


Rich Mullins reminded us that we worship a God who came in the form of a homeless man.  I can love a God like that.”

Yeah Man, so can I.  The link to the whole thing is below. Read the comments also.

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Blah Ging

I used to write a lot. When I was young, that’s all I did in my spare time. (Even in my not so spare time.) I used to carve stories and characters out of thin air. I don’t do that like I used to. Anyway, here’s some things that have been on my mind. I don’t know that anyone out there actually ever comes here to read my “musings”, since I don’t seem to generate a lot of responses, but who knows? It’s out there for the world to see.  Hello World.

I plagerised a story from a “Tales of the unknown” comic book when I was 12 for a school project. My teacher submitted it to a contest and I won second place in the state of South Carolina.. My Mother put the ribbon over the fireplace for months. On my last day at school I put the comic in an envelope and left it on my teachers desk. I don’t know if she ever read it.

The first girl I ever kissed killed herself 5 years later. I still wonder if I had something to do with her choice.

I have an addiction that still keeps me up nights, craving. I can’t say I’ll never fall into it again because I know that if I had the chance, I wouldn’t hesitate for one second.

During the sermon on pride, it was  casually mentioned twice that self loathing was a form of pride. He didn’t say anything further than that but I can’t get that one passage out of my head.

When does the Bible itself become an idol?

and so on.


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September 3, 2007

“I was proud to be a magician during your show.”

Lyric of the day: ” Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare
Opening the doors for the dreams to come home”

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