August 8, 2005 @ 6:28 pm by sean
I’m house/pet sitting at the Laux’s this week, party every night. Not tonight though. Or Friday. Not Thursday either, it’s a guest-list-only party, and there are only two on the list. Email me to get on the list, though no guarantees. It’s a pretty exclusive pary. It’s fun to house sit, but I’d rather my friends be home than away if I am at their house. Sean’s house is just more fun with Sean, I expect Carley’s to be the same.
|it’s 3 am at Carley’s house, and it’s not fun at all. In fact, I’m quite terrified. More terrified than I’d expect for a 21 year old. Males are usually men by this age, but I’m just as scared to be alone as when I was 4. I fell asleep around 1, and then the clock dinged. I hate dinging clocks. Every 15 minutes it either wakes me, or tortures and torments me with knowing another waking 15 minutes have gone by. But it was like a nap the first time, now I’m hardly tired. So I lay in bed with my mind filled with all kinds of thoughts and scenarios. Especially those relating to the Excorcist/Constantine/Cops type. The closet in this room has mirror doors, and they freaked me out when I walked into the room the first time and saw another person (myself of course) in a supposedly empty house. But I don’t want to open the closet because I have other fears of that. And there is no where else to sleep. Anywhere else has windows, windows where I could see people. People coming to break in. I feel foolish. People my age shouldn’t have these fears, instead I sit here, scaring myself awake not knowing what to do waiting for something to come in here and get me, having to wake up in less than 4 hours to work a 10-9 alone shift tomorrow because my two employees are on vacation. I can sit here and type though, and sit here and read and be just fine. There’s just something about that going to sleep part that terrifies me.
Someone please come and stay with me tomorrow.|
For those with a PowerBook, or other various Mac knowledge, what other accessories am I required to purchase when I get a PowerBook? Do I have to purchase the thing to plug it into an outlet or anything for wireless or anything? What exactly comes with it so I know what else I need to buy. How much better is the SuperDrive than the ComboDrive? Do I really need the SuperDrive?
Before retreats, before youth groups, before book studies, before Steven’s Ministers, before family life centers, before puppet ministry, before ‘christian’ music, before vacation bible school, before sermon tapes, before Jack Chick, before young adult ministry, before singles ministry, before couples ministry, before bible quizzing, before christian summer camp, before VeggieTales and Bible Man, before small groups, before a convenient service Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, before Women of Faith confrences, before ‘Christianity Today’, before Aquire the Fire, Before Promise Keepers, before seeker services, before faith based organizations, what did a follower of Jesus Christ do to maintain their faith and to make disciples of all nations? This isn’t a rhetorical question critiquing modern Christianity, it’s an honest question about what is necessary. I understand the world changes, society changes, culture changes, and we can use these changes as a new means of spreading the Gospel and for encouragement and aid in furthering our relationship with the Lord, but just saying that seems trivial. Not the furthing our relationship part, or spreading the Gospel, the needing aids to do so. Do we really need these things? Are they really worth our money? All of them certainly require money. Either we purchase them, or our tithes go to them. Could our money be better spent? Could our tithe go to more benificial resources? I’m not necessarily suggesting observing the ways of those in the first Christian church, what about just 100 years ago? As far as my knowledge goes, most of those things have been started within the last 100 years, and probably even more so the last 50 and probably 25. Christianity certainly is not a modern invention, it’s been goin’ on for around 2,000 years. What has changed so much compared to the last 1,999 of those years that all of these things have become almost mandatory for the life of a current Christian? I’m not really familiar with the philosophical history of the world, or the intellectual, or cultural or sociological, or Christian religion, I know that capitalism began taking prominence in the 18th century and much of our current everything is based on capitalism. So what for the last 50 years has been so different than the 250 the preceded it that warrents such a dramatic change in the way we, as followers of Christ life our lives?
For those that have taken ‘History of Christianty’ at Judson, was it a worthwhile course?
Did Paul ever go on a retreat? We get down on our circumstances at work and exhausted from our church schedule and take a yearly retreat for encouragement, and a convention or two the rest of the year with bible study every Wednesday, ‘christian’ radio/music every commute, service events once a month, music practice once a week, playing church service once a month, special church events once a month. Paul got the life beat out of him, was dragged out and left for dead, got up, and went back in and started preaching some more.
What is an equally dramatic way of saying ‘the shit beat out of him’ without using any sort of vulgarity?
The Merriam-Webster definition of retreat is awesome, when one considers the use of the first two, compared to that of the third:
1 a (1) : an act or process of withdrawing especially from what is difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable (2) : the process of receding from a position or state attained b (1) : the usually forced withdrawal of troops from an enemy or from an advanced position (2) : a signal for retreating c (1) : a signal given by bugle at the beginning of a military flag-lowering ceremony (2) : a military flag-lowering ceremony
2 : a place of privacy or safety : REFUGE
3 : a period of group withdrawal for prayer, meditation, study, and instruction under a director
•”I’m going on a retreat.”
•”I am withdrawing from what is difficult, dangerous, and disagreeable from the state I have attained, allowing the enemy troops to advance further, essentially lowering my flag as a signal of giving up, going to a safe place where I can pray, meditate and study with that phenominal guest speaker.
It seems as if retreats are a step backwards. Hm, isn’t that’s what a retreat has always been.
Wouldn’t it be funny if Jesus’ diciples left Him and went on a retreat?
Jesus: Wait, where are you guys going?
Disciples: Life is too hard, people on the other fishing boats keep argueing with us abut what we believe, telling us to leave their villages, throwing rocks at us sometimes. We’re going to take a retreat this weekend and pray for a little bit. We’ve got this great guest speaker who is going to speak on effective witnessing techniques, you should hear him.
Jesus: I thought we were gonna to talk with the Gentiles this weekend.
Disciples: Sorry man. Next weekend doesn’t work either, we’ve got a convention in Jerusalem where a bunch of us believers are gonna get together and hang out. We have a service project planned for the weekend after though. We’re gonna paint someone’s house. We won’t talk to them. We’ll just paint and leave. Maybe give them some cookies. But we’ll be sure to give them a tract.
Jesus: But what about the Gentiles?
Disciples: We’ll see if we have time after Torah study.
Jesus: I guess I’ll minister alone.
Sometimes it seems we have so many christian things to do, we don’t have time to follow Christ.
I think I’m going to start capitalizing ‘Christian’ only for those things that could be Christian. Christian faith, Christian beliefs, and such. Music, books, and such aren’t Christian, only used by and for things that are. Maybe that isn’t even true.
Larknews has an ‘advertisement’ for Bible Madlibs. That would be so fun!
Another is for ‘The all christian Pearl Jam sound-alike festival! Like Eddie….only Vedder’ That’s hilarious.
Larknews is a bit funnier today than usual. Not just the new one, old ones too.
I’m sitting here with my coffee, 3 creamer packets ?one French vanilla, two Irish Cream, per usual? enough sugar to sufficiently remove any remaining trace of coffee taste. It’s 3:32, I’ve done some work, nothing out of the usual. Some splicing, some laminating. Chris is leaving for Germany tomorrow, so she’s not here. It’s just Natalie and I in the matte room. Everything else is usual, save for the designer or two on vacation. I have Mr. Chesterton with me incase I get bored. Everything is about usual for this, my last week of work here. I must admit, I’m sad to see it go. I have a few regrets, but none too many. I still have time to make more of this stint. I think partially why I’m sad is not personal regrets, but I’m just not ready to move on yet. I’m not ready to finish working with these people. I’m not ready to leave these familiar faces doing their familiar jobs. Especially since when I leave, I may leave them forever. It isn’t the best situation in the world, but these people are pretty neat and I could certainly stand to work with them a bit more. Alas, it is not to be so. This job has certainly brought on excess wear to my vehicle. And it cost me substantially in gas. But they also paid me substantially, hopefully substantially enough.
I got instant messanger for the one of the few times this summer. I actually talked to 3 RHS people at the same time. Paul mentioned NCMO, and that brought back memories of our 2 practice, 1 release punk band. Well, maybe it was never released, I don’t think Paul ever finished mastering it. As far as I know, NCMO was a term exclusive to Oxford kids, so if you know what it means good for you. If not, you don’t need to. Even if we talk infrequently, it is nice to still talk.
My parents went to the Chrysler Cool Nights and Smooth Jazz at the Chrysler Tech Center on Thursday and saw Chuck Mangione. That would have been amazing to see. Too bad I worked later than he played. Chrysler deserves some good credit for putting those events on. If I didn’t work nights, I’d of been to every one of them.
We went to a Tiger’s game on Saturday to celebrate Kristyn’s birthday. If baseball didn’t have the history and heritage it does, I would imagine I would find it quite a bore. They wore sweet vintage uniforms though, which gives them maximum points, even if they lost to Cleveland. We had dinner in Greek Town with grandma and grandpa and Aubrey and Nate and Eric. Even though my younger cousins wouldn’t sit down the entire game and were a general nuissance, the Tiger’s lost, my parents were occasionally obnoxious, I still thought the entire evening was enjoyable. Family, obnoxious or nuissance is still family, celebrating a birthday is a good time, getting out to a sporting event and cheering for a team is exciting, and listening to my mother during the post-game fireworks as she oooo’s and aahhh’s and laughs and cheers more than any other child in the ballpark, is an evening I don’t want to miss.
Sunday morning I picked up ma copine from Shepherd’s Gate and we went to the Meadow Brook Concours d’Elegance. Last year when I went, I was excited to be able to touch the Chrysler ME 4-12 concept car they had on display. This year, I got to sit in it. Heck yea. The car fit me like a glove. The other cars were naturally not of that sort. The majority being at least 50 years old. I would say all of them have had more money spent on them than my parents have spent raising my sister and I for 23 and 21 years respectively. At least half were probably worth over a million dollars. And Alyson and I walked around for 5 hours just lookin’ at ’em. With warm weather, great cars, and a copine, a great day is inevitable. We left to Rochester and got pizza and root beers at a small restaurant and walked them to a park and spent a lazy few hours eating and sitting on a bench lookin’ at the clouds and the river. Eventually we made it back to her house and we socialized outside with her family, and ended the day with an intense search for Waldo and Waldette(?) and the Wizard and the dog and the bandit looking Waldo and the scroll and the key and the camera and the book and the binoculars. We found them all of course.
I really don’t mean to write posts this long.