I cannot simply believe that what God has called me to do today, he will call me to do tomorrow.
I just cannot.
I cannot believe that playing music will save lives.
I cannot believe that feeding the hungry, or housing the homeless will save lives.
I cannot believe that I can save lives.
but Christ can.
when will I begin to look past the "one way" ideology and truly believe Christ's power?

Women are of the worst commodities.
Such needed instruments in this turn about of events,
you make me feel terrible, you make me want to have sex, you make me do things I hate.
But in you, there is love, there is peace, there is assurance.
Triumph!
Emptiness.
How weak I am.
We are out of worse commodity.
Vile and concrete, we are truth.
We are only grass to be burned by the sun!

I should be honest, I am so easily distracted by the whim of the fragrant of a woman.
This is all rather useless.

May God be my guide.
Was Christ ever logical?

I cannot tell you how much the book of James put things into at least a bit of perspective.
We can do all the good we want in this world and still miss God.

When I return

Upon my return I will post my entire trip. I have many things in which I'm not ready to disclose to my parents, we all know how they can worry about my safety and life.
I will post events, giving you the details and highlights of which took place.
I have a lot on my mind at the moment and need to organize them, so that you may better understand.

You should know however, I miss everyone terribly and cannot wait until I hold each one of you.
With love from an all-loving God, I will see you soon.

This is Salvation

We preach and preach and preach to the crowds and how easy we forget to preach to ourselves.

this week has been opening me to a lot of things.
a lot of things that will probably lead to other things, but still, we move on.
Realizing, I am selfish, and easily content with moments.
it's all rather arrogant of me.
Second to that is people. And the order in which we meet them.
You don`t need to know.

The children here are so sweet. :)
the pictures aren't letting me upload so I can't show you, but I'll try later.

I leave for camp tomorrow, I better pick up spanish pretty quick.
anyway, I gotta go eat, these people bug the mess out of you if don't get on that

Last summer

I am not a photographer. Nor am I an editor.

I'm new to this whole "blogspot" culture. It's much more clean than the previous blogs I've posted on before. I am attracted with what I've seen.
And I will openly admit, the only reason I subscribed was to fulfill my mother's request that I may post my summer travels, along with photos.
With that said, I am not a photographer with a photographer's camera.
Bear with me.