Thursday, July 10, 2008

Update on my life

Not really.

I don't know how many people read this site, but it looks like several people from oregon come here, amongst other people from California and Texas. That's pretty awesome. Thanks to you all. I love sharing my thoughts, and I love even more that people might be interested.

I am going to start blogging somewhere else. The URL is http://www.crucialencounter.com

It's just a random blog, but, if you want some really awesome thought provoking posts, check out my fiance's site. http://www.shalomexistence.com

She is amazing. Have I ever said that here on this blog?? I'm certain I have. :)

Thanks you all, Please go over to both sites, subscribe, and ENJOY!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Update on my life.

Ok. So I proposed, and she said yes!

I feel so lucky to be entering this wonderful relationship, family, and community. If you want to talk to her, or wish her congratulations, you can find her here.

But she has recently bought her VERY OWN domain and is going to start blogging a lot more interactively, and wonderfully. Her words are amazing, and her skills show it. :) you can find her new blog here. She hasn't posted yet. We are on a vacation, and then she will. :)

We would like to thank everyone for their prayers and support.

I will post soon on how I did it, and I will have pictures!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Five Years... it still stings a little.

“Two people were killed Monday afternoon after a backhoe fell off a trailer and smashed their car. Gwinnett police Cpl. Dan Huggins said the car ran a stop sign near the Vines Botanical Gardens on Oak Grove Road in Loganville and collided with a pickup hauling a tractor with the backhoe. The victims were identified as Adrienne McMahon, 21, of Lilburn, who was driving; and passenger Ryan Alward, 19, of Snellville.”


Five years ago today, my sister was killed in a freak car accident. Its strange to think about the days I had with her. What is more difficult, is to think about the days I did not have with her.

When we were little, we were BEST friends. We did everything together, and I remember the day she left for school. I sat, and looked out the window of our playroom, as she hopped in a car, to ride to St. John’s Neuman. I was sad. That was the same window we looked out together every Tuesday to watch the garbage man come. That’s the same window we looked out together to contemplate whether it really was Angels crying or if there were a bigger reason. It was the same Window we looked out to watch birds gather their food, and talk about the world outside, the stories we’ve heard, and where we wanted to be. (She wanted to be a bird when she grew up)

I think about our fights, but the way we made up so easily. I think about standing up for her at school. I got into sooo much trouble for her and it was all worth it. I remember guys she dated who I didn’t like. I even remember her imaginary boyfriend when she was 5. His name was Mr. George. (Only her cabbage patch kid Gina and I could see him) I remember her trying so hard to get me into trouble. I also remember her standing up for me to mom. I remember her taking the blame for things I did do. I remember the love we had. The love that only siblings can have. I remember she was my best friend. (Though, in school, I probably would never admit it.)

Sometimes I have struggles with this. Why can't she still be here? My sister and I didn’t always get along. As a matter of fact, her and I weren’t speaking the day she died, or a week prior to that. But, I do know that she loved me. I love her. I miss her. There is something special about having an older sister. There is something to say about the eldest siblings. Their knowledge, their guidance. Together, her and I cooked, cleaned, and helped raise my little brother and sister. Together, her and I did the best we could.

I know she’s in Heaven, and experiencing the happiness she had always longed for. The happiness, we didn’t always get growing up. I know she’s watching over me. To an extent, and saving me a seat right there next to her.

Adrienne,
For all of the tasteless jokes I made about your death, to all of the mean things I said when you were alive. For all the pranks Matthew and I played on you. For not saying I love you enough, and for not always being there. I am sorry. And for everything you may feel bad about, I forgive you. There is so much that I never got the chance to say, and there is no way I can ever imagine verbalizing it all, so I’ll end like this. I love you. I miss you. I WILL see you again.
Love,

Your First Brother, Andy.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

So. I'm not one to blog about computers... That would be Dorky...

Well. Firefox is planning on announcing it's official release date for Firefox 3. Yes. Planning on announcing the release date. Hey. It's Firefox. They can do it. I digress.

They are trying to break a world record for most downloads in a day. That's pretty awesome. And so is Firefox. Click the button below to pledge to download on that site.... You simply put in your Email address and they will send you an E-mail when it is released. I promise it will be awesome!

:)

Download Day

Saturday, May 24, 2008

The Day in a Life


This is what I imagine is the case for a child in Iraq. After reading this, on negotiations to ban the use of cluster bombs.

And Reading Jonathon's Blog on it

Read here for more information on cluster bombs.


"I learned young, I can’t just pick up anything that looks like a toy. I learned to never make any sudden movements on the streets. (the soldiers may thing I’m making a sudden move. I learned not to get to close to my friends, random violence here has gotten to extreme. My friends that aren’t being killed by car bombs and soldiers, are being forced to wear bombs into the market.

I don’t know how our country got to this. I haven’t been to school in six years. They kept the schools open for a little while, but an explosion closed it down for good. I’m sick, When I do eat, I typically throw it up, and if not, the diarrhea is just as bad. Sometimes I’m scared to eat, and the water is definitely not as good as it used to be. I feel weaker by the day, but the problem is doctors don’t come to this part of town anymore. My aunt and uncle say that it’s too dangerous for them. I live with my aunt and uncle, because my family was killed in a strike about four years ago. I don’t know why, we didn’t do anything. We don’t deserve this. I don’t know who I am more scared of, Hussein (when he was a live) or America.

My Aunt and Uncle have been trying to find refuge in other countries, but no one wants to take us. Papers are hard to get, and the borders are too strict for us to get through. It’s a crazy world for me right now.

I just found out that my friend was killed. I guess he thought he saw a bottle, that's what normally happens. I am sure he was just thirsty, My aunt and uncle say that it blew up. So I guess it wasn’t water. I get more and more sad every day. I don’t have many more friends, and I am scared. When is it going to end? My aunt and uncle say if we just do what the soldiers tell us to do, and follow the rules we’ll be safe. But just next door everyone was killed. I don’t think they would not. I thought America was here to help. Where is our help?


I am scared. I am only 8. What did I do? Someone? Anyone?"







Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Live High

When I saw the title of this song, I thought something completely different. Jason Mraz is a brilliant song writer, and I recommend him to everyone. Really all I am doing is posting these lyrics. He makes it seem simple.

Live High

I try to picture a girl
Through a looking glass
See her as a carbon atom
See her eyes and stare back at them
See the girl
As her own new world
Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe

Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds
Are we all here standing naked
Taking guesses at the actual date and time
Oh my, justifying reasons why
Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by

Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously

I try to picture the man
To always have an open hand
See him as a giving tree
See him as matter
Matter fact he's not a beast
No not the devil either
Always a good deed doer
Where it's laughter that we're makin after all

The call of the wild is still an ordination why
And the order of the primates
All our politics are too late
Oh my, the congregation in my mind
Is this assembly sinning gratitude
Practicing their loving of few

Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously


Just take it easy
And celebrate the malleable reality
because nothing is ever as it seems
This life is but a dream

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Out on a Limb

As I sit to write this, I have a million ideas running through my head, and I honestly have no clue what I will be guided to write. I have been reading Luke 19:1-10. While I read it, the phrase that comes to mind is “Out on a limb”. I guess now I have to try and explain it in context to the Word.

Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. He wanted to see who Jesus was, but being a short man he could not, because of the crowd. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.

When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, "Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today." So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.

All the people saw this and began to mutter, "He has gone to be the guest of a 'sinner.' "

But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, "Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount."

Jesus said to him, "Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost."

There are a million things that capture me about this story. The first thing I did was try to paint a picture of Zacchaeus. This is what I have gathered about him. Zacchaeus is a short, not a religious man at all, and not very liked among his community. I picture him like a thinner ruder Danny DeVito.

Something about Jesus caught his ear. He had obviously heard some wonderful things about him. He heard Jesus was going to be passing through Jericho, and decided he wanted a glimpse. When he got to the crowd, I picture a kid at a parade. He couldn’t really see anything, so he ran over to a tree, and climbed up into it. He sat up there just trying to see.

The story could have stopped right here. It could have ended with, “Jesus walked through town, Zacchaeus’ curiousity was fed, and he continued collecting taxes.” It could have. Instead, to me something great happened. Jesus looked up. He looked up which makes me think Zacchaeus had to be looking down. That must have been weird for Zacchaeus especially. I imagine in his entire life, he had been looking up to everyone, even the people he was taking money from. For the first time in his life, he is looking down. And not just at any person but the Son of God.

Jesus called his name. Wow. To me that’s amazing, because Jesus didn’t have to. He could have said, “You, get down from that tree, I need a place to stay, and a shower, and make me some food too. But he didn’t. He said, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” That sentence alone to me is amazing. The importance of it. He called his name, he said come down immediately, not later, but immediately. There is no time to waste. You think, wow…. Jesus knew who he was. Jesus not only knew who he was, he looked up to him, and called his name. Made it urgent, and went home with him. How relational?

I question myself a lot on this matter. How many times on Sunday do I go up to people and not only do I not say their names, I don’t remember them. I leave church, and I don’t see them again until the following Sunday. Not very relational at all. It’s not that I feel bad, because I have the feeling that everyone else is guilty of that to some extent.

When Jesus called Zacchaeus and said he was going home with him, the other people in the crowd started talking…. (I guess not much has changed) Calling Zacchaeus a sinner and all of that good stuff. This reminds me of Christians. I imagine had Jesus not been there, Zacchaeus probably would have turned around and said something along the lines of, “this is why I don’t come to church,” It makes me think about how we act towards “the lost” as Christians….. It makes me giggle that we call them “The Lost” when we are sometimes just as lost, if not more.

But, with Jesus’ gesture, it changed a man’s life. Zacchaeus told Jesus, “Half of my riches, I’m giving to the needy.” Just in meeting Jesus, he has been changed that much! Not only that, he says,”… and if I have wronged anybody out of anything, I will pay them back four-fold.” Amazing. It goes to show a few things. First of all, upon meeting Jesus, immediately, you change. For the better. Secondly, you apparently are still capable of clouded thoughts. I say that because Zacchaeus said “IF”. He knew he had wronged some people, and so did Jesus. But he said if…. It kind of makes me giggle. As if he didn’t know he had wronged people. I guess it’s still hard for people to admit their wrongs, even to someone who knows all…. Weird.

I guess the point of this is, Zacchaeus went out on a limb for Jesus. He didn’t know Jesus was going to know him or talk to him. And I don’t think he expected Jesus to call him by his name. I guess that’s what we all have to do, or have done. Mankind as a whole. It’s amazing to me the love, and tenderness of Jesus. What could have happened to us. Where we would be. I think at one point or another we all have climbed a tree, trying to get a closer look at Jesus. To see what he was all about. I guess we have all been shocked and awed that he looked up at us. I know I have. I know that the things he’s done in my life have made me a person I never knew I could be. But I wonder, what would have happened if Jesus had just walked on by. Or even looked up at me and said “Hey You!” I don’t think I’d be the same person. But he didn’t. He said, “Andy, come here quickly, we haven’t much time. There is a lot I want to do in your life, so you need to hurry, admit you’re wrongs, and follow me.” Wow. I’m not out on a limb anymore. I’m actually right at home, with Jesus right there.

What a journey. And to think, I could still be stuck up in a tree.