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Name: Daniel Country: United States State: Texas Metro: Irving Birthday: 8/1/1986 Gender: Male
Interests: Biblical Philosophy, Music Theory, Ethnomusicology, Soccer, Kendo, Russia, Japan, Israel Mythologys, Airborne, Languages (Russian, Latin, Hebrew, Greek, Japanise), Strategy, Medieval History, Making Clothes, Horses' feet, cello, guitar, piano, etc..., Blah blah balh... Occupation: Student
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11/11/2004
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| Christmas, For many people, Christmas is family time. Yeah we all know that the little baby Jesus was born in a manger and stuff, we know all the story of the Nativity. We all know Luke 4. Yeah, we know it, but we so often take it for granted. Christmas became a season of giving, but we never ask why it is a season of giving. Christmas means more than just Christmas lights, family, presents under the tree. It is more than Charlie Brown and Egg Nog (even though there is not a real Christmas without it). Yes, snowmen, “Sleigh Ride”, and sentimentality are all great, but how many times in December do we stop and thank God for all we have- even if we feel like it is not much. How often do we stop and think about how blessed we are- not in our physical circumstances- but in our lives. I stopped once, and i thought – always a dangerous thing to do- and i realized that where i am in my life right now, and where i could have been has absolutely nothing to do with me, but everything to do with God’s grace. I could try and take claim for where i am in my life, or what i have, but that i know would not be truthful. I would be nothing, have nothing (except some STD), or would be nowhere if it weren’t for God sending his son, an innocent child, born sinless from a woman who had never been with a man, and gave that son for the people who would spit on him as he carried the cross that he would be nailed to and die. His son was given to us killers, sinners and whores (every single one of us). How often in our Christmas season do we even think about how undeserving of God’s love? How many times, when we get upset at not having a “good haul” this Christmas season, stop and think about how much we do have. We have God’s love, there is no gift that could have any larger impact on the lives of every sing one of us. When we sing our favorite Christmas Hymns, do we think about what we are singing, or do we enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings? Christ was given as the final sin offering for all, and we are here in our warm homes feeling all nostalgic and fuzzy, and we don’t even begin to understand God’s love. We care about our iPods our new shoes and our new games, but we don’t give a crap about the fact that our creator sent his Son to die a gruesome death and be rejected by His own Father as our sins (the selfishness that we horde in our lives) were placed on him. We don’t consider the pain that our father endured when his spotless Son cried out in agony "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" For some reason, there is some careless love of our own selves, and not a careless love of God. Let Christmas mean for you what it is becoming for me- the season of God’s giving his Son to die for every sin that i daily commit. Feliz Navidad | | |
| Basicaly. Like the word mullet, it is queer. Enjoy God all you people. | | |
| So i am not planning on changing my major. I thought at first that i might. I am not at least not now. I a trying to be willing for whatever God wants me to do. I thought about Music Education, but i know that would be my "easy way out" I am going to try to finish what i told God that would try - even if it is very painful and costly. This is my last night of freedom for a while. I will see what fun i can have, I watched star wars III tonight, and it was as i expected. For some reason the new star wars don't have the legacy that the old ones do. whatever. Life is confusing, but when is it not? I think that god wanted it that way. If it weren’t confusing, then we wouldn't need trust Him. I am beginning to feel like i like trusting Him, even if i don't do it most of the time. Life is Hard, but God is good. I am enjoying learning who God is, i mean his person, not just about him. God is amazing to me. He sent His only Son, to saver us from the very sins we were committing when we nailed Him to the tree. God saved us. We are nothing but scum, but for some baffling reason, God cares about every hair on my head. He cares about my needs - Physical needs, Emotional needs, and especially Physical needs. He is that good. I don't understand. I know it is not possible for me to understand, but that does not mean i will stop trying. I wish that i could write feelings. God is madly in love with all of us, i am amazed that we don't want to trust Him. I pray that some day i will be madly in love with Him. In another Chord. My dad and i did not connect at all this Thanksgiving. He spoke to me when he picked me up, that is about it. I have to trust God in this as well, but it is hard when it is so real to me. It hurts, but i am learning that God is a super dad as well. I pray that my dad would be more like God. | | |
| So, Thanksgiving break. I don't have much to say. I might not be able to come back to Texas over Christmas break. I will be going up to Chicago for half of the break, and after Christmas, i do not know what is going to happen. I want to come back, but i am afraid of the state my home will be in upon my return (my dad has been the only one at home for this whole semester). I will (i think) be working at the toy store that my sister works for in the windy city. Over the Break i have watched Happy Gilmore, Gladiator, and Saharah. I like all of them, but i didn't like HG as much as i used too. I think that i am getting more concervative. Oh well... BTW, i thought i would say that my niece is a Mullet! God has been unbeleivably good to me this semester. I am truly blessed. | | |
| Well,
In 48 hours, I should be in Greenville. This summer has been a mix of ups and downs. I have had some very educational experiences, and some very, well let’s just say I think that the stupidity out weighed the wise…
The highlight of my summer probably was spending time with my best friends Dos Adams and the Sawin Boys… We had so much fun, from going camping and canoeing to watching Nacho Libre, and Playing DDR. Life is good, and so is God. After being “Torn” between what to do with my life, I think that God has shown me where He wants me next year – Bob Jones University. I will miss what life I have in Texas, but I will be writing a new chapter with the title “The Ballade of Bobby Jones” (that’s for the Adams). I have learnt (hah, I done been homesckuled) – learned that it is better to not know where you will be in 5 years, or even next semester. How can you lean on God when you already know what is in store for you?
As some of you know, I will not be able to access Xanga while I am at school, something about public webspace or the like. So I will be using The Texas Homeschool Forum again. My site
Shiloh Phoenix
God Bless, and I pray that your next year will be amazing.
Creed of the Warrior Poet
I am a soldier of the Cross
I am a warrior poet and a member of a team
I serve the King, and the children of Christ
I will always place the mission first
I will never accept defeat
I will never quit
I will never leave a fallen comrade
I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough
I am tender, compassionate, and lovingly selfless
Trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills
I always maintain what God has put me in the stewardship of, including myself
I am an expert and i am a professional
I stand ready to deploy engage and destroy the enemies of God in any combat
I am a guardian of freedom and the Only Way of Life.
I am a soldier of the Cross
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