Children's Book

One of those things I've been putting off since sometime last year is the children's book I'm gonna write. I already wrote a rough draft, but I don't like it, and I wanna completely redo it. See, unlike my first draft, Dr. Seuss wrote most of his books in anapestic tetrameter, a poetic meter. I don't wanna sound stupid when I write, so I'm gonna try to rewrite it more professionally

Oh, and I may have nothing to do this 4th of July. I have the option of going back to the lakehouse with relatives, but I don't wanna drive that much, or deal with the visible effects of a generational curse.

Us & Angels

Here's a brief catch-up. Servolution followed Kenya. It was a missions trip to Rockwall and God spoke to me ever so clearly and He actively guided my prayers, whether out loud or to myself. I've been working the firework stand since then too, to raise money for LA (my third and final missions trip of the summer).

So, I was thinking the other day about how angels appeared to so many people in the Old Testament, and even in the New one, so I asked God why they don't come so much anymore, at least in my experience.

I liked the answer I got. See, the angels came bearing a message. "Joshua, walk around Jericho", "Lions, shut yo mouth", "Shepherds, head over to Bethlehem 'cause your favorite baby is being birthed", "Saul/Paul, what the hole are you doing persecuting me?"

How do you or I get messages from God? Through prophecy, right? See, God is choosing to honor us by using us as His messengers. The messages that could be sent through shining heavenly beings with stylish wings are being sent through you and me. God doesn't have to use angels when His children are obedient to Him and His Words.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I did a version of my "Christianity on the Offense" sermon, except more as a testimonial for a Paradigm video we did last night. I'm hoping it'll be as good as the original idea God put in my head.

My Time In Kenya

Ah, the joys of summer. Time for a quick catch-up (not ketchup) time, a'ight? So, first I went to Kenya for two weeks. It was warmer and wetter than last year, which I thought would be a plus until I woke up in the middle of the night to "ZZZZZZZZZEEAAAAUUUWWWWW" flying by my ear. I wacked myself in the head many a time trying to get those mosquitoes, or "maussies", as Gavin Audognotti, my roommate while I was there, called them.

I preached/taught three times. The first was on "Superpowers Through Christ", where I focused on the right heart and mindset when you go about prayer and working in the supernatural. One guy came up to me later and told me that it would change his life.

I preached at our youth event on "Christianity on the Offense", where my main comparison was a soccer analogy. Unfortunately, I didn't think to repeat the analogy, so I ended up sounding a bit off. I also accidentally said, "Offensive Christianity", which confused the translator.

The only message I had completely written out and prepared was about being heard by your authority. When you write a message at three in the morning the day you're leaving, most of the words just might end up being more God than you. I taught it for sunday school, but most of the people there were teenagers, who, like me, get bored pretty easily.

Oh, I almost forgot; I'm a celebrity in Kenya. Every kid at the G.C.C. (the place that houses all the AIDS and HIV kids) and the school nearby recognized me and yelled out my name as soon as I got there.

While on safari, I ran into some punk tribesman that thought they could jump higher than me. I beat the first Masai, but then they sent out their best, and frankly, I didn't wanna embarrass them with my skills.

If you wanna hear more, I'm making another scrapbook-type thing with Publisher, and that will have whatever journal entries I had time to do.

Back From Keny

One of the greatest new things I learned while in Kenya was about the life cycle of the hippo. Their whole lives are just swimming and eating. They die because they're too fat to get out of the water to eat more, so they die of starvation.

That's the dream.

BurfDoy

I had a great birthday, mostly spent hanging out with Jordan. Here's a tiny piece of it.



I've been typing up Kenya sermons for like an hour, trying to make them look good, but it's tough. Even though I have the lessons down alright, I haven't even thought of prime examples from my life to throw in, which is what makes it go down smooth.

"The first shall be last" is a fun justification for procrastination.

INCOMING BIRTHDAY!

Senior's Night Out is tomorrow- MY BIRTHDAY IS ON FRIDAY- One more Kenya meeting on saturday- I leave for Kenya on sunday.

God has been blessing me a bunch financially, both personally and for Kenya. I'm doing a lil' online work, and since I work cheap and fast, people like me on there.

Tonight at Paradigm, God showed me stuff to pray for during pre-service prayer, and I started getting convicted during worship, so I wrote it down, then Pastor Nick preached on it. Oh prophecy.

Oh Dreams

I haven't been updating much 'cause summer is lazy/busy...

My One and my brother are dating. Weird? Yes.

Then I had a "real" dream last night, which is where I learn what my subconscious is thinkin' about. From what I remember, Josh Newman, Pasha, Jordan, Elinor, and I were all in a van with an African guy driving. I remember wanting to tell Newman about Elinor and Preston dating, but we couldn't find a time when everyone wasn't around. Then I made a comment about it to Elinor, and she got a lil' mad.

I learned from this that I need to give my brother's new relationship to God and not think about it, find time to hang out with Newman, and go to Africa to have an African drive me around in a van.