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| hey hey hey now whats this? a new xanga?
http://www.xanga.com/its_a_deep_burn
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| Back from Saranac. haha i have a newfound respect and admiration
for ten shekel shirt, mainly Lamont Hiebert. He came (not the
whole band, just him) and led worship.
The theme for this years retreat was Justice. Our Speaker was
Chris Rice (no not the artist ctrl shift 6) but he was very moving
nonetheless. He's an author of several books, and has dealt with
reconcilliation between races, ethnicities, and different sects of the
church. I got to meet a lot of new ppl, but the coolest of them
all, was Lamont. I got to meet the lead singer for Ten Shekel
Shirt. During Saturday night's extended service, we sang It is
Well. Iunno about you guys, but for me, that song cuts me
everytime. Especially "my sin not in part but the
whole//was nailed to the cross and I bear it no more//praise the Lord,
praise the Lord oh my soul." Well during that worship time, I was
standing in front of the stage. I was singing, and I guess I was
singing really loudly, but after the song was over he goes, "Wow did
you guys hear this kid? Man, you make it awesome for me to
sing. That was you right? *points to me*" During that same
set, he popped a string while changing tunings, and he went back to
change the string. When he came back out, he left his capo in the
backroom so he asked me to run and get it. Ahahahaha i know its
not much, but cmon guys u know me. So anyways afterwards we
talked a little bit and that was probably one of the cooler parts of
the trip =]. He signed my pick too so im putting it with my
collection back home haha. Anyways the real reason why this guy
is awesome is more than all that. Sure he played meet with me and
ocean just like i heard on the CD's, but he lives a very fulfillling
life. He is involved with setting up safe houses in places like
thailand, and burma where theres lots of child sex trafficing. He
has a heart for those children who need justice. (theres the theme for
the retreat) So he actually got involved with getting kids out
and worked with undercover agents, but eventually he realized that
there was not enough places to put the kids. So he started
establishing safe houses, and he goes and sings and plays with the kids
and gives them love. There are so many more stories that he
shared, and I'll talk about them with you guys if u ask me online or
something, but yea that dude is awesome. I didn't even get to
talk about Chris Rice yet either. Hes great too =].
Well I would have put in tons of pictures of ppl (probably a lot about
Lamont) but unfortunately, my camera died as soon as I got there and I
didn't bring a charger (stupid stupid wesley) Bah... so anyways I
had some questions answered, and more questions put into my life, but
all in all, it was a great experience to worship with a whole bunch of
types of ppl. Not that worshipping with koreans is a bad
thing. Just this time was refreshing =].
Just a brief entry. I left out Saranac Ball, late night jamming
sessions, SNOW!!, nachos, all that jazz. I might write more
later, I might not. eh who knows?
you rescue, you redeem
you save, you intervene
you rescue, you redeem
our lives, our stories...
*EDIT*
alright so tonight me and my buddy prad on my floor (from shri lanka)
dressed up as harold and kumar for halloween. enjoy =]
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| **Warning**: long and picture filled give it time =]
okay ladies and gents im finally updating... its friday night... my
floormates are gettin drunk, and my RA, who's mad chill, (yea thats
right i said mad chill) is just sitting in his room ignoring the loud
beerpong. Anyways i was hungry tonight so i opted to try
something. I already got a burrito from my floormate Tom, so now
I was shot for ideas. Then the genius I am, i decided to go
Korean. Here is where my food story begins:
Last weekend, my parents came up to visit, and they brought up some ziplocked rice bags.
(hyun mi rice yea u betcha)
Microwavable booyah. Better than the crap
longgrain american rice they serve sometimes in the cafeteria.
But I digress. So i have about 4, now 3 packages of nuke rice.
I take my rice, nuke it for 1 minute.
(Yea thats right, it's on the floor cuz im not allowed to have it so i hide it under my bed)
I open the microwave, its steaming and I know i did it too long, cuz
the plastic is stretching a bit. Eff me... whatever so I decide
rather than to grab another rice bag, Ill just eat the chemical
drenched rice. I put it in a bowl, and I go to my survival
kit. My hand instinctivley goes for the small little yellow jar
of cham geelum I have on reserve for just such occaisions. Then I
grab some of the leftover packets of soy sauce from those big sashimi
platters. Next is my jar of gochu jang, and then finally some
black pepper.
(the lineup)
Look I know what ure thinking. "wesley that
sounds delicious!" But honestly, i mixed all that shiznit
together and grabbed the quarter pint of water i have left. So
wesley's about to enjoy his meal right?
uhhh.. negative. I spoon myself a hefty serving of this red rice
disaster. I took a bite. First two thoughts: holy
crap this rice is hard... Wow way too much sesame oil... (yes it
is possible don't argue with me)
And then, like a dog going back to his own vomit I take my spoon and I
think, "maybe it was just that patch of rice" I know I know... Im
retarded.
I take another 2 bites and the thought that came to mind was "I immediately regret this decision" (Anchorman)
So i chucked it and now I have a bowl and spoon painted red, and a garbage pail with rock solid spicy oily peppery rice.
(Tomorrow will be garbage day, I'm sure)
Isn't college wonderful? But God must love me, cuz i found 1 last piece of bread in my room.
(Underneath: Honey bunches of oats with almonds. You can squeal with delight now)
PB and J time.
(self explanatory, I just wanted to use italics)
Minus the J... and the second piece of bread.
(Thats it, just a folded over piece of bread. Reminds me of Ecuador =])
O well still tasty.
Alright that was a long pointless entry I know, but whatever.
moral of the story? Toilets hate me.
goodbye
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