I am flabbergasted. How did I not know that such a show existed?? A show about treehouses?
I am flabbergasted. How did I not know that such a show existed?? A show about treehouses?
This isn’t even an exaggeration. This is real life information that really hasn’t impacted my life in any real tangible way…but it’s good to know.
I learned what…
1. …a Duvet is
A duvet? Sheets for your sheets? Are you joking me right now? Why would I care at all that my sheets were warm? They are there for me – not each other. Having a duvet is like having a toothbrush for your toothbrush. Did you know Danny Tanner (of Full House fame) vacuumed his vacuum cleaned his cleaning products? You know what happened? People laughed at him. It was the audience, but they laughed.
2. …Passive Aggressive means
It’s shocking. I’m 28 and write for a living and have somehow made it through life not knowing the true meaning of passive aggressive. It’s hilarious. I can’t wait to see it happen in real life (which I probably have millions of times) and tell someone they are being passive aggressive. Should be a good time.
3. …corned beef tastes like.
I have never had it before. We had a Christmas party for my church and my friend Kelsey made some. My brain couldn’t handle how good it was. I don’t know if it’s all like that, but this was delicious. I don’t even know what corned beef is, but I don’t really care either. There are more important things to learn like that sheets have sheets.
4. …what Shawarma is
Shawarma, which I forget how to spell every time I type it, is fantastic. It’s like a pillar of meat that rotates and cooks slowly. Apparently it’s rubbed down with spices, then the fat runs down and mixes them and cooks at the same time. It’s insane. Then you throw all the stuff I’ve never heard of along with it, and somehow it’s incredible. I don’t know what Tahini sauce is, but who does? No one does and no one cares as long as you keep slinging me that shawarma. Go to Shawerma [sic] Express in Fairfax. You’ll know you’re in the right place because the owners are terrifying.
I have always had a problem understanding how God loved us. I’m a man. Those two things are related. It’s just not something “I got”. Alright, Jesus died for us. But that’s hard for me to understand and hard to relate to. But after a culmination of various events, I think I’m starting get it, and it’s much more epic than I ever thought.
About 3 months ago my cousin shipped off to Marine Corp boot camp in Parris Island. I just went down to watch him graduate the day before Thanksgiving. The discipline, unity and purpose that these guys have is one of the most admirable things I can ever imagine.
I’ve been “around” members of the military my whole life and it’s one of the only things that can invoke some kind of teary-eyedness out of me. I think the same goes for most men. Whether that’s Braveheart, Gladiator, or seeing a true account of a battlefield mission, there’s something deep inside the heart of a man that is in total admiration and maybe a little jealousy. “Wild at Heart” is a great read all about that.
After seeing my cousin graduate and how pumped he is, it’s becoming increasingly clear to me that he, and the other new marines, are ready to lay their lives down for me. The other guys don’t know me. But they have this incredible call on their lives where they felt lead to do so, and it’s not something I take for granted. I have always known this about members of the armed forces, but now with my cousin going in, it’s a little more personal.
Ever since I got back from Parris Island, I have been obsessively watching documentaries on special forces training and watching the grueling torment these guys go through to be in an elite task force. It’s unreal. These guys are throwing up, passing out, breaking bones and bleeding so they can protect me and my freedom. It certainly takes a special kind of person to do so, but it is a phenomenal calling and these guys are rushing head-in.
Last night I prayed that I would continue to get some understanding on Jesus’ love for me and to make it real. Today, by chance, I read John 15:12 which says:
This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you.
It clicked that in the say way these Marines are ready to lay their lives down for me, the same is true of Jesus. In the same way that these men storm the front lines and take the full blow of enemy fire, Jesus has done the same for me. Suddenly my view of Jesus has changed. He had the same calling as these soldiers (kind of). He knew he was headed to his death. The mission was more important than his life. The same is true of our military.
I want that kind of love that I would lay down my life for others. To have the same mindset and fearlessness that Jesus has. The same as every man ever looks up to William Wallace or Maximus in Gladiator. Jesus kicked so much butt and endured more than any of these guys, real or fictional.
What an incredible call that we do not deserve. It’s the most noble thing I can think of, not to mention it’s the greatest love that anyone could ever show.
Are you ready to lay your life down for one another as Christ did? If not, what is your mission?
…is a killer song from Fleetwood Mac. I love it. I’ve lived it. But it’s not always as cracked up as it sounds. As a Christian, attempting to go my own way doesn’t work. I’ve chosen to submit my life to a God whom I believe has a bigger and better plan for me. The pieces of that plan, my daily life, change constantly. Sometimes I feel led to speak to a youth group – sometimes I feel led to go talk to a homeless person – sometimes I just go help set up an event. It looks different. Sometimes it seems like it doesn’t make a difference, but truly, I know it does.
I don’t do these things because I’m a good person. I know aside from my being a Christian, I would probably ignore a lot of opportunities to serve, help or contribute in ways that would glorify God and show love to others. Even as a Christian, I sometimes (and sometimes often) ignore all these opportunities. I go my own way. And I can start to feel it. The fact that I am no longer submitting my life to God’s plan. A plan that simply requires me to love God and to love others. It builds up and becomes a tremendous weight.
Mark 12:30-31, ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.
Doing all these things as a Christian doesn’t earn me some gold stars or extra credit. My actions towards others should be a reflection of my relationship with God. I should find joy in serving others because Jesus served others, and in doing so, He laid His life down for me. Out of my appreciation and love of Christ, I should be doing the same. And when I don’t, it’s because I’ve lost focus somewhere along the way.
Going my own way sucks. There’s nothing at the end of that road. I’ve tried it. Stopped reading my Bible, praying, being a part of a Christian community – when you know and have experienced the fullness of a relationship with God, living without it is losing your purpose. There’s no fulfillment in anything I do apart from God. There’s not. I don’t get some reward for saying that or writing this: that’s just the truth. It’s an emptiness and search for satisfaction in other things that never ends.
I wrote this because I read James 1:2-4, 12 –
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness…Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.
Steadfastness: a life of faithful endurance amid troubles and afflictions.
How easily am I thrown off my pursuit of a deeper relationship with God? Does a busy schedule keep me from that? Sometimes. That’s sad, right?
As Christians we need to strive for a deep relationship with God so that in the face of difficult times, we can lean and trust Him to be our support. That’s one of the marks of a Christian. Christians in DC hardly experience the persecution found in other countries, yet we have an incredibly hard time “enduring” a relationship with God with a crappy commute, desk job, and social schedule.
Get back on track.
ps. it really is a great song.
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A lot of very important and life changing things happened this week – not just for me but for everyone at Panera in Fairfax. I thought I would recap the week with my life’s top stories. It’s likely that the whole world is waiting on this entry, so I will not keep it waiting any longer.
I was sent a video by Hannah of Never Have I Ever. It is Jesse Spano, or the actress who plays her, on Dancing With the Stars and she is dancing to I’m So Excited. It’s pretty great stuff.
In case you missed it, I witnessed a fantastic Panera breakup the other day and reported via Twitter. Click here to read it. I even put it in chronological order for you. There are twists, turns, unexpected guests and muffins.
I live in an awesome, big house…until November 11. My landlord told us he was selling our house and actually sold it all within 2 weeks. How exciting for him. Austin and I are frantically looking for a place with 2 bedrooms. Holler at me. hashtag help.
Upon receiving news of the selling house, Austin and I have been looking at potential places to live. I found a house on craigslist. We went to see it. It smelled like curie. The owner took us to the kitchen and as he turned on the lights, a baby roach ran across the counter. He took us to the master bedroom and several baby roaches were on the floor. I said, “Looks like you got some bugs here.” And then we left.
Phil made us some awesome chicken on the grill. He calls it beer butt chicken. I won’t go into detail on how it’s made, but lets say it’s very fortunate for the chicken that it’s already dead.
Having people make me food is one of my favorite things to do. Sarah made some chili for a few of us last night and it was fantastic. We also watched Poltergeist.
Isabel, my awesome photographer friend, visited from California this past weekend. It became a reunion or sorts as we took over a corner of Silver Diner. It’s always good catching up and being at Silver Diner, the most magical diner in all the land. It’s where traditions continue.
Cedar Run’s College and Career group did a little pumpkin carving action this past weekend. When we all put our pumpkins outside to take a picture, I accidentally got a pic of 2 demon ghost twins wearing dark skirts and white shirts. I’m not sure what that means, but it can’t be good.
I went and saw Finch this week. Finch was one of those screaming bands from the early 2000’s that my friends and I listened to in high school. They made one of those cd’s I could listen to all the way through and are doing a 10 year anniversary tour just for that CD. At the show, I was reminded of how old I am. I felt like I was at Jesse Pinkman’s house from Breaking Bad.
Last, but certainly not least, my friend Lindy got married! Such an awesome wedding at a killer venue on Georgetown’s waterfront. Plus the food was crazy good. Awesome job by the photographer, too. Check it out.