Found this thingy
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"retain the central ideological values and core concerns as we can"
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?
The southern wall.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Doctor Who!
4. Without looking, guess what time it is.
9:15
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
9:13
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Coughing!
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
I got some water from the tank a few hours ago.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
A Homeschooler's forum.
9. What are you wearing?
Jeans, Black tee and a jumper.
10. Did you dream last night?
I don't remember.
11. When did you last laugh?
Too long ago!
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Stuff, some testamurs, bookshelves, much bookshelf.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
Well, I walked past a mirror not too long ago.....
14. What do you think of this quiz?
Nothing really, I could start thinking, but that might be hard.
15. What is the last film or video you saw?
Chicago.
16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I have never put much thought into that. probably a whole lot of Bibles.
17. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
I'm a bloke!
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics,
what would you do?
Get rid of the hatred.
19. Do you like to dance?
I sure do!
20. Comment to George Bush:
Ummm, "it's not the critic that counts!"
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Well, I'd have to discuss that with my other half. Who I'm not sure if I've met yet.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
I would suggest, to my hypothetical other half, the name Enoch. very Biblical.
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
There's no doubt about that.
24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gate?
"Well done good and faithful servant"
Well,
That was pretty random.
I should have spent the time on something more constructive.
Oh well, maybe I can think of something worthwhile to say later.
Slàn!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
And so....
I gave it some thinking,
and I gave it some thought,
and I finally decided,
to keep this poem short.
I came up with that one when I should have been studying.
Anyway, down to business! About the question I posed in my first post...... I have decided not to detail an answer here. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I now think that the question I raised in my first post doesn't actually address the issue I thought it did, also, I just don't feel like turning my blog into a series of essays about things that pop into my head while waiting to go somewhere. However, if someone asks me to, I can relate my leangthy opinion on the issue.
Whenever I write a poem, It's because the inspiration for it is Just there, right in my recent experiance. This sometimes means I write about burnt dinner, people who make me feel really angry or a satisfying Cup of Coffee. But the one thing in common that can be found in any poem I write that took me longer than two minutes to write, is my faith. It's the one thing I have as a constant. My self-esteem, happiness, health, comfort and everything else are unreliable, but Jesus is reliable, and he's always in my recent experiance.
Here's another likkle poem That I wrote, It doesn't have a name, but the name doesn't define the poem, just the content.
Today was a bit grueling,
with hard bits here and there,
Hurts and bumps and careless words,
and things that just weren't fair.
Grinding pain was with me too,
Blaring through my being,
and at times the best I managed,
was just to keep from crying.
But in all of that, the worst of my day,
when my tasks seemed too big for me,
I felt you there, Lord, Holding me up,
Helping me stand and be free.
Anyway, I should go and clean up the Kitchen now.
But before I do, I am going to try to write "hello world" with yellow rubber gloves on.
Here goes for a Jared's first............. (drumroll).............
hello worlkd.
Well, that was pretty unspectaculoar., I'll just have to live with it.
Slàn!
Jazza.
and I gave it some thought,
and I finally decided,
to keep this poem short.
I came up with that one when I should have been studying.
Anyway, down to business! About the question I posed in my first post...... I have decided not to detail an answer here. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I now think that the question I raised in my first post doesn't actually address the issue I thought it did, also, I just don't feel like turning my blog into a series of essays about things that pop into my head while waiting to go somewhere. However, if someone asks me to, I can relate my leangthy opinion on the issue.
Whenever I write a poem, It's because the inspiration for it is Just there, right in my recent experiance. This sometimes means I write about burnt dinner, people who make me feel really angry or a satisfying Cup of Coffee. But the one thing in common that can be found in any poem I write that took me longer than two minutes to write, is my faith. It's the one thing I have as a constant. My self-esteem, happiness, health, comfort and everything else are unreliable, but Jesus is reliable, and he's always in my recent experiance.
Here's another likkle poem That I wrote, It doesn't have a name, but the name doesn't define the poem, just the content.
Today was a bit grueling,
with hard bits here and there,
Hurts and bumps and careless words,
and things that just weren't fair.
Grinding pain was with me too,
Blaring through my being,
and at times the best I managed,
was just to keep from crying.
But in all of that, the worst of my day,
when my tasks seemed too big for me,
I felt you there, Lord, Holding me up,
Helping me stand and be free.
Anyway, I should go and clean up the Kitchen now.
But before I do, I am going to try to write "hello world" with yellow rubber gloves on.
Here goes for a Jared's first............. (drumroll).............
hello worlkd.
Well, that was pretty unspectaculoar., I'll just have to live with it.
Slàn!
Jazza.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Things that crossed mind while I was typing
Well, my sunday has run away
and monday has now come,
I've still got many things to do,
A gauntlet yet to run.
But even though I doubt sometimes,
and shy away from fear,
God is always standing by me,
That point is always clear.
And when my rhyme and metre fail,
and my equations don't equate,
God still loves me anyway,
Which is a blessed fate.
Written impulsivly at about 12:45 AM Monday, by me.
Well, At the moment I am formulating a more complete answer to the question posed In my first post. It'll take some time, the draft is already about three paragraphs long.
It occurred to me in the middle of the night to explain what Slàn means and why I used SombasaUmpartiate as my Url. Slàn is a Gaelic word meaning "go safely", And Sombasa Umpartiate is totally misspelt Zulu that sort of means grabbing Apartide against it's will. It's from a south African Song that often gets called 'Sibamba' (the song's about grabbing apartheid and throwing it into the sea). Apartheid has already crashed and burned, but I like the song muchly.
As I was reading psalm 51 today, which is perhaps one of my favorite passages of scripture, The following bit Jumped out at me like it hadn't before: "Make me hear joy and gladness, That bones you have broken may rejoice." (vs. 8, NKJV). How often do I pray that? That God will change me on the inside so that I can always rejoice, even when the bones go crunch? Not enough. But then again, the point is not whether I pray enough, laugh enough or sing enough. The point, is that God desires our inward parts. Our heart. Praying is works. Faith is Faith. Faith without works is dead, Works without faith get you nowhere. Faith in our heart that is alive spawns works. Throw a Good helping of love over everything, along with the Live Faith in our hearts and we have the following from Ephesians chapter 3: "That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height- to know the love of christ which passess knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God." (vs 17-19, NKJV).
I'm not sure if this really qualifies as ranting.
Oh well.
Cait, Al and David,
this one's for you;
Streetvulopho
Trusting is a scary thing,
to close your eyes and make a leap,
trusting in a promise made,
and hoping that a promise Keeps
Hoping is a wonderous thing,
It stirs the heart, and spurs the soul,
on towards that lovely thing,
that has become our highest goal
But what is trust without great hope,
placed in a promise against our fall?
And trustless hope spurs no-one's soul,
and isn't really hope at all.
Love is better than both of these,
it stays throughout, over long years.
love stays love through faltered trust,
through shameful, bloody, hopeless tears
And Jesus loved us while still rebels,
and gave us love in hopeless days,
so we can have great hope in trusting him,
and him being near us, the length of lifes' Maze.
I came up with the name when I was into making up anagrams.
It's made up of three words used in the poem.
I actually wrote it a while ago and posted it on www.talkjesus.com
Alrighty,
I just remembered some other things which I must get done (about four).
Slàn!
P.S.
Just in case anyone wonders how a poem can be for someone/s without being written Specifically for them, then my answer is Jubbley Wubbly. It's like singing a song for someone/s. so as the cheat says, Meh!
and monday has now come,
I've still got many things to do,
A gauntlet yet to run.
But even though I doubt sometimes,
and shy away from fear,
God is always standing by me,
That point is always clear.
And when my rhyme and metre fail,
and my equations don't equate,
God still loves me anyway,
Which is a blessed fate.
Written impulsivly at about 12:45 AM Monday, by me.
Well, At the moment I am formulating a more complete answer to the question posed In my first post. It'll take some time, the draft is already about three paragraphs long.
It occurred to me in the middle of the night to explain what Slàn means and why I used SombasaUmpartiate as my Url. Slàn is a Gaelic word meaning "go safely", And Sombasa Umpartiate is totally misspelt Zulu that sort of means grabbing Apartide against it's will. It's from a south African Song that often gets called 'Sibamba' (the song's about grabbing apartheid and throwing it into the sea). Apartheid has already crashed and burned, but I like the song muchly.
As I was reading psalm 51 today, which is perhaps one of my favorite passages of scripture, The following bit Jumped out at me like it hadn't before: "Make me hear joy and gladness, That bones you have broken may rejoice." (vs. 8, NKJV). How often do I pray that? That God will change me on the inside so that I can always rejoice, even when the bones go crunch? Not enough. But then again, the point is not whether I pray enough, laugh enough or sing enough. The point, is that God desires our inward parts. Our heart. Praying is works. Faith is Faith. Faith without works is dead, Works without faith get you nowhere. Faith in our heart that is alive spawns works. Throw a Good helping of love over everything, along with the Live Faith in our hearts and we have the following from Ephesians chapter 3: "That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height- to know the love of christ which passess knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God." (vs 17-19, NKJV).
I'm not sure if this really qualifies as ranting.
Oh well.
Cait, Al and David,
this one's for you;
Streetvulopho
Trusting is a scary thing,
to close your eyes and make a leap,
trusting in a promise made,
and hoping that a promise Keeps
Hoping is a wonderous thing,
It stirs the heart, and spurs the soul,
on towards that lovely thing,
that has become our highest goal
But what is trust without great hope,
placed in a promise against our fall?
And trustless hope spurs no-one's soul,
and isn't really hope at all.
Love is better than both of these,
it stays throughout, over long years.
love stays love through faltered trust,
through shameful, bloody, hopeless tears
And Jesus loved us while still rebels,
and gave us love in hopeless days,
so we can have great hope in trusting him,
and him being near us, the length of lifes' Maze.
I came up with the name when I was into making up anagrams.
It's made up of three words used in the poem.
I actually wrote it a while ago and posted it on www.talkjesus.com
Alrighty,
I just remembered some other things which I must get done (about four).
Slàn!
P.S.
Just in case anyone wonders how a poem can be for someone/s without being written Specifically for them, then my answer is Jubbley Wubbly. It's like singing a song for someone/s. so as the cheat says, Meh!
Sunday, July 30, 2006
First Post.
Unimaginativly named, but franlkly true.
I have never in my life had a blog before, so with next to no prompting by anyone else, I've decided to start one. Unfortunatly, this post cannot be very long, seeing as I have committed to being On time-ish to sunday school teaching, so even if I make the clock nervous by the way I keep on looking at it, I'll keep track of time (says Jared, absent-mindedly). Which brings to mind the question; If a committment is made, is it more important that the committment is kept, or that damage is avoided in the keeping of that committment? Well, to be considered is whether the factors in the question (keeping a committment, and not causing harm by the means of keeping that committment) can be quantified, or should be qualified? By quantified, I mean that one might be considered right, and the other more right, one as wrong, the other as right or some other description.
well, The clock (and my dad) is telling me that I should leave this for now and go teach sunday school because time is of the essence (what exactly does that mean, anyway?).
Slàn!
Jared
I have never in my life had a blog before, so with next to no prompting by anyone else, I've decided to start one. Unfortunatly, this post cannot be very long, seeing as I have committed to being On time-ish to sunday school teaching, so even if I make the clock nervous by the way I keep on looking at it, I'll keep track of time (says Jared, absent-mindedly). Which brings to mind the question; If a committment is made, is it more important that the committment is kept, or that damage is avoided in the keeping of that committment? Well, to be considered is whether the factors in the question (keeping a committment, and not causing harm by the means of keeping that committment) can be quantified, or should be qualified? By quantified, I mean that one might be considered right, and the other more right, one as wrong, the other as right or some other description.
well, The clock (and my dad) is telling me that I should leave this for now and go teach sunday school because time is of the essence (what exactly does that mean, anyway?).
Slàn!
Jared
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