This is an old post, but it is worth repeating...I think.

Romans 12:9-21
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Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.
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Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.
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Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay,"says the Lord. On the contrary: "If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head."Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
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This is what some people (especially one) have been trying to explain to me. The fact that we are brothers, the fact that we are told to help one another on our journeys. We are called to support one another, we are called to mourn with those who mourn, rejoice with those who rejoice. We are told to see one another's needs and to do something about them. JESUS CHRIST is our example. HE is our older brother, the one we look up to, the one we all want to be like because HE is so amazing. JESUS CHRIST is our prime example, HE GAVE UP HIS LIFE FOR US. How many of us would give our lives for our irrational younger brothers and sisters, or even the older ones who constantly mock you for going to math club? But this is what HE did. HE GAVE HIS LIFE FOR US. SINNERS! HE sees what we have done, HE knows everything about us. And HE LOVES US. HE knows all of our failures, all of our faults, all of our "deep, dark secrets" (to use a horribly cliched line). HE knows all of that, and yet, HE gave HIS life for us. And we can't even look at the people around us, even the ones we profess to love, and say, "Yes, I love that person and I would do anything for him." We can't say that, because we KNOW it's not true. We KNOW that we would fail.
But,

GOD
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DOES
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NOT
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FAIL

Do you think we're too flippant with the word "love"?

Hymn 19

Let us of Christ our Lord and Saviour sing,
For, though God’s equal, though eternal King,
He did not to His rightful glory cling.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!

Himself He emptied that He us might save;
Himself for us, God’s chosen ones, He gave,
And, born as man, our Lord became a slave.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!

He bore the weakness of our human frame
And He obedient unto death became,
For on a cross He died, in bitter shame.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!

God therefore raised Him to the heavenly heights,
Bestowed on Him, the Lord of life and light,
The Name surpassing every name in might.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!

Let at the name of Jesus every knee,
From heav’n above to depths below the sea,
Now humbly bow before His majesty.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!

Let every tongue confess that Christ is King,
For He is Lord of all created things.
So to the praise of God the Father sing:
Hallelujah, hallelujah!


This was the last song in our Christmas service this morning.
I wish I could convey to you how loudly and powerfully and beautifully it was sung.

Christmas Day

Merry Christmas.


I saw a cardinal this morning. It was lovely.


I'm going to church.

short hair

Showers are so nice, especially when you put on pajama pants after and drink tea. The aftermath of showers make them that much better.

I'm going to go watch Wheel of Fortune.

see that snow fall

You know it's Christmas time when your mom is making Sucre a la Creme and fudge.

I miss it.

When I was little I wore dresses. I wore dresses and I sat on the heater. I sat on the heater and my dress billowed. My dress billowed from the warm air. I miss it.

Don't you?

thoughts

I'm starting to get happy about Christmas. I need music. Milk is pretty dang tasty. The library is so great, but I wish I had one of my own. It was my opa's birthday. We celebrated. It was wonderful. Proper punctuation is an asset. Sometimes I think I have too much music to choose from, but then I wonder what I would do if I didn't have it. There are people in the world whom God decided to bless with the talent of music. I'm glad there are so many different genres even though I don't like some of them. New pajama pants are very comfortable, especially plaid ones. There are refridgerators so we can have leftover nights. There are words that I don't know the meaning of so that I look them up. K'nex rollercoasters are really neat. There are songs that make me happy and songs that make me sad. There are people that make me realize that I can't [and don't need to] run the race alone. Bad hair days should not exist when one has short hair. My family is really neat, even though I "freak out" at them sometimes. Candles have a very distinct smell, I like to call it "candle-smell". Jesus gave his mother to his friend. People listen even if you don't expect them to, be careful what you say and to whom. Milk feels exceptionally cold when you drink it while eating a candy cane. Lyrics are confusing sometimes. I think too much. Remote control helicopters can be dangerous. Plaid is my new favourite colour. People are very different from one another, even though sometimes they seem to be very similar. Onward to shoulder-length hair.


On another front, I almost fell down the stairs in my eagerness to get milk.

haha, funny thing I just read:
The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.

Why is it so hard to recommend things?

Ahhhhhhhhhh

The invisible juice that your neice makes for you when you wake up is so much better than any cup of coffee.

I am refreshed.

To a certain degree.

unnatural sigh of contentment.

Yippee for having my Zen again!


...
Thanks Carol-Lee, for so many things.

your only neice

There's something exciting about having your only neice on your lap and spinning in circles on an office chair with her screaming, quite loudly I might add.
And playing music and dancing shamelessly with her.
And when she hides on you and you go to find her and once you do, you hoist her into the air and twirl her around and she screams again.
And the fact that she says "Again. Again!" when you put her down.
And the way she yells your name from the top of the stairs when you get home.
And making a gingerbread house with her slowly and surreptitiously eating all the candies while you wonder at how they are so swiftly disappearing.

Isn't it neat?

Isn't it neat that time seems to move faster or slower depending on what one is doing?

Isn't it neat that your lips feel floppy and it's really hard to whistle after playing sax for a while?

Isn't it neat that if you think about something you can usually find a good aspect to it?

Isn't it neat that music can make you feel really happy and really sad?

Isn't it neat that being with people can change your feelings so much?

Isn't it neat that playing in snow can fill you up with energy?

Isn't it neat that God is there even when we ignore Him?

Isn't it neat that music can be really wonderful even though it sounds really awful?

Isn't it neat that people can shock you even though you've known them for a long time?

Isn't it neat that when you hug someone you can feel their heart beating?

Isn't it neat that we can learn etymology?

Isn't it neat that question marks are curvy and indicate how you should read?

Isn't it neat that talking to and laughing with people can be really helpful?

Isn't it neat that people forgive?

I think it's neat.


P.S. I think I'll let you all know that this is post one hundred...What a milestone!

Now I have a day to read, hooray for sick-ness!

Sorta....

I'm gone-dhi!

haHA Facebook! In your face!

[and you can't say Facebook doesn't have a face, I mean, honestly, it's name is FACEbook.]

cinnamon buns

Sausage-cooking smell totally defeats the goodness of cinnamon bun smell.

Sigh, what a waste of a good smell.

rectilinear propogation

The Rectilinear Propogation of Light clearly states that light travels in a straight line even though it has the potential to refract and reflect at angles different than that at which it had first commenced.

Yay Physics!

happiness

I'm quite happy right now, despite the fact that I have a paper due tomorrow which I have not started and that I am feeling the start of a cold.

It has something to do with being energized from going outside and being active after sitting all day.
And talking to Brittni.

the snow

Snow is so refreshing. I'm really happy that I went out and frolicked and romped in the snow. I went on the swing, it was wonderful. Then I went down the slide twice and the second time I laid at the bottom, eyes closed, and felt the snow fall on my face.

After completing a snow angle, I deemed myself wet.

nervous

The cat is sitting upon the window sill, tentatively watching the snow fall roughly to the ground. She is nervous. She cranes her neck to look at me, her ear twitches. Looking outside once more, she watches again the snow that batters the earth. Her head moves as she watches, horrified. She no longer sees the bush that should be outside the window, a common sight of hers. Her ear flicks back again and she breathes loudly.

It doesn't seem right to cancel church... It's like... Church? Cancel? WHAT?

It kind of makes me disappointed when church is cancelled.
But it doesn't make me as disappointed as I would be if someone cancelled a party.

It kind of makes me sad that that's true. But not enough.

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my dad is home now.

I've never understood the leaving-milk-out-for-santa-thing. Wouldn't it be warm by the time he got to drink it anyway?

tree therapy

You know what's great? When you come home and you're kind of depressed and then it smells like Christmas tree. And you go upstairs and there it is! Wow, Christmas trees are the greatest kind of therapy ever. So, if you feel depressed, my advice is, go somewhere where there are Christmas trees. It will make you feel better. (but only in the Christmas season...)

frustration

People are horrible. We will do anything to make ourselves appear "better". What is the DEAL?!?!?!

Why do we have to be so horribly evil?

addition

I'm sorry that I hurt you more than I mean to.
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I'm sorry that I mean to hurt you.
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I'm sorry that I don't accept your sorries.
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I'm sorry that I don't accept your forgivness.

rocketship underpants

What's the point of wearing your favourite rocketship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?

It's kind of like:
Are you really a Christian if nobody asks about it? Are you really showing your faith in your actions?

In other words:
What's the point of being a Christian if you're going to hide it like those favourite rocketship underpants?

I like complete sentences, with correct grammar.

brain gauge has moved from "full" to "warning : overflow"

hehe

Pie-in-face!


SPLAT


Yeh, probably the grossest thing ever..especially when it's in your hair...and ear...and nose....and basically all over your head area.

Square dance.

Heck yes.

advertising makes me sick.

it doesn't improve an already bad mood. not a bit.

to those who are friends

I'm sorry that I don't talk to you about what's happening with me.
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I'm sorry that sometimes I forget your birthdays.
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I'm sorry that I don't share.
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I'm sorry that I don't seem to have time to be with you.
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I'm sorry that I laugh at you a lot.
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I'm sorry that I am a bit of a cretin.
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I'm sorry that I brush you off.
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I'm sorry that I take a lot from you, and don't give back.
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I'm sorry that I tease you.
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I'm sorry that I make promises and fail to keep them.
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I'm sorry that I think I can just say sorry and it will fix everything.

God will put you right where He wants you.

women of all ages are enjoying coffee and treats

AAAAAAAAA

It's December! This is ridiculous! Now, I actually have to get work done! I can't say, "Ahaha, it's still November, I got lots of time!" Because it's December. Although, for at least the next week, I'll still be saying that because I'll forget it's December. So, no worries. I still have a week to procrastinate. Cool thing about that word. "Cras" is Latin and it means "tomorrow". And "pro" means forward, right? So, you are moving something forward to tomorrow. Neat, eh? Yeah, I thought so. I love word etymology. And, no, I'm not an English buff. I just like words. It's like a hobby. Maybe I'll do an intensive study of Latin in University. That would be so sweet. Hmmmm, maybe I'll just learn all different languages and then I can wow everyone with my insane language skills. Good plan, eh?

P.S. Dan has completed his Rubix cube several times (several meaning many x lots x tons x a big number - 12). He's probably my hero, because I know I've never finished a Rubix cube.

Disney Day

So, the girls from work and I are having a Disney Day in which we (obviously) are going to watch several Disney movies and it's going to be swell. Yip. That's the plan. Sometime soon. We're not entirely sure. We're horrible planners. But yeah, it's going to be SO much fun because I like those girls a lot. And we're watching Disney movies. Honestly, how much better can it get than that? Hanging out with people you like, watching Disney movies, and eating munchies. Yeh. It's going to be SHWELL!