You know how most of them seem to be us reasuring ourselves of His existence. I know that’s a cinical point of view and I don’t want to put that spin on this idea. I’m more or less womdering about the ideas behind worship music.

Make a joyfull noise right, and it’s an expresion of ones self. (or atleast the person who wrote the song) I think for me its more or less that I can’t just turn on worship mode. Its definitely something to warm up to.

Another thing that I often wonder about is what past generations would say about the production of a simple worship set up like the one above.

Any thoughts?

If you could define your faith by defining your polar opposite what would it be?

My polar opposite is the person that does and says things on a blind leap of faith. On average I like to wait and test the water, see what’s going on first. I’ll admit, sometime even I have to close my eyes and jump.

just remember that even though the north pole is on the top and the south pole is on the bottom, their both covered in Ice…

Although I find Church strange in the fact that the same Bible verses are referenced a million time in the span of only half my life time, it would appear there are more than a million different ways to look at something. Believe me I know what the right frame of mind can do for any sermon, and I know what the wrong frame of mind can do as well.

So as I sat there I pulled out my pins and began to draw a few doodles while listening, and as I listened I thought about a few things.

Here they are… I scribbled these down in Church as they came into my head…

Stories for us that we’ve never done or seen, but examples for us to think about. To pretend that we would give up our first born to trust God. Metaphors for life and examples, yet every time the same concepts with a new wrapper… Not always… It’s like a bag of different kinds of candy.

Will I really move mountains?
Will I really have the voice of even the Apostles?
To do what we can to break the Mold…What will we do?
I don’t like the Mold I feel like we stand in.
Is there something different coming?…different in the sense of social structure, something bad.
Is this Mold being built to make us weak?

Make no mistake, I don’t say these things because I’m new believer. I don’t say these things because I’m loosing my faith. I don’t say these things because I want an answer from you. these are rhetorical ‘?’s… But questions all the same, and when I find my answers I think things will be different.

It was a nice Church to visit, I could see myself going back, but it was a little too dark. And for some reason I just could not sit still at all. I dropped my pin and the cap disappeared and I really wanted to find it, but I didn’t want to start crawling around on the floor next to these girls feet and all that. I almost just got up and stood in the back, but I didn’t want to seem like I was on crack…

Afterwards we went to Puckett’s for lunch, where I had a killer burger. I’ve been needing a serious burger for a long time. Very tasty!!! Brody proceeded to gush blood out his nose and order things he would never eat. Then we went for some Ice Cream, I love strawberries…

If I have to sit in one place for more than 15min and I am not going to be directly addressed by anyone I will slip away into another world.

Those of you that know what I’m talking about know better than most how unbearable it can be to sit in one place and stair at something blankly. If I have a pin and some kind of paper I’ll be ok.

For some reason I always end up in this little fantasy world with robot people and strange vacuum machines.

I love to draw…
just don’t ask me to draw something…

Here is a little something I wrote about why southern accents crack me up…

After Church I grabbed my back pack and took a ride on the Scooter…

This things so much fun, but at the same time it’s a little intimidating. Not because of the raw power, but because of the people behind you looking at you as if to say, “I could squash you like a bug”.

I’m sure there not saying that…

I just hope I can get past all the accents, and actually hear what people are saying.

I always find it amazing how you can leave a town for a couple of years and when you come back babies are now toddlers and toddlers are now kids and the kids are now in high school. I know it’s nothing new, but I’m finally getting to that age where I can see how old I am by the size of my friends kids. In fact I even said it a few time, “I remember when you were only this tall“. The kid just looks at me with that confused coy look as if to say, “I don’t remember you at all“.

Church was good, I haven’t been to a Church service in over 4 years, at least not that I can remember. Phil Sparling is the pastor. He used to be my youth pastor when I was 14 or so. He’s a really cool guy and not your average pastor in my opinion. I’m not sure why he’s not average but he’s not. I think it’s because he seems real.

After Church I headed out to lunch with some good friends and we all had Mexican food. Oh, how I love good Mexican food. Brody’s parents bought me a burrito and it was good. It was good to see them, thanks Barb and Mike I had a good time.

So if you are ever visiting the Auburn, Ca area and you’re looking for a Church to visit be sure to stop by Auburn Grace Brethren. You wont be disappointed.

I was out reading posts this morning and there were two I read that got my brain gears to turn.

1. manofdepravity (Tyler Braun)
   • What is Wrong with the Church?

     I read Tyler’s post first, which got me thinking about what I thought was wrong with the Church. I thought about a lot of different issues that came to mind, and all the reasons Church has the ability to bug me. I also thought about all the reasons for fellowship.

2. withoutwax (Pete Wilson)
• A Lump In My Throat

  Later I read Pete’s post about an influential person in his life that took a spill, and who has recently posted about mistakes.

Both of these post really got me thinking about the fact that I haven’t been connected to a Church in over 4yrs. That’s a long time I know. I don’t advise that kind of a break from the Church community with out sufficient cause. Although I must admit, I’ve gained a new perspective and found a new desire for fellowship. Perhaps it’s a prodigal son type of situation, but I don’t like to put myself in the Bible stories too much. and no I am not a new believer

Here’s what I’m thinking (pete)…We Live, We Choose, then We’re Judged. Nothing escapes the Book of Life. And, while we can hide our Choices behind the difficulties of this Life, good people do unspeakable things. I’m thinking the equality of sin is never apparent because the wave of it’s effect is measured by our approval.

If Sin was Dirt, and you wore your Sin daily, How dirty would you be. I’m pretty freaking dirty, in fact I probably leave a trail.