My mum always said that when you reach the university age, you spend a lot of time talking about the injustices of the world - sorting out your beliefs independently of your parents.
There have been several really annoying things that have annoyed me recently.
1. Christians who say stuff about Christianity that is not true - its hard enough spreading the good news of our salvation when you have to spend sooo much time apologising for other Christians mistakes.
2. Homosexuality - not being gay itself, but the insanely heavy way that some people treat it. It seems in the past few years (maybe I am only just becomming self-aware) that being gay is new, and is the worst most horrible sin imaginable. The sin is really not homosexuality itself but any kind of sex that is outside marriage. Love of people of the same sex is not sinful! Heck, I know I will get in trouble with saying that but it is currently what I think.
I know there are more because my mind is much more annoyed than that and once I have processed them I will re-post.
this really annoys me...narrow minded Christians
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Dear Anonymous,
dumb n. 1/ A person who asks to define dumb 2/ Someone who doesnt have a dictionary 3/ Anyone who is anonymous 4/ see this post for many examples. also 5/ unintelligent, dim, thick, dense, slow, dull, brainless, dimwitted
Does that explain enough? I'll leave some time for you to take it in...
Your friendly polar opposite,
JQ
Ahhhh Sam cracks me up something royal...
dumb n. 1/ A person who asks to define dumb 2/ Someone who doesnt have a dictionary 3/ Anyone who is anonymous 4/ see this post for many examples. also 5/ unintelligent, dim, thick, dense, slow, dull, brainless, dimwitted
Does that explain enough? I'll leave some time for you to take it in...
Your friendly polar opposite,
JQ
Ahhhh Sam cracks me up something royal...
Saturday, June 11, 2005
No ideas for a post
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Try something different.
Hmmmm.
Funny how a different lookout on things can solve a problem easier than you think. Sometimes I think we spend so much time looking for an answer, doing all the hard work that we believe will bring us to the right conclusion, that we don't realise we're asking the wrong question.
If there is something that we have been looking to find an answer for, maybe it is not that the answer doesn't exsist, but that we are going the wrong way about finding it. Food for thought.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Think of something new.
Try something different.
Hmmmm.
Funny how a different lookout on things can solve a problem easier than you think. Sometimes I think we spend so much time looking for an answer, doing all the hard work that we believe will bring us to the right conclusion, that we don't realise we're asking the wrong question.
If there is something that we have been looking to find an answer for, maybe it is not that the answer doesn't exsist, but that we are going the wrong way about finding it. Food for thought.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
...memories...
Went to a choir concert tonight at Rangi. The beautiful sounds of the male section aside, I really enjoyed actually seeing these choirs that I have spent the last four years of my life from a different perspective.
Firstly a run down on the concert. I found it...interesting that the variety of repertoire is yet again repetitive. Every choir did a song that they had done the year before...how frustrating. I did like the fact, however, that the male section in Bernyanyi was huge and half decent. A little disappointed that Fundamentals only did one song...Moon River (not sure if it has got worse...bit hard to tell) They'll be sweet though. I so thoroughly look forward to taking those choirs when I start teaching at Rangi.
Anyhoo, I felt quite sad sitting there listening to Jakes wonderful stories that music was playing backdrop to (thanks Jakes, I really appreciate it...seriously, very funny) Not sad because of the stories, but sad because I miss all those friends that I have left behind, not necessarily the ones I still see every week, but the ones who I didn't know quite so well and haven't seen since last time we sang together. Oh well, I guess thats how life works.
Thinking about not seeing people again, I was reminded that although there are some people I will never see again on earth, I will see them again (some of them at least) in heaven. This reminded me of my Grandad. He died when my dad was only 5 and so dad and I have never really known him. However, I sometimes feel that I do know him quite well. Recently my Grandma has been getting old (...funny that...) and been retelling stories of her life, quite cool stories like on the day that my dad was born, Grandpa drove up and down the street tooting his horn and yelling at the top of his lungs about how happy he was because of my dad (something I have struggled to understand, especially since he is the youngest of 4...I certainly don't see myself being that happy at number four...) Stories like this and characteristics I have seen in my dad and my aunty and uncles that I haven't seen in my Grandma, help me to shape the kind of person he was. If there is one person that I am really excited about meeting in heaven (apart from Jesus, God et al) it would be him. I love my family so much, I dont quite know how i am going to deal with one of them dying...
ok, getting a little too depressing...time for something happy...
...I'm on study leave...woohoo...5 weeks of holiday, 5 weeks of holiday...
alright, maybe only happy for me...
Oooo I went to Jacob's goodbye party on Sunday night and got to see a whole lot of people I haven't seen in ages...Jakes should go away more often...purely from the parté point of view...
Time for some pictures...
Firstly a run down on the concert. I found it...interesting that the variety of repertoire is yet again repetitive. Every choir did a song that they had done the year before...how frustrating. I did like the fact, however, that the male section in Bernyanyi was huge and half decent. A little disappointed that Fundamentals only did one song...Moon River (not sure if it has got worse...bit hard to tell) They'll be sweet though. I so thoroughly look forward to taking those choirs when I start teaching at Rangi.
Anyhoo, I felt quite sad sitting there listening to Jakes wonderful stories that music was playing backdrop to (thanks Jakes, I really appreciate it...seriously, very funny) Not sad because of the stories, but sad because I miss all those friends that I have left behind, not necessarily the ones I still see every week, but the ones who I didn't know quite so well and haven't seen since last time we sang together. Oh well, I guess thats how life works.
Thinking about not seeing people again, I was reminded that although there are some people I will never see again on earth, I will see them again (some of them at least) in heaven. This reminded me of my Grandad. He died when my dad was only 5 and so dad and I have never really known him. However, I sometimes feel that I do know him quite well. Recently my Grandma has been getting old (...funny that...) and been retelling stories of her life, quite cool stories like on the day that my dad was born, Grandpa drove up and down the street tooting his horn and yelling at the top of his lungs about how happy he was because of my dad (something I have struggled to understand, especially since he is the youngest of 4...I certainly don't see myself being that happy at number four...) Stories like this and characteristics I have seen in my dad and my aunty and uncles that I haven't seen in my Grandma, help me to shape the kind of person he was. If there is one person that I am really excited about meeting in heaven (apart from Jesus, God et al) it would be him. I love my family so much, I dont quite know how i am going to deal with one of them dying...
ok, getting a little too depressing...time for something happy...
...I'm on study leave...woohoo...5 weeks of holiday, 5 weeks of holiday...
alright, maybe only happy for me...
Oooo I went to Jacob's goodbye party on Sunday night and got to see a whole lot of people I haven't seen in ages...Jakes should go away more often...purely from the parté point of view...
Time for some pictures...
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Apparently this guy, whose name is Jonathan Palmer, is a famous composer...seriously...try typing your name into Google image search, its amazing what you find.
This guy (also Jonathan Palmer) is like a really famous grand prix driver - sweet as.
Following on with the nostalgia...
Fundies
Les Miserables
Little Shop of Horrors
These have to be some of the most treasured moments of my high school years. (plus fundies 2004 of course!!!)
Well thats enough memories for one night. Peace out....
Thursday, June 02, 2005
I want a best friend...
One of the stupidest prayers that I have said all the time for the last 10 years is "I want a best friend...someone I can confide in, to be accountable to, someone who wants to be around me."
Today I felt extremely extremely stupid....While I have spent so much time praying for God to send me a friend, I rejected the one person who has been my closest buddy for as long as I can remember. I'm feeling pretty crap about the way I've treated Him too. By asking for a best friend, I've effectively said that "Jesus, you could never be my best friend, I want someone better" - man that must hurt him - feeling really, really stink. Even worse, when He presented me with someone that could have been a close friend for me to confide in, I didn't even recognise it.
"Sorry Jesus, stuffed up big time...you're the only friend I ever need and all the kind of friend I could ever want. Help me seek you first when I am lonely. Amen."
Today I felt extremely extremely stupid....While I have spent so much time praying for God to send me a friend, I rejected the one person who has been my closest buddy for as long as I can remember. I'm feeling pretty crap about the way I've treated Him too. By asking for a best friend, I've effectively said that "Jesus, you could never be my best friend, I want someone better" - man that must hurt him - feeling really, really stink. Even worse, when He presented me with someone that could have been a close friend for me to confide in, I didn't even recognise it.
"Sorry Jesus, stuffed up big time...you're the only friend I ever need and all the kind of friend I could ever want. Help me seek you first when I am lonely. Amen."
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