Number 8 Face to Face

I want to meet Jesus. It is true that we meet Him whenever we have devotions or enter into prayer, but I want to see Him face to face. I want to be able to touch His robe just like the lady with the issue of blood, or to be able to spend a night talking with Him like Nicodemus. I can't imagine what it will be like to go to heaven. I absolutely cannot wait. I hope that God will be able to use me to bring many others as well. When we get to heaven I'm sure that we will all be speachless, but when we regain our tongues I want to ask Him a few questions. Here they are:

1. How much do You love me? (I would ask this because I want to hear HIM tell me the story of all that He has done for me)


2. Is my family here?


3. Can I see your scars?


4. Why did you let Alex's mom die of cancer?


5. Sense all things work together for the good of those who love You, how did You use for good the incident when my dad shattered his foot?


6. Did you use me to bring anyone to heaven?


7. If so, who?


8. Will you sing something for me?


9. Can i touch Your scarred hands?
10. In Revelation there is a passage that says there will be blood up to the horse's bridle at the battle of Armageddon. I don't understand this and no one could ever explain it to me, what does it mean?

Number 7 To Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve

"Wear my heart on my sleeve"

-Shakespeare

To wear one's heart upon thine sleeve is to show thine emotions upon every breeze. The south wind blows and listeth and wither it goes thine pleasant daze pursues. Up from the north comes bitter cold the chills of ice and snow. With the cold comes anger new and old to be seen wherever it shall go. To wear one's heart upon thine sleeve is to show thine feelings in the breeze. Your sleeve is there for all to see the stains or patterns that on it be; the wind parades its way around with all the petals that it has found. You may not see the zephyr's face, but you will see its influence. That is how thy heart shall be, when thou wearest it on thine sleeve. The heart itself is not revealed, but its thoughts, feelings, emotions are then unsealed. It is a picture of thine inner poise. That is what it is to wear thine heart upon thine sleeve.

Number 6 Spanish Class, a Foreign Language in More Ways Then One

“Hola. Me llamo es Rojas. Como te llama?” “Mucho gusto. Me llama es Maria.” “Que vas a hacer ahorita?” “Nada.” “Me gut aria ir a comer.” “Conoces alguin buen restaurante?” “Si. Vamanos.” I don’t know how much you understood of the Spanish conversation above, perhaps every word, which would be quite the opposite for me. When I was a freshman I took Spanish 1 and did very well in it. Now, three years later, I am taking Spanish 2 and have absolutely no clue what is going on. When we (the Spanish 2 students) enter the class room, Mrs. Santana immediately begins speaking to us in Spanish. She tells us our homework in Spanish, she explains our lessons in Spanish, and she answers any questions (which there are many) in Spanish. Lost would be an understatement as to how I feel in her class. Right now we’re reading through a biography on H.M.S. Richard and every word is in Spanish. That’s right, every single word. She told us she doesn’t want us translating it in our heads or out loud, we’re supposed to just understand it but we don’t. The only people who do are those whose parents speak the language. I’m at my whit’s end.

NOTE:
I was unable to punctuate the Spanish part of my blog correctly for lack of knowledge on the use of this blog site. I appologize.

Number 5 Microtrends

A microtrend is a group of people (as small as 1% of the American population) who share an unorthodox hobby or preference (ex. Teens are picking up knitting as a pass time like never before, “soccer moms“ are now the fastest growing group of video-gamers, and tattoos are now not only for people with lower incomes ). This group of people may or may not grow, but they definitely affect society. So what is the reason for these strange choices and preferences of today’s Americans? I believe that it is the result of our country becoming more and more politically correct. What I mean is that I think that people have to be so careful about not offending another human that people feel like they can do whatever they want and there is much less peer pressure then there has ever been. This new freedom has caused a ski-rocketing of gay rights. Many people still don’t approve of gay marriages, but homosexuals are stepping out of the closet more and more and all their rights are remaining the same. 88 percent of Americans believe that homosexuals should have the same privileges as homosapians when it comes to the work place. Believe it or not, this information has a lot to do with the political world. Hilary hired Penn (he did a major study on microtrends) because of the importance of appealing to the crowd when campaigning. With an understanding of microtrends she will be able to target certain groups of people and what they want so she can say the right things and therefore achieve more votes. I’m not sure as to whether Penn’s book about microtrends was published to boost Hilary’s voters, but if candidates check out his book I believe that their campaigns will be improved and their slogans changed. So what about Weimar? Do we have any microtrends? I think that we do, for instance, several of the boys are now wearing their collars up instead of folded, girls are wearing tennis with their skirts (something that people who don’t go to Weimar don’t do) and we’re all vegans (maybe not willingly, but nonetheless we are). These are all things that are a particular of Weimar and seldom found outside its gates.

Number 4 September 11, 2001

I was at the coast in Fort Bragg, California. Me, my mom, little sister, brother, and grandma were on vacation and would be for the next several days. I remember vividly the surroundings on that terrible morning. I had fallen asleep laying on a sleeping pad the night before but when I woke up I was lying under it. My mom had called me and flipped on the tv. Peeking out from under my pad, I saw the images of two buildings covered in smoke. She briefly explained what was going on and then we both just looked on in horror. It didn’t seem real to me. I didn’t understand at the time how important this was, and the severity of this attack didn’t hit me for awhile. It was incredible to think about the affects that it had on our country. Even though we are in California we still felt the repercussions of what happened. I am glad that I didn’t know anyone that was in those buildings, but a lady staying next to us while we were if Fort Bragg had a relative who was in the building. Luckily that relative was fine. I don’t think that we should forget about 9/11, rather, I think that we should remember it and learn from what we did wrong. Now we are more alert and capable of stopping something like that from happening again.

Number 3 The Felling

It all started when we realized that we were smelling similar to a hobo from the Big Apple. It was definitely time to take a shower. Not before telling our principal our plans to clean up, we set out to locate the bathroom where we would cleanse ourselves from the stench that enwrapped us. Being the easily distracted children that we are, we found great amusement in walking on the logs along the foot path. One log particularly called after us and we immediately answered its beckoning and ran along the bark that clothed it. At the end of this log we saw something that aroused the beavers within us. Tall, rotten, and asking to be felled she stood in the clearing. Coming closer to its soft fibers we began tearing it apart with our bear hands. After several minutes of this it was evident that the tree was becoming too dense for us to continue to rip up, but this would not be the end.
The next day we returned wielding a hammer. Yes, she was goin’ down. Hack, hack, hack. Hay-hay tore into the innards of this old gal then I took a short turn, then Hay-hay again. After approximately 15 minutes of this we heard something, creeeeeeeeek, creeeeeeeek. “Timber!” we yelled in unison as we jumped out of the way. She was down, and we had conquered. Standing on the remnants of the tree we saw Andrew and John coming back from the showers. Soon, after our calling them, they came and saw the terrific feat that we had accomplished. But there was more. Excited by our story of the great fall, they were inspired to attack the stump. Unfortunately for them, time did not allow the conquest of the stump for there was many more adventures that we could not delay.

It all started when we realized that we were smelling similar to a hobo from the Big Apple. It was definitely time to take a shower. Not before telling our principal our plans to clean up, we set out to locate the bathroom where we would cleanse ourselves from the stench that enwrapped us. Being the easily distracted children that we are, we found great amusement in walking on the logs along the foot path. One log particularly called after us and we immediately answered its beckoning and ran along the bark that clothed it. At the end of this log we saw something that aroused the beavers within us. Tall, rotten, and asking to be felled she stood in the clearing. Coming closer to its soft fibers we began tearing it apart with our bear hands. After several minutes of this it was evident that the tree was becoming too dense for us to continue to rip up, but this would not be the end. The next day we returned wielding a hammer. Yes, she was goin’ down. Hack, hack, hack. Hay-hay tore into the innards of this old gal then I took a short turn, then Hay-hay again. After approximately 15 minutes of this we heard something, creeeeeeeeek, creeeeeeeek. “Timber!” we yelled in unison as we jumped out of the way. She was down, and we had conquered. Standing on the remnants of the tree we saw Andrew and John coming back from the showers. Soon, after our calling them, they came and saw the terrific feat that we had accomplished. But there was more. Excited by our story of the great fall, they were inspired to attack the stump. Unfortunately for them, time did not allow the conquest of the stump for there was many more adventures that we could not delay.

#2 Illegal Immigration

#2 Illegal Immigration I believe that illegal immigration is a problem in the United States as a whole, but because of our location, California is one of the states that is hit harder by this economically life sucking disease. In California alone illegal immigrants cost us 10.5 BILLION dollars a year. Fifteen percent of the student body in CA is illegal costing us 7.7 billion to send them to school and 1.4 billion dollars of our hard earned money goes to health care for the people who are not even supposed to be here. Some people may argue that our nation would collapse if we were to send Illegal immigrants back to their country. They might say that these cheap laborers are the people that hold up our economy. This cannot be for the following reason; they not only cost us billions of dollars to live here, but the money that they earn they are not spending here but sending it back to their families thereby taking money out of the US flow. Also, if they did not take the places of our lower paying jobs then more Americans could be working in their place wheretofore there would be less homeless in the United States. Felipe Calderon (Mexican President) says that the flow of illegal workers to the United States isn’t going to stop but that the two countries need to work together. He isn’t doing anything to bridle these people, and why would he? They are making money and sending it back to Mexico so that the Mexican society and economy develops and grows larger. He also told US officials that illegal immigration is a fact of life and that they should just deal with it. I do not believe that this is the attitude that we should take on this subject. Illegal immigration is poisoning the US and we need to do something about it. It takes 1.1 billion dollars to incarcerate (or send the illegal immigrants back to wherever they came from) which is a much lower cost then the 10.5 billion that it costs to keep them here. I wish these people could stay and be able to take advantage of the opportunities that America provides, I just wish that they would do it legally and stop sucking the blood out of America through their illegal means.

#1 Code of Chivalry

In a modern day society a Code of Chivalry would look something like this:

1. Be honest in the workplace even if it means that you may not get paid as much.
2. Be slow to anger.
3. Be loyal to your spouse.
4. Respect those who are older then you.
5. Watch out for people who are younger or feeble.
6. Do your part for society. In other words, think about what you can do for your country, not what your country can do for you.
7. Give to the needy.
8. Seek to have a good reputation, but be willing to sacrifice it for a greater good.
9. Follow the rules set out by the government unless they clash with those set out by God.
10. Do not persecute those who believe differently then you, for you would want them to return the favor.