tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10647228101514074212024-02-21T07:00:36.956-08:00In the Sitting Roomsworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-74314776515755451942015-11-09T08:05:00.000-08:002015-11-09T08:05:30.810-08:00MRIs, Piercings, and Initiative (because Sarah can't alliterate like Josh)"You told me to go back to the beginning...so I have." - Inigo Montoya<br />
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The actual beginning of this story was close to 5 months ago. I was playing basketball against a bunch of campers every week while I spent a month working at Lost Canyon. The last week I played, I'm pretty sure I injured myself. In fact, I self-diagnosed with the help of my B.A. in English Literature, and I believe I knocked my pelvis out of whack and now it's pinching a nerve. I know, very technical and acute. Anyway, I've dubbed this "Jacob Hip Syndrome" (please refer to Genesis 32 if you don't understand this joke - it's hilarious, believe me).<br />
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So for basically 5 months, I've been like Kronk from <i>The Emperor's New Groove</i> with a little angel on my shoulder saying, "Go to the doctor. Their job is to help you," and a little devil saying, "Don't go. They're scary and want your blood." Also, I didn't want to be an adult and make my own appointments because that is hard and a lot of responsibility. But my mom, Bryn, Jamie, my dad, and everyone who was exposed to me complaining for MONTHS was like, "Go to the doctor because they can help you and you're being annoying." Just kidding. None of them said the last part because they are the best humans but I think they were thinking it. Or maybe I was just thinking it.<br />
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Four weeks ago, I finally made the appointment. Last Monday, I finally went. It was actually fine - the lady who takes all the notes on the little computer notebook has a friend from college who works for Young Life (smallest world ever) and the lady who was my doctor was nice even though she still made me wear paper clothes. Haha. So I told her about my hip, and she was slightly concerned that I had experienced numbness for 2-3 months (PAUSE: right now, you might be saying, "Sarah, what about the 5 months you said at the beginning of this post," and I'm saying, "Is lying to a doctor about myself a federal crime???") and so she ordered an MRI.<br />
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Last Friday I had my MRI. Now, there are two important things to know about this: 1) I have an ear piercing I can't get out on my own and 2) I am a stomach breather. So I had to go to a piercing place and get my earring out and then later I got yelled at in the MRI because I was "moving my stomach too much" - to which I wanted to respond, "Look, I can either breathe normally or thrash around all panicky because I am STUFFED INTO A TINY TUBE," but I remained calm and exited the MRI with dignity.<br />
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Friday afternoon I went back to the piercing place to get my earring put back in my ear and for them to help me put my nose piercing back in because I am bad at it. This guy Noah takes me back to one of the sterile rooms, and we started talking while he put my earring back in. He asked me what I did so I told him about Young Life. He told me he wasn't a Christian, but he was cool with me being one. Then he told me he thought the Pope was a neat guy and quoted Gandhi: "I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." Then he proceeded to have to basically repierce my nose with a blunt object which put a bit of a damper on my new friendship with Noah, BUT Friday ended with my MRI complete, my piercings back where they belong, and a lot of thoughts swirling around in my head.<br />
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First, this whole deal with my hip has been a long process <i>because of me</i>. I've taken my sweet time getting it looked at it, and it's just gotten more painful the longer I wait. While we were at College Weekend at Lost Canyon a couple of weeks ago, the speaker - Tank - said this: <b>"Good relationships require someone to take the initiative. Healthy relationships require response."</b> I have been so slow to take initiative in taking care of my own body. I've told myself over and over that it will be fine, I'll get better on my own or I'll just deal with the uncomfortableness because I'd rather other people didn't get involved. Basically, I've been operating under this mindset that I'll take care of it on my own and/or just suffer. Haha. I am the worst. But it got me to thinking: I am so so so grateful Jesus didn't have the same mindset with us. Praise God He took the initiative with our sin condition and saved us. It's like He made the appointment, drove me to the doctor's office, and filled out all of the medical history paperwork for me. Now, all I have to do is answer when my name is called: "Sarah? We're ready for you."<br />
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What stops me from responding so often in my life? Jesus has paved the way for me. And it's not like that road is unicorns and daisies from here on out - there are still MRIs, physical therapy appointments, etc. But He got the ball rolling. He took the initiative and made the opportunity to be with Him a possibility for us.<br />
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Second, why do I complain about things I am not willing to fix in my life? For real. I whined about my hip for months before I actually scheduled an appointment. I wasn't willing to do anything to fix something that hurt. I didn't want to be a part of the solution. I didn't want to put forth any effort. How dumb is that? And now that I've actually taken a step forward with this situation, I'm starting to realize there are a lot of places in my life that I've been asking God to take some action and change me, but I haven't been willing to join with Him in it. I've been treating Him like a genie while I've been totally unwilling to let go of my own will and allow Him to transform me. In the wise words of Elsa, it's time for me to...<b>Let. It. Go</b>.<br />
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And finally, that quote by Gandhi fills me with this weird, deep sorrow. I feel like, "Dangit. What have we done? What have <b>I</b> done?" I am so drawn to Jesus, and I want everyone to see Him and know Him for who He truly is, but a lot of the time I'm not very good at being like Christ. But how incredible is it that a random piercing guy who really isn't that hot to trot on Christians realizes that Jesus rocks. How cool must a guy be to continually stand out to people even though the people who claim to know Him misrepresent Him often? I'm disappointed that time after time I get in the way of people truly experiencing Jesus. I cloud the most vibrant personality I've ever known.<br />
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But I also don't think being an effective follower of Christ is impossible because this is where the fruits of the Spirit come in, I think. If I let go of my own agenda, if I respond to Jesus' initiative in my life, if I stop trying to force myself to be "a better Christian" and instead embrace Christ for all that He is, allowing His Spirit to fill me up, I think maybe I won't get in the way of His work so often. In fact, I think people might start to see Christ in me. They might see love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control spilling out of my life and understand who Jesus is better than they did before they knew me. Like John the Baptist said, "He must increase, but I must decrease." Fill me up, Jesus. Empty me of myself so that when people look at me and interact with me, they might experience You fully.<br />
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There's a song by the JJ Weeks Band and the chorus goes: "Let them see You in me, let them hear You when I speak, let them feel You when I sing, let them see You, just let them see You in me." This is my prayer. And how cool is it that God is teaching me all of these things in the midst of MRIs and ear piercings? He's so creative. Lord, help me never lose my wonder!<br />
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~Sarah~sworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-71127113693732815212015-10-26T15:22:00.003-07:002015-10-26T15:22:57.854-07:00Tijuana, Trust, and Tandem SkydivingI'm not sure how it happened, but I'm not sure how most things happen in my life. One moment the roommates and I are driving home talking about adventure and doing crazy things and then I blink. Now Noah and I are receiving confirmation numbers for skydiving Tijuana.<br />
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We were going out of town for a month and we knew we would be in San Diego for the fourth of July. We are proud Americans, we bleed stripes and cry stars, and we really wanted to do something that embodies everything this great Nation stands for. What is America? Freedom. What is the animal that represents America? The great bald eagle. What do bald eagles do? Fly. Better yet, they soar. So we are going to become bald eagles and fly out of the land of the brave and home of the free and soar back into freedom. We're not dramatic. We're realistic. And we take over the top dramatic ideas and turn them into reality. We at least try to. <br />
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I'll be honest, it wasn't quite skydiving Tijuana. But did we stay at a hotel where we could see Tijuana? Most definitely. Did Noah go for a run and almost go into Mexico without his passport? Absolutely. We were going to tip toe on that fine line, blur it if we have to and soar into American freedom. It was exciting and we felt as if this would be the greatest tribute we could do for our homeland and do something worthy of citizenship. We grew anxious as we approached our jump off time. We were scheduled for 8am on Saturday morning, July 4th, 2015. We would be the first jumpers of the day. Perfect. <br />
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The night before, I decided it would be the best time to do some research on the place. I googled Pacific Coast Skydiving reviews to see what I could find. Yelp came up so I clicked, read, scrolled - the whole nine yards. It turns out, John is the man. He's the go to guy in the skydiving world. His last name is also Doe. If you don't know, John (Jane) Doe are the names used for people whose identity can't be placed or if their name can't be released due to law constraints. <br />
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All these five star reviews started feeling a little phony with Mr. Doe peppered throughout the page. If you google search "Pacific coast skydiving" and click images, scroll to the fifth row you will see an ambulance surrounded by smiling, soon-to-be victims. I have been skydiving before so I couldn't show my fear to Noah because it was his first time and I was an expert. I held my skepticism in. I figured if this place was a fraud, we would show up to an abandoned airfield and lose out on some money that we would get back through harassment via phone calls or by finding a second job for Noah, a first job for me. <br />
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Abandoned airfield is not far off from the truth. <br />
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We roll up to this gated airfield and with this old keypad on the left. The morning ocean fog was heavy so it added to the eerie-ness of the place. We punched in this code and the gate squealed open. We drive by a few hangers and rolled upon this:<br />
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A thousand year old sign. <br />
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We soon are greeted by a John (Doe) and I'm relieved there is a John and this place is open for business. We fill out some paper work, sign our death certificates, and get suited up to soar. The morning fog delayed us a few hours as it was deemed unsafe to soar in. While we waited we watched grown men try to fit themselves in those 5 gallon plastic storage bins they pulled the parachutes from. One guy was probably 6'6" and 220. They did this for about an hour and these were the professionals who were going to take us up. Fast forward to jump time, that 6'6" man is a pilot and would be flying us up. We asked him if he became a pilot because women love pilots and beards (he had a righteous one) and he said no. He became a pilot because he couldn't pass college. <br />
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These guys were actually really cool and were in fact, professionals. They just really enjoyed themselves and didn't take things too seriously. Noah and I fit right in. John Doe ended up being the guy I would be attached to and Noah would jump with the owner of Pacific Coast Skydiving. The 6'6" college drop out was one of their best pilots. We were jumping with the A-team, the varsity squad of the air.
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While we were still in the plane, John would push me up to the window or lean me out of the wide open side door to show me this or that. I felt like I was at the zoo with my dad when I was little - at an age that is old enough to want to look at the animals on my own cause I was a big kid, embarrassed that my dad had to help me but young enough to be okay with it cause I wouldn't be able to see the animals on my own. They flew us right over the boarder of Mexico, exactly what we wanted. Then after about ten minutes, I hear John say "Oh *bad word*! Put your goggles on!" So I did and Noah recalls it looking like we leaned too far to the left and fell out of the airplane. We did some back flips and then leveled out, belly flopping onto the world. He pulled my arms back, put them against my side and we flew head first straight down to earth. I felt like I was apart of Matthew McConaughey's squad from Reign of Fire, soaring with dragons and saving the world from these beasts. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you <strike>should</strike> need to watch this movie. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life (skydiving not watching Reign of Fire). We did flips, turns, and lawn darted at terminal velocity.
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I think being a Christian is a lot like going tandem sky diving with Jesus. <br />
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The reason my experience went so well was because I trusted the guy. Yeah sure, at first I didn't 100% but as I hung out with him waiting for our jump time, I grew to trust him. I realized he is a professional and wouldn't be doing something that would put him in danger and in a position to not be able to provide for his family. John Doe said sometimes, people panic and flail mid flight. This can be very dangerous. They could buck and head butt John knocking him unconscious. This is worst case scenario but it can happen. John said if you want the best sky diving experience, I had to relax and trust him. I listened to every word he said from start to finish. Glasses on, fall out, arms back, legs stretched straight - everything. I listened and responded. My obedience to his instruction made my soaring into freedom the best and I didn't have to do anything but listen. John Doe did all the hard work. He went through the hours of training necessary to tandem skydive and jumped over 13,000 times out of an airplane so he could take me once. <br />
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Jesus went through a whole lot so He could give me life and life to the full. He suffered, laughed, wept, hurt, ate, and slept. He became a man and dwelt among us so we could have the best experience on this earth. He did this so one day I could soar into true freedom. I have to trust Him though. I have a really hard time with that. I flail, kick, and head butt Jesus when it comes to certain parts of my life. I'm always trying to figure out what I should do for work and don't trust Jesus when He says God takes care of the birds of the sky so why wouldn't He take care of me? When it comes to relationships, I always try to take control and it usually doesn't go the way I want it to. This is really difficult for me as I'm 24 and everyone around me is getting married and having kids. I have plans and they aren't going my way and I begin to panic. Then I blame God and I don't hear from Him. Probably because I knocked Him unconscious when I freaked out earlier about what I should do with my life.<br />
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I don't trust God all of the time but if I listened to Him, my life would be that abundant life He promises us. I seek for peace in different parts of my life but peace comes from trust, not from doing. I found peace once I fully trusted John and I will find peace once I fully trust Jesus. I may not trust Him 100% right now but the more I spend time with Him, I'm sure I'll learn to do so.<br />
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in His grip,<br />
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JoshJoshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-19274932921600177482015-10-12T07:44:00.000-07:002015-10-12T07:44:52.638-07:00Of the Spirit"But the fruit <b>of the Spirit</b> is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law." Galatians 5:22.<br />
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I feel as if this little prepositional phrase is slightly important. Or, actually, I think it's the key to this whole verse.</div>
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Let's consider first what this statement does NOT say. </div>
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It does not say "of myself." It does not say "of my own doing." It does not - in any way - include anything about ME. Or YOU, in fact. It says "<b>of the Spirit</b>." </div>
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This is radical. Let's consider what this <i>does</i> mean.</div>
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It means that this fruit - this list of qualities - comes from the Spirit, God Himself. The Lord does not expect me to conjure up these fruits on my own. He doesn't expect kindness, patience, self-control, etc. to pop up in my life like a Jack-in-the-Box. Indeed, it seems to me here that God is setting out a paradigm of partnership: the Spirit's work + the offering of our life (take a look at Galatians 5:24!) = F R U I T.</div>
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As I'm writing this, I'm starting to understand what my issue with the fruits has always been:</div>
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They're not about me.</div>
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WHAT.</div>
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I am selfish.</div>
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WHAT.</div>
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I like to be the one who gets the glory of success. Case in point: I've never liked group projects because I had to put someone else's name next to mine to receive credit for what I consider to be MY excellent work. </div>
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These are not fun truths to confront in my life. Perhaps, however, these truths shed some light on my problem with the fruits of the Spirit and give me a bit of insight into how to actually go about incorporating them into my life...<br />
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Have you ever noticed that when you spend a lot of time with a person, you start to assume some of his or her characteristics? For example, my old roommate, Rachel, used to wear her purse around the house for like 30 minutes after she came home from running errands. She'd put away groceries, do some dishes, put together a snack...all with her purse slung across her body. In August of last year, I was making fun of her for it. By May, I was doing the <i>same thing</i>! She rubbed off on me. I spent enough time with her and watching her and laughing about her wearing her purse for a ridiculously long time that gradually I assumed her habit. I, too, ended up wearing my purse all around the house!<br />
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Now, this is a silly example, but I think it applies to the fruits of the Spirit. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control are all characteristic of the Holy Spirit. Just like the purse-wearing is characteristic of Rachel. And Paul lists out these fruits right before stating, "If we live by the Spirit, let us also keep in step with the Spirit" (Galatians 5:25). Living by the Spirit, walking with the Spirit...those statements would assume that we're spending time with the Spirit, right? And what happens when we spend time with someone?<br />
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Habits, characteristics, etc. rub off on us.<br />
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So maybe instead of trying to force the fruits into my life, I should spend time in the Spirit, with Jesus, getting to know my Lord and Savior. Maybe instead of trying to pop these suckers out of thin air and make them a part of my life, I should embrace "of the Spirit" and believe that when Jesus became flesh and dwelt among us, He actually really did want to <i>be</i> with us. With you. With me.<br />
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This is the method I'm going to try from here on out, folks. Trying to make these fruits show up in my life on my own is hard and it's lonely and it's not working. I would much rather be with Jesus while I'm trying to learn. I hear He's a pretty great teacher. And He's wicked awesome company.<br />
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You know what, I still wear my purse around the house after I buy groceries. And I hope that as I spend more time learning about the fruits of the Spirit straight from the source, love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control will be lasting habits, too.<br />
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sworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-56001800186324546172015-09-16T07:05:00.000-07:002016-01-29T13:17:07.442-08:00Shades and Shadows<span style="font-size: small;">
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</style><span style="font-size: small;">Joy is the second fruit mentioned in Galatians 5:22 right after love, and
maybe it's because they are the most important, but maybe it's because they are
universally understood. You don't have to speak the same language or grow up in
the same culture to understand an act of love or if someone is joyful. Joyful
people smile and you don't need Rosetta Stone to translate a grin. For example, my grandpa
either couldn't speak English or didn't care for it. Either way, he didn't
communicate in anything but Spanish. I never understood anything he was saying
except for "feo." He called us grand kids this so often that I had to
ask. It means "ugly." Apparently it's a synonym for
"good-looking" in Mexican culture. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">There are things in life that I think will make me joyful but don't. I also
think I confuse happiness and joy. Joyful people are happy but not all happy
people are joyful. I've been told joy is a state of being rather than a
fleeting emotion and it was hard for me to understand this but once I saw it, I
could experience it.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">I remember riding a train into Paris, France having a conversation with Noah
and noticing there was a lot of graffiti. The best part of traveling is
realizing how naive you are. I thought Paris was this perfect city filled with
beautiful sights, fame, and lots of tourists. And it is but it's also filled
with the same stuff you can find right here in Albuquerque. Every city is
someone's home and in every city, life happens. Graffiti happens. People like
to litter, whether you're the home of the Isotopes or the Mona Lisa, it won't
change the way people flick cigarette butts or gum wrappers.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">Ever since that trip to Europe, I try to look at each city remembering that
no matter what, people do people things in it. One of those "people doing
people things" moments was when I was in Chicago. We were at Buckingham
Fountain surrounded by this magnificent city. There was a man with two long
poles and a bucket surrounded by children. He was dipping these poles into the
bucket and letting the wind make these giant bubbles. The children were going
crazy over them. They were by a $750,000 water show but they paid no attention
to it and couldn't stop smiling at these bubbles that probably cost no more
than $10. My mind wanders and I
wonder what brought these kids here. Did their parents bring them here? Do they
have both their mom and dad? And what about the man making bubbles? What is it
in his life that motivates him to take time out of his life to make bubbles for
kids for free? Where's his family? Does he do this for his grand kids? Does he
have grand kids to make bubbles for? Based on my imperfect life, I'm imagining
the kids' and this man's life aren't perfect either. That the bubble man has
had plenty of bad days in his time and the kids will have their fair share soon
enough. But in that moment, on that day, they chose to be happy. And I think
that's joy. There's freedom in choosing to be happy, and that freedom leads to
joy. Despite everything that could be bad in their lives, they chose to be
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<span style="font-size: small;">Life isn't black and white. It's every shade in between black and white. I
don't think anything is the opposite of love either and I think you can be
happy and sad at the same time but still be able to choose joy in the midst of
it all. There's so much life to be lived in the gray areas of life because
shades and shadows give life dimension, it makes things come to life.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">My non-English speaking grandpa always seemed happy, no matter what. I
remember hearing the story how he lost half his finger. He was working on a
lawn mower while it was still on and lost most of his index finger and split
his middle one. He drove himself to the hospital and afterwards stopped to get
lotto tickets on the way home. He didn't let a few stitches change his daily
life or the chances of him winning the jackpot. He never struck it rich but
that didn't affect him either. </span> Black <span style="font-size: small;">says
when you lose a digit you should be upset or maybe pissed off. White says you
don't need that finger, you have nine more. But the grey says life would be
easier with ten fingers but you can choose to make the best of what you have.
It's looking at life honestly and choosing to be happy.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">Life would have been easier if my grandpa and I spoke the same language but
we enjoyed each other's company anyways. It's almost better this way. Like
Paris having graffiti. I think it makes this city more beautiful, it makes it
real. There is no perfect and I can't always be happy just like the cities I
want to visit won't be perfect. I shouldn't be surprised when places like
Venice and Paris have vandalism or trash in their streets because they aren't
immune to the impact humans have. I shouldn't be surprised when bad things
happen in my life and that I'm not happy all the time. </span><br />
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</span>Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-86651113865112365532015-09-08T08:02:00.004-07:002015-09-08T08:02:53.532-07:00VacationThis weekend, I took a vacation. I went to see my dear friend Nicole and her husband in Southern California. Before I left, I told myself, "Sarah, you must take a break." So I only allowed myself to take two books to read for work/school. Haha.<br />
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But I did it! I rested, hiked, went to a baseball game, laid by the pool, walked on the beach, and enjoyed time with people I love. I came back to Albuquerque feeling refreshed and excited. Usually when I return from "vacations," I am grouchy and tired and annoyed. I asked myself this morning what the difference was between this trip and so many before it. The answer I've come to: it was <i>actually</i> a vacation.<br />
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Now "vacation" can mean several different things, but this is my favorite official definition of it: <i>the action of leaving something one previously occupied</i>. So in this instance, I physically left Albuquerque in order to occupy Fontana, California for several days. But maybe vacation is about much more than simply where my body is located. Maybe it's also about leaving the occupations of one's mind as well. I left the numerous tasks I could do over the weekend at home in order to be fully present with my friends. When I arrived home on Sunday, the tasks were still here, waiting for me, unspoiled, and my life was not in ruins because they hadn't been done yet. Imagine that! The world doesn't revolve around my productivity!<br />
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As I was reading the definitions of vacation to my roommate Bryn, she said something profound when I got to the definition above: "Wow! According to that I could go on vacation every day!" I never would've thought of it that way, but she's right. We can leave things for tomorrow. We can take a break even in our own homes and our own routines. Of course, I'm not championing shirking responsibility or a lack of follow-through, but I also think in our culture - and even (if not especially) in Christian culture - we celebrate the work-a-holic pace as successful and valuable. Efficiency and productivity is great...but at what cost?<br />
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Galatians 5:25 states, "If we live by the Spirit, let us also keep in step with the Spirit." This statement directly follows the list of the fruits - so through love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control, we may keep in step with the Spirit. I have found the faster the pace of my life, the busier I am, and the less in step I am with the Spirit. Now maybe this only holds true for me which is fine. But let me tell you what I mean and what it has to do with the fruits of the Spirit. The more I try to cram into my life - under the guise of increased output and productivity - the less patience I have, the less joy, the less peace, the less kindness, etc. I get snappy and grouchy and annoyed and tired. Ask my roommates.<br />
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But.<br />
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When I take a step back and complete the tasks that God sets before me while saying "no" (*gasp*) to a couple of well-intentioned projects that I really only would've completed to make myself look good...well, I find myself living more - even if only a bit more - in step with the Spirit. I've stepped out of a place I previously occupied in favor of a vacation, however brief, however small.<br />
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The fruits are all about balance - balancing out our selves in favor of the Spirit. And there's not just one fruit - there are nine. So what if our cultivation of these fruits, our walking in step with the Spirit, taught us about balance not only in character but also in lifestyle? What if we allowed ourselves to refresh and relax every so often, taking a break with the Lord to rebalance and ultimately allowing Him to direct the labor of our lives? My sneaking suspicion is that we would be more efficient and more productive. Why? Because one time Jesus took 5 loaves and 2 fish and fed a multitude, and if that's not efficient (and miraculous!), I don't know what is.<br />
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So I'm going to try it. You can try it with me if you'd like. Or just tune in to see how it goes - we'll be here!<br />
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Happy Tuesday, friends!<br />
Sarahsworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-66760314559750235142015-08-24T08:22:00.000-07:002015-08-24T08:22:03.229-07:0048 Hours of Honesty I spent the month of July serving at a camp in Ramona,
California with a group of people from all over. On one of
our days off we all went to Belmont Park in San Diego. It reminded me of
the state fair where the rides look like they could be put together
faster than some Lego sets but we ride them anyways. We were in line for
this wooden roller coaster and a good friend of mine asked if she could
ride with me. She was calm but scared; the honest kind of scared, which
in my opinion comes from the most intimidating fears. I remember
telling her some of the greatest moments in life are the ones right
after we do something terrifying. The smile on her face after the ride
was almost as bright as the smile on her face the second time she rode
it.<br />
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What I appreciate about my friend is she isn't ashamed to be real with the people around her. She was terrified of riding this roller coaster but stood in line with fear on her face and she wasn't trying to hide it. She wasn't pretending, she isn't afraid to be honest. While I may not be afraid of roller coasters, being honest and real to the people around me is a real struggle. If I was afraid of roller coasters, I would have avoided it all together and argued that I just really love laser tag and that's why I spent all my time shooting dads and their ten year old children. <br />
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A couple months ago my roommate, Noah, and I had a conversation about honesty. We ended up with the conclusion that a life of integrity is the best life to live. In that moment, I thought I was living a life of integrity, as I saw myself as an honest person.<br />
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"What would life look like if people were honest, 100% of the time?" asked Noah.<br />
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Different. Life would look different but I wasn't exactly sure how. We hypothesized some ideas of what the world would look like but we soon grew tired of imagining and wanted to see it in reality. <br />
That's when Noah challenged us both to being honest for 48 hours. Completely honest in every response, statement, comment. Everything.<br />
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Challenge accepted. <br />
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Most of the time my actions that follow those two words end up with me
doing something ridiculous. And to be honest, the ridiculous challenges
are the ones that draw me in because of how I think I'll be perceived
by others. I tried to impress people because I believed impressions win
validation. It's like I have this life resume with all the "cool" stuff
I've accomplished. I hand it out to people I want to be friends with
hoping to win them over with my experiences as if gauging my ears with a
hammer and nail is what people seek for in a friend. All home ear
gauging has ever gotten me was an infection (my ear swelled up to the
size of a half dollar) and free piercing at Claire's because my
already-my-friend friend wanted me to keep my ears attached to my head.<br />
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It was a terrifying 48 hours but it was also a revealing two days. I knew I would find out where I lied often in my daily life but I didn't think the person I lied to the most would be myself. Being completely honest meant I had to be honest with myself and I learned a great deal about who I am.<br />
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I'm insecure.<br />
I'm afraid of what people think of me.<br />
I'm terrified of commitment.<br />
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I pretend I'm confident in who I am and that people's opinions of me don't matter. I tell myself and others that I like the noncommittal lifestyle I live so I don't have to tell them the idea of commitment is horrifying. But I realized being honest about where I fall short helps me find comfort where God doesn't. Without this honesty, I'm blinded to the truths God tells us.<br />
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He's confident in how He made us.<br />
He seeks people despite what people think of Him.<br />
He's committed to us even when we're not committed to Him.<br />
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These are promises I can't call upon unless I'm honest with myself. If I continue on ignoring my flaws, my insecurities, then I will never experience the love and grace God has to offer when it comes to me falling short. <br />
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I'll ride roller coasters and hammer nails into my lobes without thinking twice but when it comes to being completely honest, I'm terrified. But sometimes the greatest moments in life are right after we do something terrifying. After an honest day of living, I like to imagine I feel how my friend's smile looked after riding those rides at Belmont Park. <br />
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I want to encourage you to try it and see what you discover. Find a friend and do it together. I'm sure it'll be a challenge but I'm also positive you'll learn something new. I would love to hear your 48 hours of honesty stories if you would like to share them. I've created an email just for these stories 48HoursOfHonesty@gmail.com<br />
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in His grip,<br />
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Josh <br />
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Honestly (pun intended), it takes a lot of bravery to be honest for 48 hours. Heck, if we're including being honest with oneself in this, it's hard for me to be honest for a whole 10 minutes. That's why, as Josh told me about this challenge and then his idea to expand this idea of 48 Hours of Honesty, I sat there and didn't say a whole lot in the hopes that he wouldn't ask me to do it right away. Ha! And he didn't because Josh is a nice guy and doesn't want me to get kicked out of grad school upon completing this challenge...</div>
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But the more we talked about honesty, the more I realized it seamlessly fits in with our theme for this semester at Young Life College - the fruit of the Spirit. Now honesty isn't one of the nine "fruits," but if you rewind a bit in Galatians 5, Paul urges the church in Galatia to "walk by the Spirit" and proceeds to list what desires of the flesh look like in contrast to the desires (or fruits) of the Spirit. </div>
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I believe that honesty is intimately intertwined in any attempt to walk by the Spirit because just as Josh said, God constantly throws truth our way, allowing us to wrestle with it so that when we decide to believe truth, we might also more fully understand it. </div>
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So even if you don't attempt 48 Hours of Honesty, will you join us in at least taking an honest look this semester at what a life walking in the Spirit might look like? Let's look at the truth of what freedom in Christ means for our lives - lives marked by love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.</div>
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Sarah</div>
<br />Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-41654867818038701442015-04-20T09:38:00.001-07:002015-04-20T09:38:22.700-07:00Dining with God"writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way." - A quote from <i>Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott</i>, quoting E.L. Doctorow.<br />
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I've always wondered how one would quote an excerpt from a book that involves a quote but until now, I never needed to do it. The above quote took me 10 minutes to write out and I'm still unsure if it is the proper way to quote a quote with a quote (I do not know if there actually is a proper way to do so) but by the tenth minute, I came to the realization of - I don't think it matters how I write it, I'm sure people will get the point.<br />
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I've always been afraid of critics when the real oppressor is perfectionism. I spend so much of my time trying to make my writings perfect, my art perfect, anything I do perfect in worry that people won't like it but in reality, I'm thinking more about me than others. In the world of art, there will always be people who like what you create and people who don't. I have freedom in choosing what I prefer so I shouldn't expect everyone else not to have the same freedom.<br />
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There will be people who like what you do in life because they like what you do. And there will be people who like what you do in life because they like you. People will like what I create because they like me, support me, care about me, and all that other mushy jazz. If I choose to be a writer, than they will want to see me write and not necessarily write perfection. I'm sure my friends and family would prefer that I actually do something and be "unsuccessful" than be stuck in trying-to-do-something-but-never-completing-anything-because-I'm-trying-to-make-it-perfect limbo and not have the opportunity to be "unsuccessful" or "successful".<br />
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I think this is what Anne Lamott was getting at. When it comes to writing, we just have to do. We know we are writing *insert project here* and we may not be able to see what the 500th page will say but focus on the couple of sheets before you. One by one.<br />
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Well what if this applies to life too.<br />
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I'm always trying to perfect my life. I always feel like I shouldn't do anything unless God "calls" me to do it. God is perfect and I want a perfect life so yes, I would like for God to make my life perfect. I want God to tell me what to do before I do it because I'm afraid of making the "wrong" decision. I know I'm on a journey and at the end of the road is what God wants me to do but I feel like I'm driving at night only seeing a few feet ahead. <br />
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What does God want me to do? <br />
What career does God want me to choose?<br />
What church should I go to?<br />
Who should I date?<br />
Where should I live?<br />
What college should I go to?<br />
What degree should I get?<br />
Where should I do ministry?<br />
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Questions we all think about and we see them as big decisions and we only want to make a choice if God is behind them all. I'm not sure if people will agree with this but hear me out.<br />
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What if God doesn't care?<br />
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Not in the "Do whatever you want because I honestly do not care" kind of way but in the "I'm with you no matter what you choose" kind of way. I believe God cares about me as a person, as His adopted son, more than what I do for a paycheck. What if God is saying "I just want to be with you. I just want to get to know you."<br />
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Every year for our birthdays, my parents would take my siblings and I to dinner at any restaurant we wanted. I went to Red Lobster almost every year. Every now and then I would change it up. I remember the first year we moved to Albuquerque, I chose Sonic because in California, they didn't have them where I lived. I thought Sonic was the greatest thing ever. Present Josh knows past Josh is a fool but in that moment, it was the best birthday food. My parents were surprised but they didn't mind, they took me there and paid for our meals and enjoyed my birthday dinner. They didn't care where we ate cause that wasn't the point. The point was to make the birthday child special and spend time with them.<br />
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I understand that there are callings in life. There are times where we feel, "Yes. This is what God wants me to do." There are also times where we don't hear anything. What if those are the times God is saying, "Hey. I want to go to dinner with you, wherever you want." And the point isn't the restaurant but who you are eating with and who you're spending time with. Maybe you go and pick God up in your 2001 silver Hyundai Elantra and still don't know where you will end up but He's with you. Maybe God isn't so concerned with going to the perfect restaurant to eat the perfect type of food but concerned about who you are as a person. <br />
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In His grip,<br />
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Josh.<br />
<br />Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-35046761334882524542015-04-13T06:48:00.000-07:002015-04-13T06:48:31.032-07:00Be You"You do you, Boo Boo." - Kevin Hart<br />
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"You're amazing just the way you are." - Bruno Mars<br />
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"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss<br />
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"Be YOU." - Everyone (basically)<br />
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I am sure you have heard one or more (or all) of these phrases in some variation or another at some point in your life. You'd have to be living under a rock to be unaware of the plethora of messages in movies, books, music, politics, self-help seminars, etc. on how to embrace yourself and your unique gifts/talents/skills. Today, we are all about being totally and unabashedly YOU...or so we say. I could get on my soap box and talk about the way we've changed the meaning of tolerance, but that's not want I want to focus on here.<br />
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Let's operate off the premise that, as a general rule, the majority of our society encourages each of us to pursue our unique interests and be just the way we are.<br />
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But I want to talk about one person who always seems to get the short end of the stick. A guy who is consistently placed in a mold of our own creation. A man who rarely hears the words, "You're amazing just the way You are."<br />
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He hears a lot of:<br />
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"Well, actually, I think You should probably go about that situation in <strike>my </strike>this way."<br />
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"So I get that You ask me to trust You, but I think I've actually got this under control so I'll just take care of it because I don't really like the direction You're going."<br />
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"I mean I get where You're coming from, but my idea makes a lot more sense."<br />
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Or maybe that's just a lot of what He hears from me.<br />
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"He" is Jesus, by the way. And sadly, the above statements really are relatively accurate accounts of the conversations I have with Jesus on a regular basis.<br />
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I don't know about you, but it's easy for me to accept all of this "be you" talk floating around. I think it's great - I love being me! I love embracing my nerdy obsession for <i>Lord of the Rings</i> and <i>Harry Potter</i>. I love talking about literature and education. I love wearing Young Life shirts every day of my life. I love eating cookies, and I'm not sorry that I eat way too much ice cream. When I listen to Bruno Mars sing "You're amazing just the way you are," I think, "You know, Bruno, you're right, I am!"<br />
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I'm relatively quick to extend this same courtesy to the people around me, but I very rarely allow Jesus a place in the "be you" movement. He is the guy that I constantly think, "Ugh, the way You are is not always amazing because You ask hard things of me. You say hard things in the Bible. You don't give me easy ways out."<br />
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Sunday at church, my pastor talked about how in Jesus' time, His people's prayers were far too often about "Rome"...what he meant is that Jesus' people were far too wrapped up in situation, in circumstance, in trial. Instead of focusing on the Messiah literally walking amongst them and the amazing work He was doing, they focused on what they wanted their Messiah to do and be: a Rome-concquering, Russell Crowe-esque hero (I'm elaborating slightly...haha). Jesus was not encouraged to be Himself when He walked in Palestine. Jesus - in my opinion, the most attractive personality to ever exist, possessor of the most incredible gifts to ever exist - was NOT encouraged to be who He was and say what He felt.<br />
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So here we are, thousands of years later, and I know I - at least - am guilty of precisely the same thing. I want Jesus to be who I want Him to be - not who He actually is. I want Him to follow the plan I have for my life rather than work through the tough - but beneficial - issues that following His plan so often includes.<br />
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Here's the most ironic part of it all, though. I think getting to know the genuine nature of a person - the nature that often doesn't reveal itself at first blush - is one of the greatest pleasures of life. I love knowing my friends' eccentricities. I love guessing the way they will react to certain situations. I love their real and vulnerable opinions about life.<br />
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I guess my point here is actually a question for myself - and for you too, if you'd like to join me: what if I let Jesus be Jesus in my life? What if I actually took Him at His word? What if I allowed Him to be all of the things He's said He is in my life?<br />
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So here I am: just a girl, standing in front of her Lord, asking Jesus to be Jesus - He's amazing just the way He is. I don't know about you, but my life looks totally different if I strive to know Jesus for who He has said He is and who He has proven Himself to be. The box I too often force Him into confines His true nature - an abundantly good, just, creative, and beautiful nature.<br />
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Please be YOU in my life, Jesus, today and always.<br />
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Amen.<br />
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~Sarah~sworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-31057477036539711162015-04-06T09:52:00.000-07:002015-04-06T09:52:25.774-07:00Stealing the HeadlineThere are usually a quite a few more people that go to church on Christmas and Easter. I respect these people because I am the exact opposite; I do not like going to church on Easter and Christmas. There's tons of traffic and if you know me, you'll know I really don't like driving so driving when there are thousands of people going to the same place is not for me. The people that choose to go to church on the busiest days of the year, my hat's off to you.<br />
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It's not that I don't like the service, in fact, I love to hear about these two days very much. It's the beginning and the (not really but some people thought so) ending to the greatest love story ever told and if you know me, you'll know I really don't like driving and that I'm sucker for love stories.<br />
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I joined my brother and sister-in-law for Easter this year, and the pastor said something that hit me.<br />
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"As Christians, we like to say it was my sin that sent Jesus to the cross and He had to die for me. We like to steal the spot light from God and put our own name as the headline. Jesus died on the cross because God loves us, that's the headline."<br />
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He probably said it a lot more poetic and epic than I just did but the heart of his message is the same, I think. <br />
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I do say that. I do say because of MY sin, Jesus had to die for ME. I enter a religious mindset about what Jesus did without even realizing it. I think there are rules, I think that I tried really heard to be "good" enough, but I'm a sinner and my sin sent Jesus to the cross. God isn't about religion, He's about relationship. God's unending love and desire to be in a relationship with Him is what sent Jesus to the cross, not us. <br />
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In high school, my parents set curfews and wanted me to spend time with them, and I thought it was annoying, but I tried pleasing them for a while. Up until my junior year of high school, I was doing pretty good but I soon became exhausted from always feeling like I wasn't good enough no matter how hard I tried to obey them. I rebelled and things got crazy for a bit. I went to college and the rules and curfews were uplifted and I was free! I started finding myself not wanting to stay out late every night and would come home at a reasonable hour. I started spending more time with my family and not because I really wanted to but because I knew they wanted to. When it was about rules, I failed my parents. When it was about relationship, I pleased them. <br />
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I like to make my life about me.<br />
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I wanted to please my parents according to my standards. When I didn't reach them, I gave up. I didn't want to be controlled so I broke curfew.<br />
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I felt.<br />
I want.<br />
I say.<br />
I do. <br />
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I never once thought it was because my parents wanted to spend time with me, to have a relationship. I never once thought they wanted the best for me.<br />
I never once thought that they provided for me, and I had the most outrageous childhood because my dad wanted to give us everything we wanted.<br />
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In the same way, I made what Jesus did for me about me. I thought I was being about God by admitting my sin and saying Jesus died for me. Like a modern day Pharisee, standing on street corners preaching the word of God so people can think I'm holy. The intentions of the Pharisee were probably good, but soon enough they made it about them and not about God. They were about religion, not about relationship.<br />
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God's love for us sent Jesus to the cross, not my sin. He wanted to be in a relationship with us so bad, He sent His son to die for us. I've been reading John 17 a lot lately. John 17 is Jesus praying right before He was betrayed and sent to the cross. In the face of the most excruciating death, this is some of what He prayed:<br />
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<span class="text John-17-3" id="en-NIV-26763"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"> "</sup>Now this is eternal life: that they <span style="font-size: large;">know</span> you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.</span></span> "<br />
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<span class="text John-17-24" id="en-NIV-26784"><span class="woj">“Father, I want those you have given me <span style="font-size: large;">to be with me where I am</span>, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because <span style="font-size: large;">you loved me</span> before the creation of the world."</span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-17-24" id="en-NIV-26784"><span class="woj">God wants to know you. God loves you. Jesus wasn't sent because of my sin but because God wants to be with us, to know us. </span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-17-24" id="en-NIV-26784"><span class="woj">in His grip, </span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-17-24" id="en-NIV-26784"><span class="woj">Josh </span></span><br />
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<br />Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-9602884384265145342015-03-23T09:33:00.003-07:002015-03-23T13:25:07.105-07:00March MadnessIt's one of my favorite times of the year.<br />
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<b>NCAA March Madness</b>.<br />
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Ever since I was a little kid, my family has eagerly awaited the tip-off of 3 weeks of almost 24/7 college basketball. There's something about the "one and done" atmosphere, the Cinderella stories, the inspiration, the extreme athleticism, the "One Shining Moment" video when the championship is all over. I am basically guaranteed to cry at least once and to yell at the TV screen a lot more times than that throughout the tournament.<br />
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I don't know if you follow basketball like I do, but one of the coolest moments from the tournament so far (in my opinion) has been Georgia State's upset of Baylor in the first round. As sad as I was that the Bears lost (Abby's alma mater), Georgia State has a really cool coach, and, come on, who doesn't love the underdog to some extent?<br />
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Ron Hunter, the coach, actually tore his Achilles' Tendon <i>celebrating </i>the week before in his team's conference championship...which they won. His son R.J. is one of Georgia State's best players and made the shot that propelled the Panthers to upset Baylor. Coach a.k.a. Dad <a href="http://ftw.usatoday.com/2015/03/georgia-state-ron-hunter-chair" target="_blank">fell off his stool</a> when the shot went in! This is not a coach lacking in enthusiasm. I've been reading Emerson lately (#thingsEnglishgradstudentssay), and I love this quote from "Circles": "Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. The way of life is wonderful; it is by abandonment."<br />
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It was awesome to watch this coach in victory, but I think he really stands out in the way he treats his team, himself, and the entire March Madness experience in defeat. Georgia State lost their second round game to Xavier, but check out this little bit from his post-game interview: "I told them not to be sad, what a great week, what an unbelievable week, there's nothing to be sad about...As a coach, best time of my life, and as a father...I love this kid, man."<br />
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Whoa.<br />
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I played basketball in high school. I definitely never felt this way after losing, especially immediately after a season-ending loss. But Coach Hunter made me consider something that extends far beyond a basketball court: <i>how do I act in defeat</i>?<br />
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I'm talking about defeat in life, when it feels like everything is going wrong, like nothing and no one is on your side. That's tough. And that's real life, it's not a game. Sometimes "winning" might not even be one of the options. How do you act in these situations?<br />
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Honesty hour: I've felt pretty defeated this semester. I've felt like I bit off way more than I could chew. I've felt like everything I'm doing is less than my best. I've felt inadequate at school and in ministry. I've felt like a bad teacher, friend, and follower of Jesus. And I've acted like it. My enthusiasm and energy for things I love has plummeted. And I've tried to go it alone. I've tried to figure it out by myself. I haven't always been pleasant to be around - ask my roommates, bless their souls!<br />
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Enter Jesus.<br />
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Saturday, I read Psalm 63, seemingly on a whim. This is what it says:<br />
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"O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory. Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you...My soul clings to you..."</blockquote>
David, in this Psalm, is the picture of the way I want to be in defeat. I want to seek God, I want to thirst for His Spirit, I want to look up and praise Him in the desert land instead of moping around like Eeyore or snapping like Oscar the Grouch. In the midst of defeat, I want to be learning and growing and moving forward. I don't want to be a sore loser. <br />
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Winning, so often, is a team effort. I think I "bench" Jesus an awful lot of the time. And because He's a gentleman, He doesn't check Himself in. But He is always ready, and He's the best player I've got - WAY better than me. He's also a great teammate - you know, the one that sticks by you in defeat and celebrates with you in victory. Because Jesus knows that we feel defeat most poignantly when we're lonely.<br />
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Let's look back at Coach Hunter's statement - look how he finishes that comment. He talks about loving his son. March Madness was "unbelievable" for him because he loves his team, and he loves his son. Maybe I can take a lesson from that, too. Even when I'm struggling, I can set <i>love</i> before me. Even when I'm struggling, I can set <i>joy</i> before me.<br />
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And as my soul clings to Jesus, I can learn to be gracious, loving, and enthusiastic.<br />
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Even in defeat.<br />
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Peace and blessings, y'all!<br />
Sarahsworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-282976145863793972015-03-16T09:10:00.002-07:002015-03-16T09:10:09.894-07:00wash away the mudRecently, my sister-in-law recommended I read a book by Erwin Raphael McManus called <i>The Artisan Soul</i>. She said in this book, Erwin argues that everyone is created to create and thought I would really enjoy it since I believe the same thing. I haven't read it yet, but I watched two sermons by Erwin and they gave me a lot to think about. This will be my attempt to share my thoughts on what Erwin talked about.<br />
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I've been spending a lot of time reading the gospel of John, trying to learn more about the character of Jesus. I try to always be reading a gospel alongside another book in the Bible at all times. If I want to know more about Jesus and be like Jesus, I should always be studying His life always. In the two sermons I watched, Erwin used John chapter 9 in what he had to say about what it means to be created in the image of a creator.<br />
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First, this chapter is close to my heart. It's a story about healing, giving a blind man his sight back and for a while I was blind and desperately needed Jesus to help me see again. When I was 15 years old, I started developing back pain which soon became chronic body pain, over the years growing worse. When I was 20 years old, a close friend of mine called me and told me he was frustrated for me. That he couldn't understand why this was happening to me. But then he read John chapter 9<i>:</i><br />
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<i> </i><i><span class="text John-9-1"><span class="chapternum"></span>As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth.</span> <span class="text John-9-2" id="en-NIV-26443">His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”</span></i></div>
<i> <span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"></sup>“Neither this man nor his parents sinned,”</span> said Jesus, <span class="woj">“but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj"> </span></span><span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj"> </span></span></i><br />
<span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj">Now, I wasn't born with this pain, and no one really knows why the pain occurs. My close friend said he believes that this has happened to me so that the works of God may (if I respond, if I'm obedient) be displayed in me. </span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj">Erwin broke down this passage from another perspective and I loved it. The way Jesus heals<i> </i>shows His creativity. Jesus, being God and God being a creator, must be a creative person. The way Jesus healed this man was interesting because, since I believe Jesus is God, he could have just healed Him by thought or saying so. He did this sometimes for other people but not for this man. Instead, Jesus spit in the dirt to make mud. He rubbed the mud into the blind man's eyes and instructed him to walk over to the Pool of Siloam and wash himself. </span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj">Here is Jesus, who can choose how to heal a man any way He wants, and He chooses spit and dirt. Erwin suggested the man standing there blind, listening to Jesus spit over and over into the dirt to make mud to smear into his eyes, may have felt embarrassed. He may have even felt humiliated. Jesus put mud on his eyes and instructed him to wash himself. If someone put mud in my eyes now, it would be nice for that person to help me out by walking me over to water at least. But Jesus said <i>Go. Wash yourself. </i>He took something that may be thought as ugly, like mud, and did something beautiful with it. He created sight from something that obstructs, something you can't see through. I can't help but wonder why He didn't just give the man his sight back with a simple thought. And I can't help but agree with Erwin that Jesus chose this because creativity is in the essence of who Jesus is.<i> </i></span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj"> I remember going to Jesus for healing with my pain and nothing happened. I was frustrated for years wondering why Jesus would heal so many people but not me. Why not me? I was losing hope in getting better, I was losing hope in Jesus. I was so angry with Him. Later on I thought, maybe Jesus put mud on my eyes when I came to Him for healing. Maybe I became blind to how He was going to heal me because when He said go, I felt humiliated by Jesus. Maybe Jesus put mud on my eyes and told me to go wash myself because He wanted me to respond to Him, to be obedient. </span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-9-3"><span class="woj">Some people came to Jesus and were healed instantly. This blind man had to walk over to the pool and wash himself to be healed. Some may be like Paul, and cry out three times to only get the response "<i>My grace is sufficient for you." </i>Paul wasn't physically healed but God gave him the strength to endure his sufferings<i> - for when I am weak, He is strong.</i> Maybe we receive all three and it's just we don't recognize how He's healed us because we're walking around with mud on our eyes because we aren't listening to Him when He says to wash. Jesus has restored my hope in Him. He corrected how I saw my pain - I realized I am not my ailment. </span></span><br />
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<span class="text John-9-3" id="en-NIV-26444"><span class="woj">My obedience to Jesus will lead to healing, just like the blind man in John chapter 9. I believe your obedience can lead to healing as well. Whether it's physically healing, giving you sight where you are blind, or the realization that <i>His grace is sufficient. </i></span></span><br />
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in His grip,<br />
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Josh.Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-60459152506918620572015-03-02T09:03:00.000-08:002015-03-02T09:03:04.658-08:00One Piece of AdviceLast weekend, we had a region-wide leader gathering for Young Life here in Albuquerque. Leaders from El Paso, Los Alamos, Las Cruces, Crown Point, Farmington, and Albuquerque came together for a weekend of encouragement, community, and raucous laughter...of course!<br />
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We had the incredible opportunity to hear from Bob and Claudia Mitchell during this time. A little background on these two incredible people. Bob is a former president of Young Life and one of the first Young Life kids EVER. As in this dude and his family hosted some of the first Young Life clubs at their house, and his leader was Jim Rayburn, the founder of Young Life. Anyway, enough of the celeb status laundry list. In my mind, this man - "Mitch" as he's known - is a pillar of faith beyond the Young Life community. Last weekend he told us about how he fought from within the mission during the '60s and '70s to make a place for women and African-Americans in leadership. He told us about moments of frustration and triumph as he has walked faithfully with the Lord for close to 80 years.<br />
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I was fortunate enough to hear from Bob and Claudia during New Staff Training in Florida, as well. It was equally as cool to be exposed to their experiences there, but it was awesome to actually get to meet them, talk with them, and laugh with them on such a personal level here in Albuquerque. <br />
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I'm gonna call this as it is for a minute. I don't know about you, but when I meet "big wigs" as my mom would call them, I am often times disappointed. Usually these people are not as terrific as they're made out to be. Less personable, less eloquent, etc.<br />
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Not so with Mitch. Meeting him, shaking his hand, being close to him, I saw such genuine kindness in his face, I heard authentic love in his voice. Like who is this guy?? He rocks. He's hilarious. He loves Claudia in such a precious way.<br />
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This personal interaction made me listen in a totally different manner this time around. And this is what I heard and keep hearing a week later.<br />
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We had a question and answer time with Bob and Claudia. One of the leaders asked what advice Mitch would give to a Young Life leader now. He sat and thought in his characteristic way for just a moment before continuing with no preface: "Cultivate your own relationship with Christ before anything else. That's the greatest thing you can do."<br />
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Wow.<br />
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If anyone could give Young Life leading tips, it's Bob Mitchell. But instead of advising us on how to run a good program and get kids to camp or enlightening us on the most effective contact work strategies, Mitch said one thing: Know. Jesus.<br />
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I was reminded of the time Jesus clarified something to us in Matthew 22:37-40 about the Law and the commandments. He says (without introductory material, either), "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets."<br />
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So here we are - here I am. We get caught up in program, logistics, <i>doing</i>. We forget that Jesus gave us the CliffNotes version of the Old Testament. And I'm not saying don't read the OT - as an English teacher, I will ALWAYS encourage the actual reading of primary material. But here it is, the bare bones of what we as Christians are called to do:<br />
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Love God. Be with Him. That's the greatest thing we can do.<br />
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Love people. Be with them.<br />
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I think one of the reasons I am so struck by Mitch's advice is because I've heard him tell of the way he lived this out. One story in particular stood out to me. At New Staff Training, Mitch told of his first night in the San Francisco Bay area. He had just moved to this city, no friends, an empty home, a new part of the country. He drove to the top of a hill overlooking the city, the sea of lights stretching out before him and absolutely overwhelming him with where to even begin in reaching out to the kids of San Fran. Mitch teared up as he told us of his cry to God in that moment, the raw "where do I even begin" honesty he poured out on that hill.<br />
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What's striking to me about this is that before Mitch settled in, met the neighbors, found a church, went to a school, he <b>first</b> retreated to be with the Lord. To surrender his upcoming months and years in the bay area to the Lord. To love the Lord <b>before</b> he commenced doing. Mitch realized that without Jesus at the center, he would never find his way in that city. Mitch realized that cultivating his relationship with Christ was then and would always be <i>the most effective </i>ministry strategy in Young Life, the church...heck, <b>anywhere. </b>This piece of advice was not just a repetition of a hugely important piece of the Bible. It was a tested and lived out truth of Mitch's life.<br />
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And so that's why his words - really Jesus' words - keep ringing in my ears: Love God with all you have. Give Him the first fruits of your life.<br />
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This is - and always will be - the great commandment.<br />
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Peace and Blessings, y'all!<br />
Sarahsworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-77142607741047307662015-02-16T11:54:00.000-08:002015-02-16T11:54:19.170-08:00Timeless PeopleI want to be somebody.<br />
I want to have purpose.<br />
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My mom told me that when I was little I wished my name was Mike Piazza, best known for being the New York Mets catcher. I wanted his name because I thought you had to have a cool name like Mike Piazza in order to become a professional baseball player. Mike Piazza was somebody, he had purpose. He made an impact on the Major League Baseball world; my catcher's mitt has his named imprinted on the palm. I wanted what he had, even his name apparently. <br />
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Michael Jackson<br />
Sacagawea <br />
John Lennon<br />
Rosa Parks<br />
Steve Jobs<br />
Amelia Earhart <br />
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There's a group of people that seem to live outside of time. This list of people could go on and on and despite their deaths, they seem to still exist. They have made such an impact on this world that what they did has lasted generations and probably will continue to thrive into the future. My kids' kids will probably be wearings Beatles T-shirts listening to their iPod's containing music from Jackson because he is the "King of Pop". Everyone knows their names, they were all somebodies. <br />
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Albert Einstein<br />
Leonardo da Vinci<br />
Harriet Tubman <br />
Issac Newton<br />
Whitney Houston<br />
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Millions of people file through the Louvre Museum to see a painting claimed to be one of the most famous paintings in the world and the creator has been dead for almost 500 years. The Sistine Chapel draws in a similar crowd and these Renaissance artists have more than just fine arts to carry on their name. Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman decided to create four crime fighting turtles and name them after four 15th and 16th century artists, including da Vinci and Michelangelo. I bet they had no idea they would one day be teen-aged, crime-fighting mutant-ninja turtles. They probably were doing what they loved and never thought half a millennium later, people would know be making films and writing books about them.<br />
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From time to time, I wonder what my future holds. If I will ever be someone who is spoken about hundreds of years from now. I want to know if my life will have purpose. I remember my time at UNM and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, thinking I had to choose "right" when it came to my career. I didn't want to go through life thinking no one would remember me and I would choose the "wrong" career path. And because of my decision, I wouldn't have an impact on this earth.<br />
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I tend to stray away, like a lost sheep, from Jesus. I forget about the promises He has made and when He makes promises, He upholds them. I sometimes forget to see myself the way He sees me.<br />
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I am gifted.<br />
I am chosen.<br />
I am the salt of the earth.<br />
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I forget that I am already somebody, that my life already has purpose. We all are somebody and we all have purpose. I won't go through this life forgotten because He knows me. I don't have to build an empire of music, iPods, or solve some algorithm to be remembered by Him. I am the salt of the earth, like Russ was saying on Tuesday. Salt makes food taste better, with the right amount, and salt preserves. I really enjoyed the story Russ told, the story of the lady giving him salt while running his marathon but he didn't know he was supposed to eat it to stop the cramping. My purpose is to share the salt, to be the salt for others to help the cramping of the world. And what I do on earth, sharing Jesus with others, lasts longer than a life time. If God uses me to impact some one's life and help them know Jesus, it lasts an eternity. Jesus really is a timeless person, and He gives us the opportunity to be timeless too.<br />
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in His grip,<br />
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JoshJoshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-43573577908787361152015-02-09T09:59:00.000-08:002015-02-09T09:59:12.816-08:00#waytobeI love hashtags.<br />
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This confession might be career suicide seeing as how I am getting my Masters in English Lit, and I am a writing instructor at UNM. I am supposed to be the slayer of all fragments, the bane of improper capitalization. But I can't help it. I think hashtags are fun, catchy, and a unique form of communication that we have recently embraced.<br />
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Also, Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon do a hashtag skit, and it's one of my favorite things ever. Funny how Jimmy seems to be at the root of many of my favorite things...<br />
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Anyways, Russ and Jamie share my passion for this mode of communication so for the past two years, we've introduced a new hashtag each semester to our students. We started with #allthingsnew and moved into #identity, #courageous, and now #waytobe, each of them directly correlating to our topic for that particular semester. We ask students to tag Instagrams, Facebook posts, and Tweets with these hashtags so that we can create an online community connection as we pursue the Lord together.<br />
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This semester - #waytobe - has me thinking: <b>what is the "way to be"</b>? We've been talking about the Beatitudes and the Sermon on the Mount for the past several Tuesdays. Jamie talked about how when Jesus delivered these words to His followers, He flipped the normal <i>way of being</i> on its head. His message was radical. His message was hard.<br />
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Not a whole lot has changed about Jesus' message over the past 2000 or so years. It's still radical. It's still hard. I think about other "way" passages in the Bible, and I'm reminded of Jesus' words in John 14:6..."I am the way, and the truth, and the life." These statements of Jesus are deceptively simple. I find myself so often repeating these words with an attitude of: "Of course, You're the way. Of course, You're the truth. Of course, You're the life." But I rarely stop and actually think about these characteristics of Jesus.<br />
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This weekend, I had the awesome opportunity to spend time at Lone Tree Ranch with my friend Morgan. We rappelled, we ate, we watched men in tights and capes ride fixed gear bikes, we napped, we sang, we listened, we learned how many gallons of water are contained in a toilet as we watched it pour onto the floor of our cabin, and we hiked. Eventful to say the least, yet also relaxing and fun.<br />
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One of the songs we sang several times at the Ranch is by United Pursuit Band. It's called "Nothing I Hold On To" - you can listen to it <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCiOL7PIi0o" target="_blank">here</a>. One of the lines says, "I give it all to you God, trusting that You'll make something beautiful out of me." We sang it over and over. Honestly, I was getting tired of it. Until I realized God was trying to get me to actually listen to what was coming out of my mouth. That in giving <i>all</i> (that means EVERYTHING) to Him and trusting that He's doing something in me, I am confessing that <b>I </b>am not the way, that <b>I </b>am not the truth, and that <b>I </b>am not the life. I have given those things up to Jesus when I gave up <i>all</i>.<br />
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But this brings me back to Jesus' radical words. Am I willing to let Jesus turn my life upside down? Am I ready to let my <i>way of being</i> reflect that I have made Jesus the way of my life, that I have made Jesus the truth of my life, that I have made Jesus the <i>life</i> of my <i>life</i>? My answer to these questions currently is "yes, sometimes." This semester, I'm hoping to inch closer and closer to "yes, always."<br />
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So what's my #waytobe? My way to be is like Jesus. How do I do that? I don't know exactly, but I think it starts somewhere around "yes, always."<br />
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Peace and blessings, y'all!<br />
Sarahsworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-6132906319328108502015-02-02T11:05:00.001-08:002015-08-08T14:18:55.479-07:00People<div class="MsoNormal">
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I love reading.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reading is one of my favorite things to do. I love getting
lost in a well-told story, letting my mind make up what the characters look
like and imagining what their lives are like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A book I recently read that I thoroughly enjoyed was<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i>Perks of Being a Wallflower</i> by Stephen
Chbosky. It’s not your classic mind boggling piece of literature, but the reason
I enjoy this particular book so much is because the characters feel real. It’s
a darker book following the lives of a few high school students in Pittsburgh,
PA and doesn’t necessarily have the happiest of endings. Nonetheless, the
characters are real and their stories are captivating. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I never get tired of captivating stories. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Young Life was where I started my relationship with Jesus
and was the first ministry where I wanted to get involved. I thought Young Life
was the best ministry and I loved hearing the stories of those involved with
Young Life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started realizing I didn’t
have to go to books to find captivating stories, all I had to do was live life
and meet others. The stories I heard were ones that you couldn’t script and
bind within a cover with some hipster title like “The Silence Between the Rain”
(The title of a story I’m currently writing ha). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These stories were real and I loved getting to
hear them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 2013, I stepped back from Young Life and I thought the
captivating stories were going to end and that I would have to turn to
fabricated ones in books once again (Don’t get me wrong, I still LOVE a great
book with a great story). You could say that this thinking captivating
stories will end because Young Life was removed from my life was the result of
naiveness or ignorance. I thought no other ministry was as good as Young Life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A person once told me “Ministry is people”. This was eye
opening. I realized people were everywhere I went, no matter what
organization I was involved in. Young Life was just a tool for me to meet
people with amazing stories. Every one has a story and every one’s story is
captivating because it’s theirs. Your story is one I can’t go to the local
bookstore and read about. I was reminded of the quote “Ministry is people”
because of Young Life College. Young Life College teamed up with the Mission, a
ministry that reaches out to people. Both organizations are involved in Laundry
Love, another ministry that reaches out to people. This past Tuesday Night,
there was an announcement about a ministry called Joni and Friends and yes,
they reach out to people as well. I look at Jesus' life and He reached out to people too. And it wasn't certain people who belonged to certain groups or organizations, but to all people. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Lately I have been reminding myself to focus less on the
name of a ministry and focus more on the name of Him who did ministry best. When
I do this, I truly care about people and not because of the ministry I am a part
of but because of who they are to Him. I want to hear their one of a kind story
and perhaps have the opportunity to share Jesus’ story with them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In His grip, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-18649263143328248412015-01-26T06:35:00.000-08:002015-01-26T06:35:58.225-08:00Treadmills, TDs, and Trust<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Perhaps this video is an accurate representation of how you feel at the beginning of a semester - I know that this, at least, is how I feel in mid-January, almost every year. Somehow, I never fail to feel behind when everything is just starting up. I feel like I'm jumping on an already moving treadmill and - like the poor girl above - I get tossed right off, flailing about.<br />
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This feeling seems to sit in direct tension with one of my favorite quotes from any movie ever. If you haven't watched <i>Remember the Titans</i>, please go do so now. Anyway, in this cinematic masterpiece, Gary Bertier says, "Listen, when something unexpected comes, you just gotta pick it up and run with it."<br />
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I never expect <i>semesters</i> to start, progress, and end the way they do. I never expect my <i>week</i> to start, progress, and end the way it does. I never even expect my<i> day </i>to start, progress, and end the way it does. Sometimes I feel like I absolutely cannot get started on that treadmill. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the amount of unexpected things flying at me, and I want to yell at Gary Bertier that we don't all have the hands of Dez Bryant, and I can't pick up All. Of. This. Stuff!<br />
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But Saturday morning, I was reminded of a scripture I've known for a long time, though now I feel like I've read it in a new way. <b>Proverbs 3:5-6 says, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths."</b> (I have this resistance to "coffee cup" verses a lot of the time which is dumb because the reason they're on coffee cups is because they're awesome. So...) I spent some time with these verses. This is what I see:<br />
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<li>I possess the ability for trust and acknowledgement. God possesses understanding and direction (along with a billion other things). </li>
<li>What if I trusted and acknowledged and leaned on my Lord instead of myself? I think that treadmill might start to seem a bit more manageable. I think I would be able to pick up a few more things but also know when to let some other things go.</li>
<li>What if when life got unexpected, when I felt a little wobbly, I ran <b>with </b>Jesus instead of away from Him? I don't know why this has seemed like such a novel idea to me recently. But all of this talk of paths reminded me of another verse, <b>Psalm 119:32. "I will run in the way of your commandments when you enlarge my heart!"</b> I first learned this verse in the NIV translation which says, "I run in the <u>path</u> of your commands," but I like the ESV's emphasis on God's enlarging of our hearts which, remember Proverbs, <i>is where our trust in the Lord pours out of.</i></li>
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I don't think I'll ever live my life in a totally spontaneous, totally flexible way. That's just not who I am. I won't be able to catch all of those unexpected passes that Gary Bertier alludes to (my dad always said I'd be more of a linebacker than a wide receiver anyway). But I also think that, if I trust and acknowledge that God has and grants me understanding and direction, then I'll spend less time frantically running to keep up with a fast moving world. And maybe my heart will grow because of <b>trust</b> and not because I'm out of breath.</div>
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Peace and blessings, y'all!</div>
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Sarah</div>
sworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-81397950705073463932015-01-12T10:17:00.001-08:002015-01-12T10:17:57.412-08:00the coolness of the mist"Time is not just a commodity, it's your most valuable one." <br />
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I always enjoy December 31st. We always try to gather as many people as possible under one roof to bring in the New Year. Nothing complex, just a bunch of friends gathering around, taking part in great conversations. Soon enough people start reminiscing about the past year and chatting about resolutions for 2015.<br />
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The New Year always comes so fast. I started thinking about moments of 2014, memories where I wanted to remain, but time was persistent on not stopping. I want to share some of those memories with you.<br />
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Starting an epic road trip at 1am with two of New Mexico's finest gents, Noah Monagle and Felix Orpinel.<br />
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Watching Noah get kicked awake by security after falling asleep in Phoenix's Metro mall. <br />
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Walking beneath misters as we entered a Starbucks on a scorching Phoenix day in July. <br />
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Standing up in the sound booth watching hundreds of middle school kids start a relationship with Jesus.<br />
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Sitting in the Kimo Theater watching all our hard work be worth it as our short film was screened at the Albuquerque film festival.<br />
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Taking a selfie with Vince Harrison and the rest of the graduating class of 2014 after receiving our Bachelor degrees.<br />
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I could go on forever, but these are the first memories that pop into my mind as I write. These are the kinds of moments I remember, and going into 2015, I hope I can make similar ones. But for some reason, when I think of 2015 resolutions, my mind races in another direction. Every year, I seem to set goals to be more successful. I think of a number and say, "this is how much I will make this year." I want to pay off my student loan debt, if not all at least put a decent dent in it. I want my business to flourish. These are the kind of things that come to the forefront of my mind and yet, these kinds of goals aren't the moments I remember. I don't remember how much money it cost to volunteer a month at a summer camp, I remember the people I traveled with and the people I lived life with. I don't remember the amount of money I invested into the production of our short film but the feeling of seeing it finally finished and the relationships that came out of it. Looking back on graduation, I don't see how much student loan debt I'm in but the gratification of achieving a life milestone.<br />
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The money I invested in my short film, my travels, and my degree is a commodity I will get back. The time invested, I will not.<br />
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A great man once told me time is your most valuable commodity. It made me look at time from a new perspective. The things we value are the things we invest the most time in. I say I love people but how much time do I spend with people? How many times do I say I will be somewhere and I don't show up? How many times do I show up late to a meeting? When I don't show up where I say I will be, my actions say being there for you isn't worth my limited time. Showing up late to a meeting says your limited time isn't worth mine.<br />
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I want to refocus my resolutions for 2015 to reflect time being my most valuable commodity.<br />
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I want to show up early every meeting.<br />
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I want to spend my time growing relationships and starting new ones. <br />
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I want to see time as a limited commodity.<br />
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I want to live my life in the moments I won't get back.<br />
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Walking under the mist on that hot Phoenix day was a moment that felt so good. I almost let the Phoenix summer weather blind me to how refreshing the heavenly haze of H20 felt raining down on me, and I think life can be like that sometimes. We focus so much on the blazing heat of life, knowing when we leave the mist, the heat will return. We forget to acknowledge the finite moments we are in and to take in the coolness of the mist.<br />
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In His grip,<br />
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Josh<br />
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"Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes."<br />
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<span class="p">James 4:14</span><br />
<br />Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-10753979638805139322014-12-25T05:39:00.000-08:002014-12-25T05:39:47.164-08:00Merry Christmas<div class="MsoNormal">
Saturday was our last Laundry Love of the semester.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe you’re unfamiliar with our Laundry Love
community project – let me catch you up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>One Saturday out of every month, we show up at Harold’s Laundry, a
laundromat right down the street from Russ and Jamie’s house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For two hours we throw a laundry party,
putting quarters in machines, talking with the laundry-doers, and playing with
their little kids out front.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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When I first went to Laundry Love, I felt ridiculously
uncomfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t know how to
approach people and ask if I could pay for their laundry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew if someone asked if they could do that
for me, I would likely turn them down (hello, pride…).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But God has taught me a lot about myself and
about the people that live in the community around UNM through Laundry
Love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He surprises me in some new way,
every time I go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This Saturday, I began talking to Ronnie* right away when I
got there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was drying about 40
basketball jerseys for a local high school team.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We talked about the game for a little bit and
her children, and then she shared with me how she was diagnosed with and beat
cancer this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She invited me to come
visit her at work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I helped her fold the
jerseys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ronnie left, and I felt like I
was waving goodbye to a friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We only spoke
for about 45 minutes, but friendships form quickly at Laundry Love.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A pair of guys comes in every once in a while during our
Saturday laundry parties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time
they’ve come in, they leave while their laundry is in the washer and come back
with a pizza and breadsticks for all of us volunteering.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least one of these guys – I don’t even
know his name! – goes to a local church and wants to express his appreciation
in some tangible way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s so
encouraging to get a glimpse of the body of Christ working together, loving
each other while loving others.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Mission – and now Young Life College – has been involved
with Laundry Love for close to two years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I still get nervous every time I pull up to the laundromat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I play with the kids, drawing chalk
faces or singing “Let It Go” with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sometimes I get to hear life stories like I did with Ronnie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And sometimes I simply ask, “Can I put some
quarters in this machine for you?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatever
it is that I do, though, I always – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">always</i>
– leave Harold’s with a smile on my face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And maybe it’s a bit trite to say this during the Christmas season, but
I believe I leave with a full heart because it truly is better to give than to
receive (Acts 20:35).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to keep
this spirit of generosity before me as 2014 comes to an end and the new year
begins, following the generosity of the Father who gave the greatest gift of
all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Merry Christmas, friends!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sarah<o:p></o:p></div>
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sworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-59744825954441423232014-12-15T08:17:00.000-08:002014-12-15T14:32:07.153-08:00To live is human"to write is human, to edit is divine."<br />
-Stephen King, <i>On writing: A Memoir on the Craft</i><br />
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Writing is tough.<br />
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For me, writing is one of the most difficult crafts. I have all these thoughts and ideas that sound <strike>good</strike> great in my head but once I try and transcribe them onto paper (computer screen)...<br />
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You know what I mean? Last week was finals for all you college students, I'm sure those who had written ones can relate to the difficulty of this art. Instead of writing, we try to convince ourselves Segway crash compilation YouTube videos or the trending pancake art videos must be viewed <b>immediately</b>. Me laughing takes precedence to me writing this mediocre [insert writing assignment here] and I will stop at nothing to comply to my laughing needs. I know at this point you definitely know what I mean (And if you took a break from this blog post to look up these videos, I am not offended. In fact, I would be offended if you didn't...this is where you go look up these videos if you still haven't...).<br />
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Editing is a whole other world. The other day, a friend of mine asked me to review a communication paper for her, to edit the paper. By no means am I some English wiz but I do talk to people on the daily so I figured I had the communication part down. I said yes. Stephen King said it best:<br />
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"...to edit is divine."<br />
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I didn't know what I was doing. I spell pretty well (dotted red lines*right click, select correct word*) but Grammer? (See what I did there?) I was out of my element but I did my best. Let's just say I'll stick to writing; to write is human.<br />
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The stated Stephen King quote has been stuck in my head and I can't stop thinking about it since discovery. Writing is putting pen to paper, finger to keyboard and just writing. Don't worry about perfecting the content, that's the editors job. Just write. I came up with my own Stephen King-esq quote and here it is-<br />
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"to live is human, to live perfectly is divine"<br />
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I think my biggest struggle in writing is the beginning, to just start writing. I think it has to be perfect the first time around so I allow fear to prevent my thoughts to form into sentences. That being said, I think my biggest struggle in life is starting, to just start living. I feel I must live life perfectly all day, everyday. To live perfectly is divine. We should strive for perfection* but understand it is a process to perfection that is orchestrated by God. Let's not be the editors of our own life and let's not try perfecting ourselves without God. Allow God to edit us, making corrections and revising the structure of our lives to guide us toward perfection.<br />
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In my high school years, I had a very foul mouth. Jonah Hill in Superbad may be a good representation of both what I looked and acted like in high school. It wasn't good. One day, I said I was going to stop cussing. I woke up every morning telling myself, "Today is the day. Not one cuss word." I would spend the rest of the day thinking over and over,<br />
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<i> don't cuss don't cuss don't cuss don't cuss </i><i>don't cuss </i><i>don't cuss </i><i>don't cuss </i><br />
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I would make it only a couple hours before the verbal poison leaked out and by the end of the day, it was gushing. I would wake up the next day and it would happen all over again. I'm just as bad at editing actual papers as I am editing my own life. When I finally handed the red pen over to the Big Guy, my language began to change.<br />
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"God, I'm tired of trying to stop cussing. How come I can't stop?"<br />
"<b>Because that's all you think about all day. If you want real change, start thinking about Me."</b><br />
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I learned two lessons from this short and sweet conversation. One: If I think about not sinning all day, I'm thinking about sinning all day. The don'ts do not change the subject of my focus and what I focus my thoughts on has an impact on my lifestyle. I should focus on God because He will edit out what needs to change. Two: If God can start sentences with "Because", then it must be okay to do. Because He is all knowing.<br />
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Perhaps the point isn't to stop sinning. Maybe the point is to respond to God, our life editor, when He makes corrections. A writer's work will only become better if they are obedient to their editor. And the next time the writer puts pen to paper, his work will reflect his obedience.<br />
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"to live is human, to live perfectly is divine"<br />
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Josh.<br />
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*"Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."<br />
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-Matthew 5:48<br />
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“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful."<br />
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-John 15:1-2<br />
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<br />Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-73438091100679441472014-12-08T16:23:00.000-08:002014-12-08T16:23:26.877-08:00Set A Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Friday night, there were two events going on at UNM. First, as pictured above, the traditional "Hanging of the Greens" started as soon as it was dark. Every year, campus organizations put together thousands of luminarias and place them around campus. There is hot chocolate at the President's House and if you're lucky, you might even run into carol singers! It's really beautiful and loads of people from the community come to walk campus and see the lights.<br />
<br />
The second event was Lobo Worship Night, an incredible event put on by our very own Lauren McAuley. Lauren has been organizing these nights at the end of each semester for the past several years. It's always an awesome time of worship with other campus groups, made even more awesome this time around because our very own Russ Collins was the headline musician! <br />
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As I was on my way to campus for Lobo Worship Night on Friday, I totally forgot Hanging of the Greens was going on. And if you know me, you know that I LOVE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS/DECORATIONS/CHRISTMAS IN GENERAL. So you can imagine my delight when I walk on to campus with luminarias lighting my way around every turn. I stroll into the SUB (the large building in the picture) and come to find the room Lauren reserved is the ballroom with huge windows overlooking the campus plaza that has lights absolutely everywhere. Wow! A perfect set-up despite the fact that the technology in the room was malfunctioning, and we weren't able to get words to the songs projected on the wall.<br />
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The night proceeded, however, and when I talked to my friend Elise later about Lobo Worship Night, she said something about how not having the words on the wall made the experience "raw" and authentic and so personal. I love this description of Friday night. And being on campus, singing praises to the Prince of Peace, surrounded by decorations celebrating HIM (even unwittingly) reminded me that I am, yet again, <i>in the midst</i> of His great work. <br />
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We sang one of my favorite songs that night. One verse goes like this:<br />
<br />
Set a fire down in my soul,<br />
that I can't contain,<br />
that I can't control,<br />
I want more of You, God.<br />
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As morbid as it is, I imagined one of those little luminaria candles lighting its bag on fire, and then jumping to another bag, and another, until the entire campus of UNM was engulfed in this flame. (Let's be real, this is probably influenced by the fact that my hometown has almost burned down...twice). What if this is what God is in the process of doing right now? He's lighting fires in each of us so that we can go and light other people on fire to spiritually burn down this campus...heck, this <i>city? </i>Boy, I hope this is what's happening.<br />
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Honesty hour: I am afraid of fire. Like really afraid. I've been burned before. Not bad, but it still hurts because fire is hot. <b>Duh</b>. But I also love standing around a huge bonfire on a cold night. I love roasting marshmallows over campfires. I love drinking tea and reading books next to my parents' wood burning stove. And it's from those experiences that I know how fire pops and crackles and sparks and surprises us sometimes.<br />
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I don't know about you, but I've experienced God sparking, crackling, and popping these past few months. I've been caught off guard, surprised, and sometimes even a bit disgruntled at the way He's moving in my life, on campus, and in Albuquerque. God brought this verse to my attention this week, though. In 2 Thessalonians 3:5 Paul writes, "<i>May the Lord direct your hearts to the love of God and to the steadfastness of Christ</i>." Have you ever been totally hypnotized by flames? The blue, the yellow, the orange, the red. It's beautiful, really. This verse challenges me to look at God that way. To be totally absorbed by Him, but not just with my eyes, with my <b>heart</b> above all else. To be in awe of His steadfast love, directing my heart to the warmth that emanates from King Jesus, <u>especially</u> at Christmas.<br />
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It's the most wonderful time of the year, people. Love to you all!<br />
Sarahsworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-55953457800637366842014-12-01T08:41:00.000-08:002014-12-01T09:18:44.172-08:00Minutes<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Monday 11/24</u><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 9 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time between each alarm after
inevitably snoozing my daily 5:30am wake up call. I don't even know why I try
to get up this early when I know realistically, my day will start at 5:57am. I
gulp down 12 ounces of the human form of octane 87, off brand drip coffee and I
inhale my usual breakfast of eggs over easy. I then watch my breath flow to my
frigid hands as I drive to the high school, making a mental note to buy gloves
- but this will only remain in my head and become lost among the other
countless thoughts of things I should do. I become anxious walking into the
library where I have been for the past two months, knowing I will be doing
monotonous work and I feel seventeen again as I wait for the 2:25pm dismissal bell to
ring.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Tuesday 11/25</u><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<u><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 27 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time it takes me to wake up and then repeat Monday.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Wednesday 11/26</u><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 1,560 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time between waking up at 9am and eating the meal I have been waiting for all week.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Thursday 11/27</u><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<u><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 420 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>The amount of time between arriving at my parents
house for the Thanksgiving meal and being back at my house, hungry once again.
It's Thanksgiving. The day where men eat in their sweatpants and women dig for
their maternity pants or borrow some. If there is any day to not be hungry,
it's today. But yet, I sit here hungry.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">________________________________________________________________________</span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Monday 11/24</u><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">390 minutes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time I have to try and impact a person’s life while at my
long-term substitute-teaching job at Volcano Vista High School. As the librarian,
I have a great opportunity to remember a students name, ask someone how they
are doing, and be ears and listen, to show students that adults do care about
them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Tuesday
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">390 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time I have to repeat Monday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wednesday
11/26<o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">180 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time of extra sleep I get to have on this day and enjoy a
day of rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thursday
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The amount of time I spent with family and friends while sharing a warm,
home cooked meal. My mom went as far to bake two individual gluten-free pies
for me, even though she understands I wouldn't mind not eating any but also knowing
how much I used to love eating pecan pie. I had a second Thanksgiving meal with
my sister-in-law’s family, as I do most years. I am thankful for being able to have not just one family to spend holidays with, but two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear friend, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Perception is reality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes I see my days how I first described them. But when I take a
step back and look at them from a different perspective, I see that there is so
much to be thankful for and so much life to be found every day. We can look at
a job as a means of income, giving time monetary value or as we go in life,
impact those around us. Time's worth becomes more than an hourly wage. Maybe God has our paths cross certain people because He
wants them to experience Jesus that day. If you’re a believer, you know that
Jesus offers life and life to the full. I am thankful that God allows me to have
the opportunity to show people Jesus every day, wherever I am in life, through
my words and actions. We have reason to rejoice and be thankful in every
situation. Sometimes we just have to adjust how we see things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In His grip, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Josh<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Rejoice always,<b> </b>pray
continually,<b> </b>give
thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-69892379200185931202014-11-24T06:34:00.000-08:002014-11-24T06:34:16.046-08:00The Great Turkey AdventureThis past Tuesday Night, we held the Second Annual Thanksgiving Potluck at the Mission. Students sign up to bring a dish to share - Pinterest creations, family recipes, Smith's pies, etc. - and we all gather together to eat and laugh and celebrate the holidays. This year, I was blown out of the water by the amount of food students brought and the creativity and time students poured into their dishes. One girl, Courtney, brought AMAZING mac 'n cheese, and our guy, Ty, brought HOMEMADE pumpkin pies. What?? How awesome is that??<br />
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Well, Bryn and I signed up to bring the turkey. Yes, you read that correctly. I, Sarah Worland, probably the least gifted culinary student around Albuquerque, volunteered to cook a turkey. Honestly, I was banking on Bryn's kitchen skills to offset my lack of them. Anyway, I went home last weekend and thought I would gather some tips from my mother (Carol Worland - Master Chef Extraordinaire). <br />
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Saturday, I casually brought up the fact that I was bringing turkey to the potluck. Our conversation proceeded as follows...<br />
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"Have you bought your turkey yet?" - Mom<br />
"Umm. No." - Me<br />
"It should have been thawing about, well, yesterday." - Mom<br />
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GREAT. Thus commenced the Great Turkey Adventure. Quick thawing in cold water for 8 hours, pulling necks out of fowl (ha) cavities, crippling anxiety that I was going to under cook and/or poison students. All in all, the turkey actually ended up delicious (yay!)...after, of course, a few frantic calls between Bryn and I because the thermometer didn't pop out of the bird (boo!).<br />
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As I kept thinking about this though - and I won't lie, patting myself and Bryn on the back a little bit ;) - my metaphor-inclined brain kicked into high gear. Was not this endeavor similar to this adventure God has sent me on with Young Life College?<br />
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In Isaiah 43:19, God says, "Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?" This has been a verse that Russ and Jamie have had close to their hearts since they began the Mission 6 years ago in Albuquerque and has also been a comfort to me in the past year as I've set out with Young Life College. <br />
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There have been times this semester when I've felt way behind from the get-go...just like with thawing the turkey.<br />
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There have been times where I have been nervous and anxious about the logistics of Tuesday Nights or meeting new students or fundraising...just like I was afraid of under cooking the turkey.<br />
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There have been times where the thermometer hasn't popped up during the semester, when I have been waiting for God to show up, putting Him on my timeline and thinking certain situations should be "done" when I want them to be.<br />
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But from this November perspective, I also see a savory semester in my wake, seasoned not with rosemary or rubbed with olive oil but instead full of rich relationships, students renewing or growing in their walk with the Lord, and laughter - lots of laughter. Sometimes, I think God asks us to jump out in faith, ask for some advice along the way (thanks, Mom!), and embrace the new thing that He's doing. Maybe that's starting up Young Life College at UNM. Maybe that's inviting a difficult coworker to lunch. Maybe it's cooking a turkey. Whatever it is, I do know that these <i>new things</i> God does often lead to <i>thankfulness</i> in us<i>. </i>Thankfulness for students who brought food to share in the midst of a hectic week. Thankfulness for the three guys who stayed for close to an hour after everyone had left to help clean up the house. And thankfulness that God allows me to be a part of this incredible community forming and solidifying at UNM.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving, fam. Thanks for reading. I pray that you have a <u>full</u> week, in so many ways :)<br />
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Sarah<br />
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<br />sworlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269766740978114054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-61083657823259140222014-11-17T07:24:00.000-08:002014-11-17T07:24:47.190-08:00[paSHən]Dear Friend,<br />
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"<i>Do what you are most </i><b>passionate </b><i>about."</i><br />
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What does that even mean. Just kidding, I know what it means. But when someone tells you this in response to your mid-college life crisis and you feel you <b>must</b> choose a major before you get kicked out of the University (FACT, they can kick you out*), "<i>what does that even mean" </i>seems like the appropriate response to say and to say with the appropriate amount of sass.<br />
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I know when people say this, they mean well but sometimes I wish this didn't sound so vague and cliche. I didn't know what I was passionate about in college. I liked a lot of things. I <strike>hoard</strike> collect a lot of things. But I would hardly say I'm passionate about Pez dispensers, bottle caps (not the candy. Definitely not the candy), ticket stubs, and other countries currencies. Or maybe I am. But they don't offer Bachelor of Arts in Pez or world currency, and these interests didn't help me pick a major with confidence. I changed several times due to the fear I was choosing wrong. But I didn't know what a wrong major really was and I didn't know what it would feel like to pick the right one or if feelings are involved at all.<br />
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May 17th, 2014 I graduated with my Bachelor of Arts in Psychology with a minor in Communication. This way I could explain and communicate my thought process behind my several degree changes, my indecisiveness in life, and my lack of awareness when it came to my passions with certainty and effectiveness. It wasn't long after this I found out what I am passionate about. And I'm not sure how much of it has to do with my degree.<br />
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Jesus.<br />
People.<br />
Creating.<br />
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I couldn't simplify it to one but maybe because life wouldn't be life without all three.<br />
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One of my best friends wasn't a believer when I met him. He was up for anything and that is how he ended up at a Young Life summer camp. He had one friend and one crush going to camp and that was enough to get him to hear the Gospel for the first time. No previous experiences with Jesus, religion, bible teachings, etc. but he heard truth and responded "yes" to truth.<br />
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Another good friend of mind was raised in a Christian home - her dad is a pastor. I met her while serving at camp 2010. She loved Jesus and she put him in her speech, her drawings, and her music. It drew people in.<br />
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This one-of-my-best-friends met this another-good-friend-of-mine in May 2013. They saw each other 10 days of that summer, entered a relationship knowing (thinking) they would be apart for two years due to travel abroad plans, spent a year 5,125 miles away from each other, and now 7 months away from two years since first seeing each other, they are still together - growing closer to God and learning about Jesus.<br />
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I don't understand it. I would never do such a thing (never say never), but this is why I'm passionate about people and Jesus. Everyone has a story, unique to them and I love a good story. I'm passionate about Jesus because He makes the stories full of life. Only Jesus could change the heart of a kid the first time he hears the Gospel in preparation for the girl he will meet four years later so he will be able to lead her spiritually. Two different people, two different stories, two different backgrounds brought together by one God.<br />
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Lastly. I'm passionate about creating. It can be in any medium, I just want to create. I used to draw a lot. I painted once or twice, I've sculpted with clay, snapped some pictures, and now I also make films, but it wasn't the paint or the camera I loved but the finished product. I look at what I created and stand in awe. I believe I feel this way because I am made in the image of The Creator and He looks at the people He creates and stands in awe. Creation of the world is good but it wasn't until He created man that He said His creation is <b>very good**</b>.<br />
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I am more than excited that Sarah has asked me to help out with this blog for Young Life College, to share my thoughts and life with you all. This opportunity will allow me to experience all three of my passions since this community Young Life College has created is filled with people and Jesus and now I get to write for them. If you ever want to chat about these posts, life, Jesus, creating, or anything at all, feel free to come up to me on Tuesday nights and share a story or two.<br />
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in His grip,<br />
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Josh<br />
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<b><i>Passion</i></b><br />
<i>[pas·sion]<br />[paSHən]<br />-noun: strong and barely controllable emotion.<br />-"a man of impetuous passion"</i><br />
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*This is in fact, not a fact.<br />
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**Genesis 1:31Joshua Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16580422675896109571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064722810151407421.post-65745233764183925582014-11-10T07:16:00.000-08:002014-11-10T07:16:35.109-08:00In the MidstDear Friend,<br />
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If I could, I would love to welcome you into my home, sit down on my comfy couch with you, hand you a cup of coffee (or tea - your choice, I have a rather impressive supply of each), and tell you all about the adventure I am having with Young Life College here at the University of New Mexico. But, because we are spread far and wide, let me instead welcome you into this virtual sitting room. Maybe you can grab a cup 'a joe from your own kitchen. Regardless, I still have the opportunity to tell you about God's work at UNM.<br />
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I cannot believe it is November. Our typical Tuesday Night gatherings have wrapped up, and we have a dinner at Frontier, a Thanksgiving potluck, and an ugly sweater Christmas party before Winter Break is upon us. This semester has been a whirlwind of activity, growth, relationships, and perseverance, and in the midst of it all, God has been ever present.<br />
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<b>In the midst</b>. This phrase keeps surfacing, in several different ways, in the things I am reading and experiencing. Allow me to explain.<br />
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"In the midst" can mean that you are surrounded by something. I have felt surrounded by God's faithfulness this semester as He has provided an incredible support network for Young Life College - that means you! I covet your prayers and the work you are doing, near and far, for the students and the campus I love so dearly. Thank you!<br />
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"In the midst" can give the impression of experiencing something. I am in the midst of learning tough but valuable life lessons. I am in the midst of knowing God in new ways. I am in the midst of laughter, tears, and deep friendship. <br />
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Finally, "in the midst" can imply that someone is in the process of doing something. God is in the midst of a great work not only at UNM but also in the entire city of Albuquerque. <br />
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And therein is the purpose for this blog. My friend Josh and I want to share this Great Work with you as best as we can in this virtual sitting room. We'll post on Monday mornings - maybe an update from the week's activities, maybe something we're discovering for ourselves - but please tune in. We are so excited to have you with us on this journey, as you join us "in the midst."<br />
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Sarah<br />
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"The Lord your God is <b>in your midst</b>, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing." Zephaniah 3:17</blockquote>
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