This month has been amazing! God has blessed me with my passport, excellent grades, great friends, health, and now a job! I applied for so many places and finally I got the job at a dining court that I always eat at. Now most people I tell this too automatically have to say "It's gonna suck." No persuasion allowed.
Not true.
Here's my take on it:
I can either have fun in college, do homework, get a job... or drop out, be homeless, and eat out of the garbage. That may seem extreme... but it seems like something I would deserve if I ever thought to complain about a job again. I've been praying for a job for a little while now and God blessed me with my last choice.
God isn't asking me to go free slaves in the desert [like Moses]... he just wants me to take this job.
So why would I ever dare to complain about being hired in a dining court when some people my age couldn't even afford college at all; especially the one I'm attending.
At this point in my life, I wouldn't mind cleaning toilets either. A job is a job and in order for me to continue my education at this place, go to Guatemala in May, and still have money for extra stuff, I'm going to need some form of income.
I asked God to humble me and he has been; slowly but definitely. I can't wait to start my job to prove my old self wrong; I'm gonna love this place, patience and understanding is key!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
John 3:16
I had to write a sonnet for my Intro to Poetry class and I thought... "what better way to express my love for God in every way possible than to incorporate Him into my homework?"
So I named the poem John Three Sixteen, because that is the core of it.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life." - John 3:16
John Three Sixteen
Oh Crap. She sinned again. She ran out of
Pureness, she wasted that one chance of faith.
Forget about heaven, the God above.
Hell has opened up; she's through. Yet the wraith
Of that dark past was falsehood. Age-old laws
Have claimed: For God so loved the world; He gave
His all for man. She can bereave her flaws
There is deliverance for all who crave
It is as he wanted. She was pardoned, healed,
So loved, saved, clean. The benefits reaped when
Her all was traded; Yahweh's story sealed
Hers alone. Heaven is, was, and has been.
For as long as her faith stays active; she
Will have a home, a place of love from He.
So I named the poem John Three Sixteen, because that is the core of it.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life." - John 3:16
John Three Sixteen
Oh Crap. She sinned again. She ran out of
Pureness, she wasted that one chance of faith.
Forget about heaven, the God above.
Hell has opened up; she's through. Yet the wraith
Of that dark past was falsehood. Age-old laws
Have claimed: For God so loved the world; He gave
His all for man. She can bereave her flaws
There is deliverance for all who crave
It is as he wanted. She was pardoned, healed,
So loved, saved, clean. The benefits reaped when
Her all was traded; Yahweh's story sealed
Hers alone. Heaven is, was, and has been.
For as long as her faith stays active; she
Will have a home, a place of love from He.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Trip to Cincinnati
A group of about 30 of us took a trip to Cincinnati, Ohio to visit the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center. The museum was definitely a major eye opener; especially because there was so much more about slavery that I didn't know about: and definitely a ton of information that they don't put in textbooks.
When we first started the tour, one of the images that caught my attention on the wall were diagrams of muzzles that slave traders put on slaves for various reasons during capture and transportation. You would think that they were looking for dogs.
Near the end of the tour; we saw a replica of a KKK uniform; which looked as demonic as it was meant to. It really made me question: "What kind of hate do you have to have in your heart to even join that group?' I t made me feel really sorry for the KKK members. It's probably very stressful living a life of so much hate - especially when you're almost shunned in society today. And I only say that because I am no different from those KKK members; they sin with hate and murder and tormenting, and I tend to sin with lies.
On my way through the museum; I went to the third floor; where the Modern Day Slavery section was located. Though slavery of African Americans was a big deal; modern day slavery is what it is: today. I read so many heart-wrenching stories about women and men being forced into sex trafficking, domestic servitude, and other disturbing forms of slavery.
What scared me the most was definitely when I read a story about an entire family from Guatemala that was enslaved into farm work; the country I'll be visiting in three months.
This popular modern day trade seems like something that could be fixed through prayer and action. It's definitely something that I want to become active in putting a stop to and something that I feel like could be my true calling.
When we first started the tour, one of the images that caught my attention on the wall were diagrams of muzzles that slave traders put on slaves for various reasons during capture and transportation. You would think that they were looking for dogs.
Near the end of the tour; we saw a replica of a KKK uniform; which looked as demonic as it was meant to. It really made me question: "What kind of hate do you have to have in your heart to even join that group?' I t made me feel really sorry for the KKK members. It's probably very stressful living a life of so much hate - especially when you're almost shunned in society today. And I only say that because I am no different from those KKK members; they sin with hate and murder and tormenting, and I tend to sin with lies.
On my way through the museum; I went to the third floor; where the Modern Day Slavery section was located. Though slavery of African Americans was a big deal; modern day slavery is what it is: today. I read so many heart-wrenching stories about women and men being forced into sex trafficking, domestic servitude, and other disturbing forms of slavery.
What scared me the most was definitely when I read a story about an entire family from Guatemala that was enslaved into farm work; the country I'll be visiting in three months.
This popular modern day trade seems like something that could be fixed through prayer and action. It's definitely something that I want to become active in putting a stop to and something that I feel like could be my true calling.
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