Tuesday, September 14, 2010
BAHHH
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
FIRST DAY AT SCCC
Monday, September 6, 2010
hi. hey.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
hoax...
Monday, August 30, 2010
WELL HOWDY DOO.
Friday, August 20, 2010
What a lovely
Monday, July 26, 2010
Ah yes, I am fully aware
I KNOW! A month left and the summer is over? How did this happen? What happened to July? Heck, where did JUNE go? Everything's been going so fast, probably because I've been going non stop pretty much since May. After the hurry of graduation and gradution party, then there was Creation to plan.
I never follow up posted about Creation, but like that's really necessary, because we all know what I would say. IT WAS AWESOME. Well, slightly less awesome because of how far away our campsite was from the main stage and merch tents, but they had periodic shuttles for that. I got to see all the bands I love, and discovered some new ones like The Letter Black, and Brian 'Head' Welch. Autographs and merch galore.
Less than two weeks after returning from Creation, I set off for Washington, DC for the Eagle Forum Collegiates Conference. That was incredibly educational, and also the perks of being in DC were good too. The link to Friday's conference can be found here. The first speaker is Hannah Giles, who helped bring down ACORN. If you fast forward to the Q&A after her speech, you can hear that I asked the only question she could not answer.
And this weekend I will be leaving for Outerbanks with my lovely *eh* extended family. We'll see how that goes...possibly some posting while I'm down there since I'll have so much time on my hands.
And so we go.
Monday, June 28, 2010
OMG CREATION!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I'm a Graduated Graduate!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Luke 14 Fair
On May 8th, the youth group of Sparta Evangelical Free Church will be hosting a fair for individuals of all ages with disabilities. The event will be led and organized by the youth group, and have booths and stands powered by volunteers from the church. It is the goal of the youth group to reach out to those who are looked at by the world as being less than someone who is considered ‘normal’, and love them even though they may not be able to give anything back in return.
The concept of this fair was a dream of a girl named Rachel Kuiken. She has had a heart for those with special needs, and desired to hold an event to show her own appreciation for those who are rarely recognized.
The fair will be held from 10AM to 2PM on May 8th. Those of all ages with disabilities and their families are invited to attend to enjoy a day of games and skits.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
New location
Thursday, March 25, 2010
anotherrrr essay
Anyway. Here it is. And I'll keep everyone posted on what kind of a grade I get on it. I wrote it today because I thought it was due tonight...but it's not until next week. Go figure. At least I have it done though. OK. I'll stop rambling and post the darn thing.
bee tee dubs....it's longer than the last one. Sorryyyy. Read anyway [:
The Dysfunctional Family
What is a dysfunctional family? There are many definitions, from absent parents to abusive siblings to chemical addictions to money problems to eating disorders. For now though, we will focus on the one that stems from chemical addiction. This could be prominent in any member of the family, but shows most of its effects when it is taken up by the head of the household. Picture a family: a father and mother, an oldest son, two daughters, then another son.
The father is an alcoholic. The reason for this can be accredited to a compilation of things. He began at a young age to drink socially, to fit in with his peers. As he got older, he still drank socially, but also used alcohol as a way to regulate the way he felt, and as time went on, to erase his feelings altogether when he could not bear them. He was not that far gone yet, though. He married a lovely woman, and produced a family of four children. However, his alcohol dependency was still evident. He would drink on weekends, and almost every other night of the week as well. This did not affect his job, generally, and he mostly led a normal life. Normal to the outside maybe, but his family will see otherwise.
The alcoholic’s wife is greatly affected by her husband’s addiction. As his alcohol problem worsens, and he is working less, she is forced to work a job to help pay the bills, which gives her less time with her children, and we will see soon how that will affect each of them. The wife, and mother, is forced into the role of the bill payer, and she frequently supports her husband’s alcoholism in ways not to her knowledge. As she works to keep the family afloat, she gives him less of a reason to do that very same thing and he sinks farther into his compulsion. Also, she covers up his habits by trying hard to make their family appear normal, and hiding the mistakes he makes. She will pick him up when he is out drunk, and bail him out of jail, so furthering his problem. He has no need to face his addiction or make a change, because his wife enables him to be how he is.
The first born son of the family has a hard life. He sees how his father’s addiction has taken hold of his life, and he determines to be nothing at all like him. He strives in school to achieve good grades, and he is one of the better athletes on his sports team. He is always winning awards, and being commended by those around him. He does this because he is seeking the affirmation he will not get at home from his father, who is too busy drinking, and his mother, who is too busy enabling her husband’s drinking. The son even falls into enabling his father’s addiction as well, by also bailing him out when his addiction has gotten him into trouble.
The oldest daughter has some of her brother’s characteristics, as well as her mother’s. She strives for approval, but cannot do too well in school, as she is stuck at home most of the time taking care of the house while her mother works. She becomes the primary caregiver while her mother is busy, and is deprived of her childhood. She does not have time for games, or friends, or her own life. She feels slighted because she spends her life doing what should be someone else’s job, and wishes for recognition, but is uncomfortable when she receives it.
The second daughter is much different from her sister. She is not strong and able to take care of a family. Instead she puts on a feeble front, and seeks attention from males, since she does not get any from her father. She is used and abused by most that pass her by, because she is too quick to accept anyone who will give her a kind word. She steadily becomes more and more emotionally unstable.
The youngest child is the rebel of the family. He looks up at his two oldest siblings, and sees that he cannot amount to his brother, and could never handle what his sister does, so he goes for the exact opposite. He hangs out with the wrong crowd, and experiments with drugs and alcohol. He is failing in school, does not do anything productive, and constantly needles at his siblings, causing strife for attention. While he is doing all this, he puts on a joking front in public. He is always the one laughing, or being laughed at, and he is ok with that. It is his safeguard because it is acceptance without having to let someone in too deep. On the outside, he is a joker, but on the inside, he is depressed.
Every single member of the family is drastically affected by one person’s chemical addiction, and not only in their lives outside of the home. When they are home together, everyone is constantly aware of the father’s mood. Anything could pique his temper and cause a fit of rage, and that could send the whole family reeling with fear. They tiptoe around him, and their relationships with each other fail because they are always concerned with what his reaction may to be to something as simple as someone singing through the house, or playing video games too loud, or running up the stairs. The second daughter now has a child, and the older daughter must take care of her. The older girl wishes she could run away but could not bear to leave her family because she knows they would not get by without her. The mother does not force her husband to face his situation because she is afraid of him, and thinks it better to just handle the household by herself.
Though the father looks at his own addiction and sees it as a letdown to himself, he fails to realize how much it affects his family. He does not see that he is pushing his wife to leave her family to work in his place. He does not see his oldest son working for approval because he will not get his father’s. He does not see his one daughter taking care of the home, or his other one being abused as she searches for love and admiration that she will not find from the one who she should first seek it from. He does not see his youngest son following him down the same path. He is oblivious, because he only looks at himself.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
last post..
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
kinda scaryy..
This past weekend I had the privilege to go away to Camp of the Woods with my youth group. It was a long awaited trip, and I have gone every year since I was a sophomore. Not one of those trips changed me the way this one did, and I was not the only one who felt that way.
We left around 6 o’clock on Friday evening. It was a long, grueling, noisy ride in a fifteen passenger van full of excited high school kids all eagerly anticipating the fun ahead of us. The four hour drive somehow turned into a six hour drive and we barely arrived at the camp before midnight. At that point I was dreading the session I knew we would have to sit through before we could finally go to sleep.
One of the leaders, Will, stood up front to talk to us. He explained how the weekend was going to go, what the rules were, and then he told us what he was going to be speaking on the following morning. He had prepared a lesson on the doctrine of Total Depravity, which is the principle of being absolutely nothing without Jesus Christ’s intercession for us. He explained how we were basically like dirt under the feet of a Holy God, and then he said “Does that sound bad? Tomorrow it will sound worse.” I was scared to hear the words I knew were true of my heart. The next morning I dreaded his talk. He laid it all out on the table the way I knew it was. I was disgusted at my own ways, and how incredibly inadequate I was compared to the perfection of God.
Will’s lesson would have been powerful enough in itself, but being the person he was, he went further to add an example. He walked over to a woman named Leanna. It is well known to everyone in the youth group that Leanna is an amazing artist, and devotes her life to her creations. He asked to borrow her sketchbook, and flipped through it to a beautiful drawing of a dragon. He brought it to the front of the room and began to scribble over it with pen. He perverted and destroyed her artwork, and as if that was not enough, he tore it to pieces in front of our very eyes. The shock in the room was thick. “That is what you do to God’s perfect design EVERY DAY! You’re all perverts” Will exclaimed harshly. I cast my eyes to the ground as I saw my fault signified perfectly in Will’s example. I was ashamed. I could feel the mortification radiating from my body.
Yet from the ashes of my pride that was destroyed by the lesson Will communicated so well, I was gently reminded of the grace of God towards a person like me. The patience He demonstrated with every mistake I made from the second I turned my life over to Him on November 21st, 2001. The beauty He could see in me, the plans He had for my life, the value I now had—all were a result of His mercy.
A few nights later, our group gathered again to discuss the events and teachings of the week. There were many questions and observations of all the sessions, but feedback was given most to Will’s message on our depravity. While many of the group, including myself, had complex examinations of the concept and our feelings about it, the whole was brought together in a simple inquiry from the boy sitting next to me.
“Why did he die for us?”
A lump caught in my throat as I thought of it. Why on earth would perfection in human form come down to this horrid earth to die a cruel and mocked death for someone like me? What could I ever do to earn that, or to deserve it? I searched and found no answer, because there is no explanation for it. I was not worthy, yet he found worth in me simply because I asked for salvation.
Our pastor, Matt, asked us all to bow our heads and close our eyes. After every eye was shut, he asked the group to dig deep in our hearts, and if we were to die tonight, would we be spending eternity in heaven, or in hell. I was sure in my heart that I belonged to my Heavenly Father. But I could not be sure of anyone else. After a few minutes, Matt requested that everyone with their head raised would come to the front of the room. I could not resist looking up, and the tears began to fall when I saw my friends, Josh, Becky, Adam, and Sam, standing up front before the cross.
They each dedicated their lives to Jesus that day. My heart was ready to burst when I realized that these friends and I would be living together in paradise for all of eternity together. We were brothers and sisters now.