Lemon Saffron Soup.

•June 14, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I was hanging out with Sami, and Decided to cook. I started off with:

A strong chicken stock (faked with bouillon)

A good bit of Chicken (boneless skinless)

A pinch of saffron strands (spanish)

8 or so lemons (medium sized)

Dill (I used dried, it’d be delish with fresh.)

2 med. sized onions (chopped w/ slapchop)

1 bag of egg noodles (large)

Pepper (The black kind)

Garlic (5 or so cloves and a good tablespoon of garlic powder)

I precooked the chicken, and then boiled all the ingredients together in a big pot!


Thanks for hanging out with me Samster.


Chew on this.

•June 13, 2009 • Leave a Comment

For some reason it won’t let me post the video!
Step 1: Click this link! http://www.soulpancake.com/view_post/345747/where-was-god-on-911.html

Step 2: Watch the video.

Step 3: Discuss!


•June 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

If you are willing to be a bad Christian, you are ready to be a true Christian. If you insist on being a good Christian, you will never get on your way to experiencing a real life of faith. The pursuit to be a good Christian is an illegitimate quest.You must be a bad Christian or no Christian at all.

All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away (Isaiah 64:6).

When we set out to follow Christ, sometimes we expect to look like a champion marathoner. We envision ourselves running steadily on a dirt path through a beautiful amber canyon at dawn, a bird chirping while a gentle wind conveniently nudges us forward. But as many of us have already experienced, there is a gap between the ideal and the actualbetween fantasy Christianity and real Christianity. Instead of running like a champion, we run like a college freshman making a mad dash for the campus shuttle that is pulling away from the curb. Complete with spilled coffee on our shirt, heavy backpack slugged over one shoulder and arms flailing, we yell, Wait!

And you wonder: Am I going to be a rookie-Christian forever?

The short answer is: Yes. When we recognize Jesus Christas the only “expert” Christian, we will realize that even the best we can offer is not so hot. Nobody has it together. Not Billy Graham, not Charles Spurgeon, not R.C. Sproul, not even Mr. Mere Christianity himself, C.S. Lewis. Only Jesus had it together. No believer will ever “arrive” at the apex of discipleship; only Jesus arrived. On the spectrum of Christ-likeness, every one of us will (for the rest of our lives) have to settle somewhere in between total success and total failure.

I find being a rookie-Christian repulsive, and yet … strangely attractive. Rookies are amateurs, goof-ups, and beginners, immature and inexperienced. These are not words I would choose to describe the kind of person Iaspire to be. In fact, these are words I would use to describe a bad Christian. There is nothinginitially appealing about being a rookie; that is, until you consider the qualifications required to be a “good Christian. Think of it. To be considered a good Christian, youd have to think all the right thoughts, say all the right words, do all the right things and have all the right motivations all the time. Basically, you’d have to be Jesus. If that attempt isnt a slow and painful death, then I dont know what is! And yet, so often I place this heavy yoke of being a good Christian on myself. So often, in my efforts to be a faithful, worthy disciple, I end up killing myself. Because in order to be good, holy, upright and blameless, I have to resist my humanity, deny my limitations and suppress my fears. On top of that, I have to feed a secret desire to be like God. Having it “together” comes at a high, yet impossible price.

God loves rookies. God loves those who stumble toward Him. The beauty of the Gospel is this: We do not have to be Jesus. But we do have to be His disciples: imperfect, fallible, selfish and sinful, yet deeply loved, always accepted and ever changing to be more like Christ. We do not have to get over our weaknesses; we only have to get used to them. My pastor once said, We live and minister out of weakness. Every time I remember this, I breathe a sigh of relief. Christian growth is not turning every one of our weaknesses into strengths, but learning how to live with our weaknesses (I said weaknesses, not sins.) If we want to be a strong Christian, we must learn how to be a weak person: dependent as a branch, malleable as a heap of clay, needy as a baby. When we realize that we bring nothing to our relationship with God except a broken heart and contrite spirit, it is then we will experience Gods grace to be sufficient, and Gods love to be unfailing. Paul understood this, saying, For when I am weak, then I am strong (2 Corinthians 12:10).

We should be grateful that God never asks us to “get it together.” He only asks us to admit our need for the One who had it together and allow Him to represent and change us. Believe it or not, God is content with our needs and our shortcomings. He proved this by choosing to die for us when we were in our worst (but also our truest) condition while we were sinners. Chances are, you are still a sinner. And the last time I checked, I’m still one, too.

Webcams are fun!

•May 20, 2009 • 1 Comment

Sorry I haven’t blogged lately….

•May 20, 2009 • Leave a Comment

….working on a new format hopefully. We’ll see if it’s viable or not.

•May 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

By Dana Candler from her book “Deep Unto Deep – The Journey of His Embrace”

Hope. For me it is a painful reality. Perhaps, my dearest friend in this season. For I am indeed a prisoner of hope. Yet hope does not always come dressed in celebration clothes of happy attire. Just when I am about to settle into a dreary, yet comfortable place of unbelief, hope returns to take away every ounce of my fictitious rest, and I am once again caught up in a place of desperately crying out for the promises of God. Without hope, I could abandon every promise forgetfully behind me. But hope anchors me to a realm unseen. Hope continually draws me upward while every accusation pulls me down toward the darkness of this prison. If it were not for a living hope, I could hang pictures on these prison walls and make it my home forever. But hope keeps me ever rattling at the door. Hope keeps me crying out for what my eyes cannot see and my mind can rarely imagine. I hope for my release. I hope in a delivering God that sets the captives free. I hope in a God who created seasons that are every changing. Will He not also change this season of mine?

In my pain, some might think, I have lost my hope. Really, it is hope that keeps my heart alive. My pain is proof that my heart has not yet died. Within these prison walls, one still cries, one still weeps, one still cries out for release. One is still alive. It is my only option. To live satisfied in this prison would be to live as though dead. To become accustomed to this silence and adapt to these walls would be to live a hopeless life. I am a prisoner of hope. Hope gives me eyes into the outer world…..into the world beyond….the unseen realm. Hope keeps me alive.

I am a prisoner of hope. In this prison, I am kept alive because of a living hope. Everyday I search my horizon for any sign of my Beloved. Yes, there are days when that hope wears bright eyes and a smile; but most days it wears a gnawing ache and many tears. Yet always it keeps my heart alive–never rattling at the door, ever crying out for deliverance. Hope, my companion. Hope, my friend. Hope…ever keeping my heart alive.

Friday Five.

•May 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

1. If you could live in any period in history other than now, when would it be?

Definitely the 80’s. It was the cusp of the computer age, the music was amazing, and the girls had big hair. What more could you want?
2. What knowledge or skills do you think you’d have to learn to be able to fit in your chosen period of history?

Nothing I don’t know already. Maybe how to fit into that tight of jeans.
3. If you could take just one thing from the modern world back with you, what would it be?

My laptop. Blow their minds.

4. What period in history would you hate to have lived in?

The Middle Ages. The mortality rate was staggering, disease was rampant, and there were alot of bloody wars. No thanks.

5. What thing from the past would you like to see make a comeback?

Thos Pogo Ball things from when I was a kid. That or chivalry.