Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I am Canadian
I am Canadian but that is not something I am proud of. Todays average Canadian or thought by other countries is a Hockey loving Igloo living drinking person who says EH all the time. what kind of life is that. when I say I am a Canadian I am saying is I am going for what one should be, by the grace of God. I want to walk down the street without having to hide my eyes from all the wickedness, I want to walk and not see a bar or club. I want to listen to the music on the radio without hearing rock, pop, rap, jazz, heavy medal, fake christian music, trashy in the dumps country music. I want to go online without having to be careful at every site for pop-ups. I want to look at someone and know I will see them again someday not in pain but joy. When I think of all those people giving there heart out to God I say to myself. WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OUT THERE TALK TO ANYONE, ANYONE JOSEPH. your friends, the strangers, the neighbours, the hockey coach, the worker, the druggy, the drunk. Why do I stay here and sit. Why don't the kids in services hear the word. They sit under teaching of God there WHOLE lives why are they leaving why are they dieing without help. Sin has ruined us. In everything we do in every thought we have. We are to comfortable in our rooms, and places when there is Souls TO BE WON. Oh that God will send revival, Oh that we as youth wake up, Oh that I may not just talk and write but mean it and do it myself, that I might follow someone as they follow Christ. and if not then take the stand myself to speak to this lazy Canada we live in.
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wow, thats exactly what i think about myself a lot. except the Canadian part, i am not a Canadian yet. i feel like a lazy bum a lot and i pass up so many opportunities to witness and than i have to give myself a mental kick, and than try again.
I think all of our youth have that somewhat. thats one of the reasons I put this on here.
it was like while we were on our way to snow camp and we stopped at the gas station. And giovanni said look at that, joseph didnt witness to that person. and in my mind i thought, come on, just some random guy walking into a store? and then i (re)realized at snow camp that we should be thinking, there goes some random guy, but oh does he know my Savior? Where will he be for eternity?
Josiah I think each of us youth have that very thought come in first and it ruins the chance. If I feel bad after a day, I normally know why.
Tonight at the nursing home Elijah was sitting there and he says to me that he bets Jospeh will come. I said I doubt it, he hardly ever comes, Elijah says that Joseph said he was hoping to come. I said that I have heard that one before and that i bet he wont come. Elijah didn't believe me, but I just love being right.
Joseph, look up Crown Him With Many Crowns, I would like to know how many verses there are to that song. Please.
Thank you for that *nice* words about that I don't come very often. I do come and I just got back from work all tired and also when I do go I normally don't see you guys so, stop pointing. And I yes I will put that song on here.
Zorg hangs her head in shame...
NOT. She did sheepishly chuckle.
Usually, if only one or two people from here go, she's one of them. I'm bad about not going. I hope to go more and really encourage the whole gang to come.
sorry joseph.
Apology taken and forgiven, and yes Sarah I know I haven't been coming as often, ever since work I haven't been doing a lot of things. As well as I'm not around my friends as much which is ok because we are still friends but I'm not hanging with them as much so I'm not around the words and such.
thanks
that wasn't the nicest comment so you could delete it if you want.
Sarah it did hurt but now it doesn't matter even if I remove it then it will only make other people wonder what it was about this way anyone can see how we fixed it and why. And your my friend, so why wouldn't I forgive you.
i hate it when i make a stupid comment like that, one time i made some remark to my mom one time and i will never forget that hurt look on her face. i guess someday i will learn to think before i write or speak.
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