Sunday, February 26, 2006

the men that don't fit in part 1 and 2

The Men that Don’t Fit In

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.

By Robert Service

The Men That Don’t Fit In: Part 2

Now the Gypsy men who don’t fit in
Many say are fools.
By the world’s standards they never win
They just don’t have the tools.
But theirs is a depth that’s high above
A depth that can’t be touched
By the mediocrity that many love
That doesn’t amount to much.

Their goal is not their own vain rest
After years of meaningless toil.
They’re not content to be the best
At bowing to earthly soil.
They say, “Keep your trophys and trinkets too,
I don’t even want your money.”
Their soul’s desire goes deeper than you
Even though you think they’re funny.

They want Him and what He desires
They’ll join a bigger war
They possess His strength and He never tires
That’s who these men were made for.
Their bodies fade and their hearts grow strong
And their lives appear futile
But deep inside you’ve known all along
Their impact will last awhile.

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood
And they don’t know how to rest
In fact theirs is the blessing of His blood
And they’ll never fail the test.
These souls won’t rest ‘til they rest in Him
And He’s not back and they’re not through.
So these are the men who don’t fit in
And now we invite you too.

Give up your lame and selfish way
And live for something more
‘Cause in the end you don’t want to say,
“I’ve lost all that I’ve stored.”
Don’t despair, oh pathetic man
Put away self-serving sin
Embrace the cross and join our clan
Of men who won’t fit in.

By Ben Deaver

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Monday, February 20, 2006

Sunday, February 19, 2006

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Sushi Party Part II

We had a second sushi party Saturday evening the 18th of February. The first was last semester. I believe you can see that picture on this blog as well. As for the sushi party part 2 we had about 70 people from all over the world join us for some great sushi. The countries represented were Japan, China, Taiwan, Malaysia, India, Saudi Arabia, Honduras, Ecuador, and the U.S. The purpose was to foster a community between International students and American students. Hopefully many friendships were formed and strengthened.

Of course anyone who becomes a friend of mine will soon discover my main passion. I had the opportunity to sing about my passion at our little party. Jesus Christ is my passion. I know many people are resistant to hearing about Jesus and why He's important. However, if anyone cares about me and what I care about then they will care to hear about this too. Many people are sensitive to people trying to shove religion down their throat. I think I'm more sensitive to people not sharing with me what they really think and believe. For me to be genuine in friendship means that I will share with my friend my love for Jesus Christ and why I have that love.

If there are any questions or comments please let me know. Let's put away shallow relating and begin talking about what's important to us. Thanks for reading.

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

heavy heart

I know my heart is really only the size of my fist but it feels much heavier than that today. Sometimes it feels like I have an football in my chest or something. Many things seem to affect how the weight my heart is. Today it is many things.

First, I still don't know what I'm going to do after May. Should I teach, should I work at a church as a music guy, should I work at a coffee shop so we can open one up later? I just don't know yet. (If anyone thinks they have a great option for me, please let me know.) It seems that I would like to take a step away from the collegiate ministry scene for awhile. You can ask me about that if you would like...

Second, financial anxiety...enough on that.

Thirdly, relationships tend to weigh on me. When I feel like sticking up for a friend who I believe is somewhat being abused by another friend, my heart gets heavy. When I feel like a friend isn't being listened to or I feel like I'm not really being listened to then I feel the weight of that. More and more I realize how important it is to be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger (James 1:19-20). I'm yearning for the living out of brotherly love, genuine love, love that does not insist on its own way, basically the biblical descriptions of love, esp. in Romans 12:9-21 and 1 Corinthians 13. I want to love like that and be loved like that. At least that is what I want to pursue.

Fourthly, there seem to be many people around me that enjoy spending time with me. But it is difficult to hold out the word of life to them. I want to know how best to answer each person. I want speech that is gracious, seasoned with salt (Colossians 4:6). I want none of my words to fall to the ground, like the Lord did with Samuel's words (1 Samuel 3:19). I desire to see people experience life, true life in Christ. I'm on my knees asking for wisdom.

It feels good to get that weight off my chest so to speak. It doesn't decrease the weight but maybe a fellow brother or sister will come along and help me bear the weight. Thanks for reading...

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Quarter of a Century

I am 25 years old as of January 26, 2006. My body is taking this thing pretty hard (not really but it seemed like the thing to say). As you can see in this picture of me at Carlos O'Kelly's getting ready to eat my free, birthday fried ice cream, I'm excited. I think a man's search for significance leads him to ask if what he's doing and has done has been worthwhile. When I ask that question of myself I see God's faithful hand in and through my life. However, when I look to the future, I begin to become anxious wondering what the next 25 years will bring. It's interesting that I still get anxious even after quoting Philippians 4:6-7 to myself for more than a decade. This is a riddle I must solve. At any rate, I am presently trying to not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, to present my requests to God. Now I'm waiting for the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, to guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus...

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Going Global

Maris and I want to live overseas eventually. There's no secret about this. It seems though that in many ways I've already gone global. I've had the opportunity to meet many students from all over the world. Here are just a few off the top of my head. Jitsuya, Cholo, Bo, Daiki, Wataru, Haruki, Daichi, Yuko, Yuka, Yuuki, Yui, etc., etc. from Japan. Mansour, Ahmad, Ahmad, Abdula, Abdula, Matie, Haani, Saud, etc. from Saudi Arabia. Praveen from India. Sheng and Hongwang from China. Ayse from Turkey. You get the point. Needless to say, I have learned an incredible amount from my friends worldwide.