So I had an empty afternoon to fill up and figured that I might as well learn some basic video-editing (stress on basic) and put together a vlog for all of you. It’s probably not something that I will ever want to do again. After you watch it, you’ll understand why. This one’s dedicated to Miss Hannah Williams.
Let me start off by telling you what this post won’t be. It won’t be content-free self-congratulatory patriotism. If that’s what you’re looking for, there are millions of places you could go for it on today of all days. This won’t be a blind endorsement of the American actions that led up to 9/11 or the response, nor will a ringing condemnation. Here, I am going to try to present the truth in a simple abbreviated form– free from the strong emotional response that this topic seems to bring out in every single inhabitant of this Earth. Read the rest of this entry
There is nothing more beautiful to me than a well-written story. Read the rest of this entry
(I wanted to make the title, “How my Happiness was Snatched from my Grasp and Thrown out the Window of a Moving Vehicle,” but it was a bit too long.)
Recently my brother, Tim, wrote a blog post about an adventure we had together. He seemed to think that it was a happy and fun time, and it might have been for him. But while he was enjoying himself, I was experiencing the most sad moment of my life. Here’s my side of the story. Read the rest of this entry
“Why do I worry?” That was the question the man asked himself each time he found himself like this. From all logical frames of reference it didn’t make sense. Here, though, he felt at peace. Here he felt safe. Read the rest of this entry
The South is different from the Midwest. Yes, I understand how obvious that sounds, but why is Alabama part of the same nation as Michigan when Quebec isn’t? Maybe the South had it right when they tried to secede. It would have resulted in two nations with much more homogenous cultures.
Maybe these differences make us stronger somehow; I don’t know. All I know is that I have the urge to go throttle baby bunnies every time I hear somebody say, “y’all.” “Ain’t” is even worse. That word makes me want to throttle baby dragons, too. Read the rest of this entry
How is one supposed to choose a church? I know, I know: the primary consideration should be doctrine but then what? It seems somehow wrong to base a decision that could have such a huge impact on your future life and plans on something as trivial as the style of music they play. That’s what most people choose their church because of, but I don’t want that to be me. Read the rest of this entry