I have half a mind just to say "to heck with it" and stop this silly game of online book tag, but in the interest of being a good sport, here it goes.
1. One book that changed your life: A Basic Guide to Interpreting the Bible by R.H. Stein (Taught me what a life time of Sunday School failed to.)
2. One book that you’ve read more than once: Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis (By far his most underappreciated work).
3. One book I’d want on a desert island: A journal, to keep from going insane,
4. One book that made me laugh: Catch 22 by Joseph Heller (though definately of questionable moral content).
5. One book that made me cry: Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson (specifically "I Had a Guinea Golden")
6. One book that you wish you had written: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
7. One book you wish had never been written: The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares (I was really bored over the summer okay!)
8. One book that you are currently reading- The Three Mrs. Judsons by Arabella Stuart
9. One book that you’ve been meaning to read- John. G. Patton by John G. Patton
Okay I tag David Brandt and Amber Hunter!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Quizes
I don't mind bombing an occasional quiz. To demand perfection all the time is, well quite frankly, obnoxious. However bombing a quiz you thought you had done well on... that stings.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Depravity
I ran into my acid-eating friend Michael again yesterday- exactly one week after I met him for the first time. This time it was at work, as he wandered into Mom's Music, stumbling around in a drug-induced haze, laughing hysterically at bizarre hallucinations (he atempted to describe them) seen only by himself.
It was a very difficult situation, as there were several families around with small kids who were quite frightened- and with good reason.
Drugs are such wretched things. Few things depict the depravity that abounds in our culture with more clarity.
It was a very difficult situation, as there were several families around with small kids who were quite frightened- and with good reason.
Drugs are such wretched things. Few things depict the depravity that abounds in our culture with more clarity.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Run Across Kentucky
Well I am now 8 miles into the "run across Kentucky" promotion at the SBTS Health and Recreation Center. However, the leader currently has some 76 miles already recorded (which is pretty digusting considering it's only like one week into it). However, I'm not giving up yet. After all, in the words of Homer Simpson, I believe there is still something called the swimsuit competition! And I better of not shaved my bikini zone for nothing.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Michael
Today was interesting.
I met guy named Michael in front of Wal-Mart, while i was hanging out on a park bench with James Losey, as my friend Peter sieg was inside, applying for a job. It was hard not to notice Michael, who pulled up on a worn-down bicyle- sporting a ball cap carelessly perched on his greasy head and a dirty 2XL T-shirt that was almost comical on his young, slendor frame. Most of the shoppers were doing their best to avoid Michael, which proved difficult since Michael took to cat-calling and heckling them. When there were no customers to harass, he would talk to himself in a very loud voice. Michael, who I had now already assumed to be homeless, approached James and myself and asked us to watch his bike for him, as he proceeded to go inside and shoplift his dinner.
After he returned, he sat next to James and me, on the ground, close enough that we could smell his stench. Very sarcastically, he asked me about my shirt, which had the Greek word doulos across the front. Moving off the bench and sitting next to him on ground, I explained to him that doulos meant "bondservant", and it refered to the fact that Christians are bondservants of Christ, going into some detail about the Jewish tradition behind it. Michael responded by making some nosensical statement that I couldn't quite make out.
Michael told me a little about his day. Evidently, he had been mugged downtown earlier, which is not uncommon for a homeless person to be robbed. We made small talk for a couple of more minutes, until I had to leave.
As I got up to leave, I stuck out my hand and told him it was nice meeting him. Michael was pretty taken back at first, almost frightened. It was almost like it took him a second to register what it meant. I imagine it had been a very long time since someone had shaken his hand.
It's a strange thing to be reminded you're human.
Post Script: If you consider yourself a Christian, please pray for Michael.
I met guy named Michael in front of Wal-Mart, while i was hanging out on a park bench with James Losey, as my friend Peter sieg was inside, applying for a job. It was hard not to notice Michael, who pulled up on a worn-down bicyle- sporting a ball cap carelessly perched on his greasy head and a dirty 2XL T-shirt that was almost comical on his young, slendor frame. Most of the shoppers were doing their best to avoid Michael, which proved difficult since Michael took to cat-calling and heckling them. When there were no customers to harass, he would talk to himself in a very loud voice. Michael, who I had now already assumed to be homeless, approached James and myself and asked us to watch his bike for him, as he proceeded to go inside and shoplift his dinner.
After he returned, he sat next to James and me, on the ground, close enough that we could smell his stench. Very sarcastically, he asked me about my shirt, which had the Greek word doulos across the front. Moving off the bench and sitting next to him on ground, I explained to him that doulos meant "bondservant", and it refered to the fact that Christians are bondservants of Christ, going into some detail about the Jewish tradition behind it. Michael responded by making some nosensical statement that I couldn't quite make out.
Michael told me a little about his day. Evidently, he had been mugged downtown earlier, which is not uncommon for a homeless person to be robbed. We made small talk for a couple of more minutes, until I had to leave.
As I got up to leave, I stuck out my hand and told him it was nice meeting him. Michael was pretty taken back at first, almost frightened. It was almost like it took him a second to register what it meant. I imagine it had been a very long time since someone had shaken his hand.
It's a strange thing to be reminded you're human.
Post Script: If you consider yourself a Christian, please pray for Michael.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Swimming
I went for a swim today with Ben Smith, who quite possibly could be part amphibean. He adamantly denied it of course, but I'm pretty sure he has gills or something. Either way, he certainly is a faster swimmer than me, but hey, how am I suppose to compete with a mutant? It's not exactly fair.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Sophomore
It's official, Boyce College is trying to kill me. Well, more accurately, the course work for all of my classes is... Okay, Okay I'm probably not going to die, but I won't be getting alot of sleep either. Oh well. In the words of Dr. Mohler (spoken to my brother, who was lamenting a similar work schedule), "You signed up for it."
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Internet Access
I'm soo ready to have regular internet access again... I feel sorry for my blog- it's been neglected for far too long now.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
It's my last Sunday in Overgaard, well for the summer anyway, and it's just about time to go to church.
The concert went well at Kopi~O last night. Very good turn out, and Tad's and Amber's sets were as brilliant as ever. Highlight's of the evening include Tad covering Johnny Cash covering Sting on "I Hung my Head" and of course Miss Hunter's very popular "Train Song".
After the show, Sean Dietrich brought over his Dance Dance Revolution pads to my house and the whole crew danced the night away (well, kind of).
Anyway, It's time I was off to church.
The concert went well at Kopi~O last night. Very good turn out, and Tad's and Amber's sets were as brilliant as ever. Highlight's of the evening include Tad covering Johnny Cash covering Sting on "I Hung my Head" and of course Miss Hunter's very popular "Train Song".
After the show, Sean Dietrich brought over his Dance Dance Revolution pads to my house and the whole crew danced the night away (well, kind of).
Anyway, It's time I was off to church.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Back in the USSR
First day back home, and in true Michael Butterworth fashion, I worked both of my jobs. The tips were good though, so it was worth it.
In just one week I'll be back in Kentucky, exciting and a little strange at the same time. It seems I was finally just getting the hang of being home again. But still this semester is going to be fan-tastic.
There will be another concert at Kopi~O (which will soon be renamed the considerably less confusing Mountain Java Cafe) this Saturday- again featuring Tad Klein, Amber Hunter, and myself. Definately worth stopping by if you are in the area.
In just one week I'll be back in Kentucky, exciting and a little strange at the same time. It seems I was finally just getting the hang of being home again. But still this semester is going to be fan-tastic.
There will be another concert at Kopi~O (which will soon be renamed the considerably less confusing Mountain Java Cafe) this Saturday- again featuring Tad Klein, Amber Hunter, and myself. Definately worth stopping by if you are in the area.
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