This post is a little prose I am writing off the top of my head right now. Sometimes I just get that little urge to write something and it keeps nagging at me until I release is from its prison known as my mind. Enjoy!
As I walk along this abnormal path lined by empty strips of where places of business used to be and the butts of many cigarettes tossed there just like the life of the person who pressed that filthy thing to their lips, I can see it there in the distance, waiting for me to escape reality and enter its gates of wonder and imagination.
I reach the entrance and slowly creep up its marble stairs which gleamed as the sunbeams dashed upon them, unlike the broken, dirty, concrete I had just left behind. I glance straight up at its towering height and see above me branded upon its face the words "Lakewood Public Library." Those words translate in my mind to "The keys to an imagination's paradise."
Walking down the corridor, the walls are lined with pictures taken from the eyes of the very souls who live in this small city. They sort of greet you giving you one last look from many different views of this town before you escape into a world of your own. I turn left and begin walking down isles and isles of literature with bindings so flashy that the colors just overwhelm you.
One isle in particular has a brilliance of colors that it's nearly impossible to not remove a book from its home let alone pass the enter shelf completely. Beaches, buildings, jungles, wonders, city lights, and so much more advertise what the world has to offer. Italy, Belize, India, Fiji, France, Germany, New York City. All these names and more bombard your eyes, trying desperately to grab your attention. I lay my hand upon a shelf, ready to select my first adventure. But then slowly, I let my hand drop back to its side and pass through without even rescuing one book from its motionless state. What caused me not to see what a new land has to offer, what treasures were out there calling to me, what sensations my senses itched to discover? It's the fact that these books are not enough. I long to travel, to see the world. I've seen many pictures of the Statue of Liberty, the Roman Colosseum, the Grand Canyon, the Eiffel Tower, and even the Northern Lights. I've made lists upon lists of places I want to visit and researched countless times of what wonders are out there. But I've been disappointed before. So close on the edge of actually seeing those dreams fulfilled only to have them shattered like glass. Opening those treasure troves only makes me yearn even more for that adventure, yet leaves me empty knowing it will be along time before I have a chance to see such awe.
Leaving reality behind I come across an array of quests waiting to be conquered. Selecting a few, I retreat to a cozy chair a crack open the contents. All is quiet and peaceful, except for the occasional screaming of someone's bratty child who hasn't had a good spanking in a long time if even ever. I tone out the ear-bleeding cries and fall into an extraordinary rabbit hole that even Alice would be proud of.
I have once again been through a battle through the eyes of a navy seal, swung blades with a demon-possessed pirate thirsty for blood, rode on my trusty steed next to a king who's fame is even beyond him, and even learned about the world of tipping from Sin City to the Big Apple.
Suddenly the hands of my watch flash an undesirable hour and I realize I must come back to complete reality. I return the key to lands beyond my wildest imagination to its place, knowing that someone else will stumble upon its magic just as I had. I step out into the bright sunlight and a grin breaks my still complexion. Until next time my old friend.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
One-Eyed Jack
As promised, here is the first of my many pieces of work that will appear hear. Please feel free to critique it so I can perfect it. It's one of my personal favorites and the entire idea came to me by Timothy Miller placing a plastic spoon over his right eye...no joke. Enjoy!
One-Eyed Jack
By Josh Watkins
One-eyed Jack,
Scourge of the seven
seas.
The wind at his
command,
It bows below his
knees.
The blade on his
belt,
Clings firmly to his
side;
It deals menacing
blows,
While controlling a
battle’s tide.
His face bears many wounds,
Each pulsing with
hate;
Fear rules his foes’
hearts,
For death is their
ultimate fate.
Treasure is his lust,
Gold his only love.
Diamonds emblaze his
fingers,
Emeralds, his battle
glove.
There on the horizon,
A mighty ship he
spies.
Tis a Spanish galleon,
A vast and noble
prize.
The sea grows cold
and gray,
For blood is about to
be shed,
A deadly battle is
about to rage,
Soon to turn the once
blue waters red.
He hoists the Jolly
Roger
To the top of the
mast,
Sending the captain a
message,
This battle is to be
his last.
The captain turns his
vessel,
And opens the cannon
doors,
How he longs to be
fighting
Back on the English
moors.
“Be brave!” the
captain shouts
“This brigand we must
slay!
To his Maker he must
go;
For his evil deeds he
must pay!”
The captain could now
see Jack’s eye,
His cold and deadly
stare,
Neither man backed
down,
Both ready to face
the guns’ flare.
Jack grinded his
teeth,
The captain clenched
his fists,
“OPEN FIRE!” they
both yelled,
And the guns blazed
through the mist.
Iron balls tore
through the sky,
Splintering wood and
goring flesh,
Men lay dead in the
sea,
The decks are a
bloody mess.
The captain makes a daring charge,
Sailing within mere
feet,
Fearing not the
imminent danger,
One-eyed Jack he soon
shall meet.
The ships suddenly
collide,
With a splintering
crash.
Pirates board the
galleon,
Blades of cutlasses
flash.
The captain sees the
white of Jack’s eye,
And his menacing
grin.
His hand he places
upon his sword
Praying this isn’t a
sin.
The captain and Jack drew
their steel,
Clashing in a fiery
rage,
Bullets flew, men
fell,
Chaos filled the
stage.
The established
sea-men
Could not push back
the scum
They moved by the
will of demons,
Fueled by fire and
rum.
The captain was
losing,
Jack’s crew had him
beat.
Their future looked
grim,
There was no retreat.
Suddenly there was a
violent blast,
Two gapping holes
were made.
Both ships were
doomed,
A noble sailor’s debt
was paid.
Jack roared with
rage,
His eye became blood
red,
Seeing all that gold
Spilling onto the sea
bed.
The disturbed pirate
lost control,
Swinging wildly to
strike a blow.
But the captain
fought on,
Changing the battle’s
flow.
The pirates tried to
retreat,
But their sloop had
just sunk,
They were now like
rats
Trapped on a Chinese
junk.
Jack made a run for
the gold,
As his crew abandoned
ship,
He took a blade
across his back
And a bullet in his
hip.
“To the life boats!”
The captain yelled.
“Not one more soul
On this day shall be
felled!”
The captain drew his
pistol,
At Jack’s head he
aimed,
This pirate would
die,
Broken, wounded, and
maimed.
Jack laughed an evil
laugh,
And drew his cutlass
high,
He charged the
captain straight,
Ignoring the pain in
his thigh.
The pistol spewed
shots of death,
Two went low and two
went high,
One lead ball hit its
mark,
Right through Jack’s
good eye.
The smoke from the
burning hull
Clouded the once
clear air,
The captain abandoned
ship,
Waiting no longer did
he dare.
The survivors rowed
Out of harm’s way,
Thanking God that
they
Lived to fight
another day.
Another explosion
then rocked the sky,
Gold and debris
rained down,
Yet the body of
One-eyed Jack
Was nowhere to be
found.
Today as ships sail,
Not a sailor has the
lack,
To tell the legend
Of One-eyed Jack.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
The Labor Has Ended, But He Never Ends
So I made the decision that I want to keep this blog going. I may not have the time to frequently update it (like I had time before right?), but I will update it because I feel that sharing my life with those closest to me makes it more colorful and people do care enough to know what's going on (some too much that they tweet every two seconds...I boycott twitter). So this blog will live on and may not always be spiritual, but Jesus is always there no matter what.
So to start things off, I am back at CSU after taking a year off to participate in the 1 year Christian Internship and to put it this way...it's almost as if i never left. I'm an engineering major and the guys I met freshman year are in the same program as I am (CO-OP) so they still have a couple to a few years left. I'm right back at my old job working in the computer lab and it doesn't seem different at all. The only thing that has really changed is the mass migration of church friends to CSU. In the first two days I saw nearly all of them and thought it was cool that they are all here with me. I also have a goal for this semester and that is to talk to one person every day I'm on campus about Jesus.
I'll end this post with some of my writing. Y'all will be seeing spiritual and non-spiritual pieces of work appear here as parts of a post or an entire post. Some even from my earlier years of writing. I figure they've been sheltered from the public eye far to long. Disclaimer: some will be unedited and may not seem that good, but this is what comes from a creative mind of a child. Enjoy!
So to start things off, I am back at CSU after taking a year off to participate in the 1 year Christian Internship and to put it this way...it's almost as if i never left. I'm an engineering major and the guys I met freshman year are in the same program as I am (CO-OP) so they still have a couple to a few years left. I'm right back at my old job working in the computer lab and it doesn't seem different at all. The only thing that has really changed is the mass migration of church friends to CSU. In the first two days I saw nearly all of them and thought it was cool that they are all here with me. I also have a goal for this semester and that is to talk to one person every day I'm on campus about Jesus.
I'll end this post with some of my writing. Y'all will be seeing spiritual and non-spiritual pieces of work appear here as parts of a post or an entire post. Some even from my earlier years of writing. I figure they've been sheltered from the public eye far to long. Disclaimer: some will be unedited and may not seem that good, but this is what comes from a creative mind of a child. Enjoy!
There is a God
By Josh Watkins
Look upon the stars,
Gaze upon their
majestic beauty,
Their warming glow,
Their jubilant
glimmer,
And tell me there is
no God.
Listen to the ocean,
The waves crashing
upon the shore,
The songs of its
inhabitants,
The wind that moves
it,
And tell me there is
no God.
Smell the fragrance
of the rose,
The aroma of the lily,
The scent of the a
daisy,
The essence of a
tulip,
And tell me there is
no God.
Taste the fruits of
the earth,
The sweet honey
nectar made by the bees,
The fresh mango
plucked from a mango tree,
The sugar cane as it
sways in the wind,
And tell me there is
no God.
Touch the blades of
cool grass on the prairie,
The wetness of the
river,
The feathers of a
parrot,
The shape of a
diamond,
And tell me there is
no God.
Feel the texture of
my hand,
Listen to the sound
of my voice,
Look into my beating
heart,
And you will see that
God is real,
And forever more he shall be.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
They Call Me a Dreamer
Lately I've been thinking...I really haven't personalized this blog at all. So this post will be a personal post rather than an "update." The reason for this is that I have so much to share but to actually take the time to write/edit/publish it that I set it aside and forget. I will try my best to keep it going because I care about you guys and know you want to know what's going on in life.
Let's take a journey back to my childhood. Back then I had an amazing imagination and what some would call a dreamer. My world changed dramatically day by day. One day I would be a valiant warrior, attacking castle after castle, reducing their once awesome beauty to heaps of rubble, getting wounded time after time but never dying, always victorious. At the dawn of the next sun, I would have a tree house that looked normal from the outside, but from the inside it contained a mansion-esque interior, with hundreds of modern marvels not even created yet. There was even a lava pit in the center to get rid of all dross and refuse. My best friends were with me and we were in a constant battle to defend our turf from those yucky girls. Capturing them at will and taking over their tree houses.
By the turn of the moon, that scenery would fade and I would find myself in a total world war (I liked battles okay.) I was fully clad in an indestructible suit that was equipped with every weapon know to mankind and would take an entire army to even scratch it. I could fly from region to region, continent to continent, eliminating the bad guys all over...until I would be hit by a stray rocket and be blown to a land unknown. My navigation unit was broken and I had to find my way back to the ball, which was always a painstakingly long journey. Sometimes I also believed I was the greatest athlete in every sport. Pummeling the opponents and sometimes even recovering from a bad injury to help our team win it all.
Today, most of that part of me has faded. No more epic wars, no more putting girls in jail, and no more valiant heroes rising from the ashes. But the one part of me that still remains like a scar is that I'm still a dreamer.
All my life I've dreamed big, let my mind run wild with all the possibilities of things I want to do, places I want to see, people I want to meet, and moments I want to experience. Growing up in a large family hindered many of those dreams because of money and time. Don't get me wrong, my family is awesome and I love them dearly. I guess I can see that as a blessing in disguise. Because as a little kid, you just don't appreciate things as much as you do when you are older. I guess you could say it fuels my fire and drives me to see these dreams become reality.
My biggest dream right now is to see the world, especially Rome, Italy. I love to travel and everything about it. New lands, hidden paradises, strange culture, new faces, God and man created wonders, and so much more. I'm a go-getter. If the opportunity arises, I would pounce on it like a tiger in the grass. Also seeing as today is Independence Day, I would love to tour this great land. I've been west of the Mississippi once but was not even 2 years old so that memory I do not possess. Hopefully one day I will get to see it all.
There are many other things I dream about and sometimes I think that I've been dreaming about these things for so long that they may never happen, but one never knows. It's good to dream, to hope, to make dreams come true. They call me a dreamer.
Let's take a journey back to my childhood. Back then I had an amazing imagination and what some would call a dreamer. My world changed dramatically day by day. One day I would be a valiant warrior, attacking castle after castle, reducing their once awesome beauty to heaps of rubble, getting wounded time after time but never dying, always victorious. At the dawn of the next sun, I would have a tree house that looked normal from the outside, but from the inside it contained a mansion-esque interior, with hundreds of modern marvels not even created yet. There was even a lava pit in the center to get rid of all dross and refuse. My best friends were with me and we were in a constant battle to defend our turf from those yucky girls. Capturing them at will and taking over their tree houses.
By the turn of the moon, that scenery would fade and I would find myself in a total world war (I liked battles okay.) I was fully clad in an indestructible suit that was equipped with every weapon know to mankind and would take an entire army to even scratch it. I could fly from region to region, continent to continent, eliminating the bad guys all over...until I would be hit by a stray rocket and be blown to a land unknown. My navigation unit was broken and I had to find my way back to the ball, which was always a painstakingly long journey. Sometimes I also believed I was the greatest athlete in every sport. Pummeling the opponents and sometimes even recovering from a bad injury to help our team win it all.
Today, most of that part of me has faded. No more epic wars, no more putting girls in jail, and no more valiant heroes rising from the ashes. But the one part of me that still remains like a scar is that I'm still a dreamer.
All my life I've dreamed big, let my mind run wild with all the possibilities of things I want to do, places I want to see, people I want to meet, and moments I want to experience. Growing up in a large family hindered many of those dreams because of money and time. Don't get me wrong, my family is awesome and I love them dearly. I guess I can see that as a blessing in disguise. Because as a little kid, you just don't appreciate things as much as you do when you are older. I guess you could say it fuels my fire and drives me to see these dreams become reality.
My biggest dream right now is to see the world, especially Rome, Italy. I love to travel and everything about it. New lands, hidden paradises, strange culture, new faces, God and man created wonders, and so much more. I'm a go-getter. If the opportunity arises, I would pounce on it like a tiger in the grass. Also seeing as today is Independence Day, I would love to tour this great land. I've been west of the Mississippi once but was not even 2 years old so that memory I do not possess. Hopefully one day I will get to see it all.
There are many other things I dream about and sometimes I think that I've been dreaming about these things for so long that they may never happen, but one never knows. It's good to dream, to hope, to make dreams come true. They call me a dreamer.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Steel City and Gospel Blitz Week
April went out like a lamb but May came roaring in like a lion. My first adventure took place and a burgh of Pennsylvania know to some as the Steel City but to most as Pittsburgh. There we were able to see the young people there, play some disc, pool, ping-pong, go carpet skating (it's an interesting experience worth trying...google it), and enjoyed some Jesus. It was really good to leave Cleveland for a bit and spend time with other saints. I ended up driving a bunch of people back late Saturday night and then getting up early the next morning for the Church in Cleveland's Jubilee meeting.
I had about a day's rest before I was off again. My new destination was Hanover, PA, a small town that I grew up by. I went with Ian Konopinski, Peter Elhardt, Zane Biddle (another local), Sarah Watkins, Derek Schmalz, and Orion Fu. Corbin Moon from Hanover joined us as well. I was uber excited for this because people who I've told about where I grew up were actually coming with me to see it for their own and to evangelize it.
The first day started slowly because of the rain and school was still in session, but the highlight was talking to a young woman who didn't believe in God and wanted nothing to do with Him because she lost a lot of people in her life. In a last ditch effort to somehow put Jesus in her life, I asked her if I could leave her with the Bible that was in my hands. I thought I was going to get shot down and refused, but she took it right away, no hesitation. Not such a bad ending to a mediocre day.
Day 2 was a whole lot better because we ventured over to Gettysburg College where there were loads of people who had a diverse opinions and beliefs about why creation exists and how they got here. Surprisingly, the largest group of people we talked to were Catholic. There were a handful of decent conversations including one with an atheist who pulled other unsaved people into the conversation. I tried telling him about life after death and eternal salvation. He responded with "So you're doing this to get into heaven?" I didn't want him to think I was a Jehovah's Witness so I quickly responded with "No I'm doing this because God loves you and because I care about you and your eternal destination." He was at a loss for words and didn't try to argue that point further. There were two other guys he dragged into the conversation and we talked with them a little longer. Out of the three, I thought the atheist would be the least receptive, but like the day before, he was the only one who accepted a bible from me. We talked to a lot of people, had some good conversations, and spread Jesus to the point that multiple people had been talked to more than once about Jesus and ones who hadn't been talked to, heard about us.
Day 3, my team headed back to the Golden Mile (a mile of road packed with stores/restaurants/hotels/theaters...basically you can find whatever you want within that mile) and had a number of cool conversations with Christians. But the real highlight was we prayed with a guy named Brad for the Lord to be real to Him again and we got another guy thinking about where his life is headed. Corbin and I were asked to leave the Kohls parking lot after we tried preaching to the manager...Oh well. At least he was asked about his beliefs. Later that evening we had a live mobile band in Hanover Square. Ian played the guitar, Zane on the French Horn, Derek on the viola, and the rest of us with our voices. Some random stranger gave us an appreciating hug and people in cars were singing along or making requests. Once we were ready to call it a night, we raced over to a local ice cream place (Tropical Treat...so good and such nice people) and got there at 10:00pm...closing time. However, these kind-hearted people stayed open long enough to serve nine hungry people. Just one of the few things I miss about where I grew up.
Besides the gospel, we stayed at a dear sister's, name Sue, house. My family met in her house for 8+ years when we lived there. It was good to see her house filled again. We also had dinner at my Grandparent's and I hung out with my bud Joe D. who I've known since the age of four.
Zane, Peter, and my sister stayed an extra day and the Lord really shone on them, allowing people who were saved but didn't know it to realize it and had more amazing conversations throughout the day. Overall the trip went well and the Lord moved in Hanover. Hopefully, He will send someone to later reap where we sowed.
I had about a day's rest before I was off again. My new destination was Hanover, PA, a small town that I grew up by. I went with Ian Konopinski, Peter Elhardt, Zane Biddle (another local), Sarah Watkins, Derek Schmalz, and Orion Fu. Corbin Moon from Hanover joined us as well. I was uber excited for this because people who I've told about where I grew up were actually coming with me to see it for their own and to evangelize it.
The first day started slowly because of the rain and school was still in session, but the highlight was talking to a young woman who didn't believe in God and wanted nothing to do with Him because she lost a lot of people in her life. In a last ditch effort to somehow put Jesus in her life, I asked her if I could leave her with the Bible that was in my hands. I thought I was going to get shot down and refused, but she took it right away, no hesitation. Not such a bad ending to a mediocre day.
Day 2 was a whole lot better because we ventured over to Gettysburg College where there were loads of people who had a diverse opinions and beliefs about why creation exists and how they got here. Surprisingly, the largest group of people we talked to were Catholic. There were a handful of decent conversations including one with an atheist who pulled other unsaved people into the conversation. I tried telling him about life after death and eternal salvation. He responded with "So you're doing this to get into heaven?" I didn't want him to think I was a Jehovah's Witness so I quickly responded with "No I'm doing this because God loves you and because I care about you and your eternal destination." He was at a loss for words and didn't try to argue that point further. There were two other guys he dragged into the conversation and we talked with them a little longer. Out of the three, I thought the atheist would be the least receptive, but like the day before, he was the only one who accepted a bible from me. We talked to a lot of people, had some good conversations, and spread Jesus to the point that multiple people had been talked to more than once about Jesus and ones who hadn't been talked to, heard about us.
Day 3, my team headed back to the Golden Mile (a mile of road packed with stores/restaurants/hotels/theaters...basically you can find whatever you want within that mile) and had a number of cool conversations with Christians. But the real highlight was we prayed with a guy named Brad for the Lord to be real to Him again and we got another guy thinking about where his life is headed. Corbin and I were asked to leave the Kohls parking lot after we tried preaching to the manager...Oh well. At least he was asked about his beliefs. Later that evening we had a live mobile band in Hanover Square. Ian played the guitar, Zane on the French Horn, Derek on the viola, and the rest of us with our voices. Some random stranger gave us an appreciating hug and people in cars were singing along or making requests. Once we were ready to call it a night, we raced over to a local ice cream place (Tropical Treat...so good and such nice people) and got there at 10:00pm...closing time. However, these kind-hearted people stayed open long enough to serve nine hungry people. Just one of the few things I miss about where I grew up.
Besides the gospel, we stayed at a dear sister's, name Sue, house. My family met in her house for 8+ years when we lived there. It was good to see her house filled again. We also had dinner at my Grandparent's and I hung out with my bud Joe D. who I've known since the age of four.
Zane, Peter, and my sister stayed an extra day and the Lord really shone on them, allowing people who were saved but didn't know it to realize it and had more amazing conversations throughout the day. Overall the trip went well and the Lord moved in Hanover. Hopefully, He will send someone to later reap where we sowed.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Labor Adrenaline: The Boost that Doesn't Go Away
Today I checked my blog and saw that it had 171 page views. I also noticed it has been over a month since my last post. It made me realize how many people care about what's going on in my physical and spiritual life and how many want to know what's going on in the labor and that I have been depriving y'all of that so I apologize but also say thank you for sticking with me. I'll make a good effort to post more often.
These last two months have been insane! Since my last post, a lot has happened. I spent half of a weekend in Columbus with the young people and it was sweet chilling with those whom I see a few time during the summer. We played some ultimate, sang songs, had a sweet bible study, and enjoyed us some Jesus. I pray that the Lord would continue His work with the YP in Columbus and that they would remain strong through all of life's surprises.
The second half of the weekend was spent in Akron, Ohio for our monthly young people's day. We first went bowling and then later headed to the hall for some food and singing. What was really cool was that each and every single young person in Akron stood up and gave a testimony of how the Lord was working in them.
Following that weekend the Church in Cleveland hosted a spring conference with messages on the Psalms given by Brother Titus. There were around 400 saints there from all over the Great Lakes. One key aspect that stood out to me was that we need to strive to one day be mountains in the church.
A few things upcoming for the labor is a young people's conference in Pittsburgh the first weekend in May and then the following week we will be going to different cities on a week-long gospel blitz. I will be traveling with 7 others to my old stomping grounds in Hanover, PA. We will be spending roughly 6 hours a day in the gospel. I'm excited!
One last things I'd like to mention. I can't say it enough about how much it means to me to be doing this internship with all the other interns. To get to know them better and to be able to do things labor related or not has been a great joy to me. The time we spend doing gospel stuff or playing frisbee, mean a lot to me and it'll be one of the major things I miss when the labor has ended.
I cannot wait for this summer because it is going to be awesome!!! I hope to see y'all there. Until next time.
~Josh
These last two months have been insane! Since my last post, a lot has happened. I spent half of a weekend in Columbus with the young people and it was sweet chilling with those whom I see a few time during the summer. We played some ultimate, sang songs, had a sweet bible study, and enjoyed us some Jesus. I pray that the Lord would continue His work with the YP in Columbus and that they would remain strong through all of life's surprises.
The second half of the weekend was spent in Akron, Ohio for our monthly young people's day. We first went bowling and then later headed to the hall for some food and singing. What was really cool was that each and every single young person in Akron stood up and gave a testimony of how the Lord was working in them.
Following that weekend the Church in Cleveland hosted a spring conference with messages on the Psalms given by Brother Titus. There were around 400 saints there from all over the Great Lakes. One key aspect that stood out to me was that we need to strive to one day be mountains in the church.
A few things upcoming for the labor is a young people's conference in Pittsburgh the first weekend in May and then the following week we will be going to different cities on a week-long gospel blitz. I will be traveling with 7 others to my old stomping grounds in Hanover, PA. We will be spending roughly 6 hours a day in the gospel. I'm excited!
One last things I'd like to mention. I can't say it enough about how much it means to me to be doing this internship with all the other interns. To get to know them better and to be able to do things labor related or not has been a great joy to me. The time we spend doing gospel stuff or playing frisbee, mean a lot to me and it'll be one of the major things I miss when the labor has ended.
I cannot wait for this summer because it is going to be awesome!!! I hope to see y'all there. Until next time.
~Josh
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Summer-Like Weather in March = Serenity
I am in an amazingly good mood...why? Well let me see. This past weekend was a college conference at Ashland Woods, I'm going to Akron this weekend for the young people's day, Mark Greenwood is came over to hang out, I got free Chick fil-A the other day and this weather is supposed to be sunny almost all week and in the 70s all week!
I know I haven't posted in awhile and this sad habit may continue seeing as the labor keeps becoming more intense, but it'll be all the more epic when the next post comes out!
So last weekend there was a college conference at Ashland Woods. Normally these conferences attract around 80 or so people. However, because there was a strong push in the internship to bring friends ans overwhelm the facility, the final head count was 156! That is number that we get only for a week long event that is in this summer...and this was practically 2 days! Plus there were at least 20+ new people.
The Lord answered many prayers that weekend. Two sisters were baptized into the Kingdom of God! Since the pond was too cold to baptize them, a make-shift baptismal had to be built. Daniel Schmitkons came up with the idea of taking mulch bags and building a rectangular pit out of them. Then a tarp was put into the middle and filled with warm water. Plus the sun painted the sky with a sweet sunset.
On Saturday we played a 10-on-10 game of ultimate frisbee which was awesome and so much fun because of the soggy field. I don't think one person left that field without "getting nasty" from the mud and puddles.
This upcoming weekend is the Young People's day and right before that I am going to visit the Church in Columbus to be with the young people there. I hear we are going bowling in Akron and then we will be going back to the hall for some stellar music, food, fun, and Jesus.
As for spreading the Truth, I'd like to give a shout out to T-Mills for his friend's clear salvation and his heart turning to the Lord.
The Lord has been moving like a thunderstorm and I pray that the winds keep coming. Thank you all for your prayers and keep them coming for the labor, the people we are with, the events, the young people, the gospel and our strength to continue on. JEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!
I know I haven't posted in awhile and this sad habit may continue seeing as the labor keeps becoming more intense, but it'll be all the more epic when the next post comes out!
So last weekend there was a college conference at Ashland Woods. Normally these conferences attract around 80 or so people. However, because there was a strong push in the internship to bring friends ans overwhelm the facility, the final head count was 156! That is number that we get only for a week long event that is in this summer...and this was practically 2 days! Plus there were at least 20+ new people.
The Lord answered many prayers that weekend. Two sisters were baptized into the Kingdom of God! Since the pond was too cold to baptize them, a make-shift baptismal had to be built. Daniel Schmitkons came up with the idea of taking mulch bags and building a rectangular pit out of them. Then a tarp was put into the middle and filled with warm water. Plus the sun painted the sky with a sweet sunset.
On Saturday we played a 10-on-10 game of ultimate frisbee which was awesome and so much fun because of the soggy field. I don't think one person left that field without "getting nasty" from the mud and puddles.
This upcoming weekend is the Young People's day and right before that I am going to visit the Church in Columbus to be with the young people there. I hear we are going bowling in Akron and then we will be going back to the hall for some stellar music, food, fun, and Jesus.
As for spreading the Truth, I'd like to give a shout out to T-Mills for his friend's clear salvation and his heart turning to the Lord.
The Lord has been moving like a thunderstorm and I pray that the winds keep coming. Thank you all for your prayers and keep them coming for the labor, the people we are with, the events, the young people, the gospel and our strength to continue on. JEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!
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