It may come as a surprise to you all, but I am in the Ministry... Drama ministry that is! I don't really see it as a ministry because, well, is it a ministry if you have too much fun? It's such a blast every time we meet or perform a skit. It's also touching because I am a part of something that actually touches people spiritually. Yeah, people actually come to the altars after our skits! We are up there goofing around and, thanks to the writing of Kathy Garrett -- leader extraordinaire, we turn around at the end and there are people crying. I don't take any credit because, well... I know myself to well. I know it's God using our skits, OUR SKITS, to touch lives. If God used a Donkey, then chances are highly likely that he could use me too.
I am still getting used to the whole ministry terminology. I usually refer to it as drama class, merely because... well, I am sure most of you cant imagine me as any sort of minister. It was at the start of this year, just before actually, that Sis Garrett did a Year End Talk-Thingie... Our State of the Drama Team, as it were. It seems that we are to be more than just a skit/puppet team that goes around occasionally, but a dependable full fledged ministry! Filled with people like me!
Those poor bus kids won't know what hit them! I am mainly posting this to put up pictures. I'll bet that most people won't even read this post, but just look at the pics. They see all these words clumped up into paragraphs and it's all a bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur. Anywho, that's what I do on Sunday mornings. The photos are from the skit Christi-An's Journey Through Life's Jungle... Working title is the Jungle Skit. It is a metaphor about our walk through life, very similar to pilgrims progress.
Next up we have pictures from the shepherd play we did for Christmas. Basically, the story of The Birth as seen by the shepherds... I hope they weren't as incompetent as I was! I was the rebellious "this is a waste of time" shepherd. They never did give me my moment of epiphany where I change my ways... but maybe that's in a different play? This one was more involved, mainly because it was for the Christmas program we do at the church and was in the main sanctuary. We had to be on our best behavior!
This last picture is me adding some finishing touches to the backdrop curtain. I didn't make the curtain, I just added the trees. They are cut out and pinned. I thought they were rather nice.
Well, I thought I would post these, now I am off to think about up coming Youth Retreat! God will move! Let's celebrate what He is going to do!
All photographs within this post were taken and graciously supplied by Debby Tracy.
Everyone has thoughts. Everyone thinks... most of the time anyways. What I am getting that is that while I am thinking, approximately 6 billion other people are probably thinking as well. Half of them might be sleeping and performing a subconscious form of thinking in which the eyes rapidly move while the mind rapidly develops an almost real environment in which hidden fears, hopes, and what was for dinner play a part in creating.
Perhaps
If I step
out of
my mind,
then I might
Step into yours.
We can, we may
Think together as one,
but only if we believe the same.
The same.
Our lives are different,
yet our thoughts can be similar.
I would that I could find someone.
Who would find the courage
To take the
l
e
a
p
of faith,
and step
into me.
Who I am,
and think my thoughts.
I find it amusing that you would request such a specific way of communication. The point of a blog is for an individual to express his opinions to the masses invading the interwebs. You would turn that idea on its head for the sole purpose of personal enjoyment? I find this weird. Very weird. Almost as weird as yourself, though not quite. It's not that weird. It may come as a surprise to you, and it certainly is strange for me to say it, but you are my Number 1 Agent. Of course, you are my only agent in the field so the competition is limited, as it were. I do, however, have a long list of agents in reserve duty available on call should you have issues... (like those nasty "raises"... I shudder to think that one would ask such of me. How greedy!) It has occured to me that your resemblance to a monkey has caused your cover to be blown in certain operations. I have since been looking into possible operations in which your appearance won't be too noticeable, and have considered a political positioning. On the issue of your transportation, I assume that the broom will be fine. It would seem to have the most advantages without having to rely on modern day travel conditions.
I trust that you will not mind if I resume sending my missives to you through Scratch. It is much safer and easier to control than methods such as this.
Ring around the rosies... Pocket full of posies...
Look at all the people. Standing.
Walking.
Moving.
Staying.
Ignorant of everything
except themselves,
and apathetic to all
but what they know.
You would think that
a few would step outside
the boundaries placed for them.
That some would be able to see
things as they are.
They move,
yet they do not cross that invisible,
intangible line.
They look,
but they do not see.
What will it take?
What will make them
open their blind eyes
to the truth.
The truth around them.
What is that truth?
Can you not see it?
Are you blind as well?
The truth.
It is all around you.
Stand where I am.
Look at what I see.
Accept my perspective
for your reality.
Then you will see the truth.
My truth.
Watch the pretty people,
dancing
like a nursery rhyme.
Holding hands
and spinning
as the sickening haze
of the world slowly chokes
the life from them.
Did you know
we live longer now?
From years ago
the average life
span has increased!
Only to give us
more time to perpetuate
the expulsion of garbage.
Destroying the world as it is.
Such a sad thing.
Don't you agree?
And then.
When all is said
and done.
We,
who have played
our part
in pushing
away the truth,
will finally see it
for what it is.
Then it will be
too late...
Ashes, ashes... We... all... fall down...
This poem is a written response to the nursery rhyme Ring around the Rosies. It in no way reflects my thoughts or opinions and is merely a work of fiction. The idea is a man with... well, I will let you form your own opinion. Post your comment with what you think it is about.
It began in paragraph form but I gave it to a friend of mine who changed it to poem form. I don't know if he actually changed any words but I can't tell.
This poem is a collaboration between myself and one Mr. Jacob J. Hernandez.
As this year comes to a close, I am considering the next. The past year is a good test for the future, as what I have learned, and haven't, will be what I take to the next. I write this to let you know, those few that read this and have an interest in my life, that I have learned a few things. One is that when I started this year I was that I was on the computer way too much. If any of you noticed, It's been rare for me to post. I have since learned to step away and do other things. Because of this, my skill in art has grown. Not by much, but it has.
I have also learned to let go. This past summer I finally let go of to something that I should have two years ago. When it finally came down to it, I realized that I didn't want to let go because, in this situation, I didn't trust God. I didn't want to let Him take care of it, and though I kept praying about it to Him I just wasn't truly letting Him take control. It seems a paradox, that I can pray to God about something without letting Him truly fix it but that is what I was doing. I was doing the right thing (praying) for the wrong reason. Because I wanted to fix it, and not letting God take care of it in His own Time. That said, wow I feel so much better!
This blog is not for me. It may be about me, but it I don't want it to be for me. What I say and do is all for the readers. I would hope that the things I say and write about will help you. Put a smile on your face, make you laugh, or just make your day go a bit better by realizing that maybe your life isn't as bad as some people! (e.g. mine!) I truly mean this when I say it is not for my glory but for God's. That is a hard thing to say and truly, truly mean. People tell me that I am talented, in writing, drawing, charming *cough*. Those talents, if true, are not mine but God's! He made me! He placed me in a family that would encourage those Gifts of His. I am amazed that he would trust such a Gift in my hands. I love drawing, and being able to make images that people admire. Yes, I feel a bit of pride at a nice drawing or painting but I have to step back and thank God. I know that He gave me these Gifts so that I could Serve Him. That is another thing I learned this year. Now to compliment a friend of mine, Kristen. I was at the Youth Alive conference thingie, in Burbank. She sang and man did she nail that song! Well, it was after that I was in a group and I complimented her singing. The first words out of her mouth was not "thank you" but rather "It's to the glory of God." (Or something to that effect, if not the exact words the gist of what she said. It's been a while!) I was impressed! What had happened was that she wasn't feeling well and her voice was messed up. Right before she got up, the group she was singing with all prayed for her voice and God moved. He obviously healed her! Her response to my compliment is what I want. That instinctual reaction to say that it is not my glory, but for Him.
Okay, I think this is the last. If any of you, especially the youth, have a problem or something comes up. LISTEN TO YOUR PASTOR. I cannot stress this enough! I have been blessed with a pastor that is a strong powerful Man of God. I do not want to get above myself or say anything untoward but I would compare him to the prophets of old and the apostles. I would be blessed to be a quarter of the man that he is. That said, your pastor is in your life to guide and teach you. My pastor has told me something I did not want to hear, but I knew that he was right. I listened, as hard as it was, and my life is the better for it. I believe I would have been in the world by now, had I not.
Well, I hope that you can take something home with this. I am by no means wise, and definitely consult your Bible and pastor before following any of the advice. That said, May God richely bless you and best wishes this holiday Season.
Don't forget the Reason for the Season. Jesus.
Post Script This year I lost a friend. I don't like losing friends but it seems I have no choice in the matter. It was not my choice but I am sure it was my actions that caused it. Honesty... That is a difficult thing to have sometimes. I thought that I was honest to a fault, well, I was the fault was that I wasn't that honest. Even after I told them I would. Fear that they wouldn't like what I had to say kept me from telling them the truth. That has worked out stellar, you can tell. [read: sarcasm] Huh, now they will barely look at me and only give quick short answers when directly spoken to. I hate it. In my insecurity I want people to like me. This may seem odd for me to post this, as this is personal. That doesn't matter. I want my friend back. I know we will never be great friends, as our personalities just never seem to mesh. I just want them to not avoid me. I am not writing this for other people, I am writing this for them. You know how to contact me. I am not the greatest person, neither am I the greatest friend. Forgive my extreme weirdness. I am not asking us to be BFFs, I am only asking you to stop looking like you smelled a skunk when you walk by.
ah, I would explain myself to the rest of you... But really, I am who I am. Weird, eccentric and possibly a bit insane. This is me. So deal.
It may come as a surprise to you all, but I am in the Ministry... Drama ministry that is! I don't really see it as a ministry because, well, is it a ministry if you have too much fun? It's such a blast every time we meet or perform a skit. It's also touching because I am a part of something that actually touches people spiritually. Yeah, people actually come to the altars after our skits! We are up there goofing around and, thanks to the writing of Kathy Garrett -- leader extraordinaire, we turn around at the end and there are people crying. I don't take any credit because, well... I know myself to well. I know it's God using our skits, OUR SKITS, to touch lives. If God used a Donkey, then chances are highly likely that he could use me too.
