Thursday, July 28, 2011


Maybe one of the many things that differs Christianity from other religions is:

Well, first, we're all in dark tunnels, bur Christians always see a light [Jesus] at the end of theirs. But! Lots of other religions have their own lights at the end of their tunnels, too, which they completely believe in. Their lights are different than ours - theirs isn't Jesus.

But! The point I wanted to make - or really, just throw out there as food for thought - is that Christians see other people's tunnels and worry about other people's lights at the end of their tunnels. We are called to think about the light at the end of other people's tunnels, and try to share our light with them.

Ideally, we could somehow share the light at the end of our own tunnel with all the dark tunnels we come across.

I'm not a very good light-at-the-end-of-tunnel-sharer. Need to work on that one.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Something gross, Yay!

So, wanna read something really gross? No? Then go away.


I got my cartilage pierced this year, and I just got brave enough to change the earring myself for the first time tonight. I kept the first one in for the required 12 weeks, then had a friend change it for me, and that one has been in probably a lot longer than 12 weeks. Not sure how long. But anyway! I just took it out myself. It HURT.

Blood kind of exploded from my ear, and there was this gross buildup of what I assume to be dirt, sweat, and ear snot (I guess... O.o). Anyway, after a minute of panicking, cleaning, and freaking out about getting the next earring in, we're all good, and instead of a little blue circle that has a sleepy face and says 'sleepy' I have a little lighter blue circle that has a silly face and says 'silly.'

Sleepy and silly are probably the two moods/feelings that come over me the most, as my little sister and Dad will both tell you. Sorry, y'all.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

So, if I'd been born to different parents, it's very possible they could've aborted me just because I'm not a boy.

I read most of this article on sex-determined abortion just now, and thought it was interesting, you know, important things to read about, but very sad. If any of those unborn baby girls could, would they be asking their parents what Anne asked Marilla in Anne of Green Gables? (Yes. I am making this reference.)

"You don't want me because I'm not a boy?"

Sad! This makes me really, really sad. When you grow up in a good home with parents that were praying for a girl (or so I'm told), it's hard to imagine that there are people out there who are cruel enough and blind enough to abort the soul inside them just because of the gender. It's mind-blowing. In a bad way.

Anyway - it's an interesting article, though I don't think it takes a careful read of the whole thing to get the jist of what's being said.