Daily Shenanigans

I found a file on my laptop from last November explaining everything I submitted back then, but it didn’t work when I did, yet somehow, my financial aid came in for the spring semester.  Then, I am notified that my financial aid is suspended because of my inability to pass most of my classes last fall.  To tell the truth, I may need to update everything.  I have until summer’s end, or three months from now, to finish it and submit everything, so it shouldn’t be too hard compared to that last time I submitted it in November — just to take it one step and one day at a time.

In the meantime, I’m going to actually begin looking for jobs because I have just $100 left for the rest of the summer, and it would be impossible to pay off any debts if I don’t have a summer job or any future financial aid to move into the UnApps with.  Besides, if God wants me to continue college at ASU in three months, then it will happen.  I could be wrong about that for next fall, though.  I still think it’s best to submit an appeal no one can reject because of my compassionate withdrawals back then.  I don’t know how to put it in a way that I wouldn’t sound rude or anything of the sort, so can you pray that I make the appeal as updated as possible?

I went to their financial aid office today, and found out that the reason for my financial aid being suspended is that my alpha-counselor somehow doesn’t know that my withdrawn credits from last fall are all from a compassionate withdrawal.  I know I can undo it with a financial aid appeal, and they told me that when it includes a compassionate withdrawal from some point, then they can’t say “no.”  Whoever rejects it would have to be out of their minds!

But if they do, then I’m better off going to school or living somewhere else… not in Arizona.  Most of their policies when it comes to politics are too whacked-out and are guaranteed to make you sin.  Any place in the U.S. has better government and such than Arizona, my friend.  But if you like deserts and a 45-minute drive to a forest from one, then go there.  Best to look to Jesus anyway.

Keep praying for me!

I was checking my e-mail at my local library when I noticed that there were a couple of holds on my ASU profile.

Both were financial related.

One was concerning the pace of my semester(s), and another got my financial aid privileges revoked.  I didn’t think it would happen, but somehow, it did.  I were to pass at least 67% of my classes (or obtain at least 67% of the credits I signed up for) each semester since I got the financial aid warning saying these things back in August.  I could be wrong, but this is what’s on the e-mail.  However, I did get compassionate withdrawal last fall for all of the credits I couldn’t fulfill except one.  I signed up for nine credits that semester, but could only pass three because my mom used over half my financial aid for rent (didn’t see that coming), I got into a bike accident a week later, and another week later, my wallet fell off my pants upon going back to ASU from a laptop repair center, making me lose almost $900 ($500 of it was in a card my mom gave me days earlier, and the rest was in cash that I was going to use to pay for my laptop repairs, but they hadn’t even started yet).  Even if I were to only get food to survive (and didn’t replace anything) and miss out on Fall Getaway last October, I would have had to inevitably use my then-$1,300 credit card limit, and by December’s end, I ran out of both.  (It’s $1,800, now, but I don’t want to use that.)  But I was able to get compassionate withdrawal, and they said that it wouldn’t affect my financial standing, and it worked!  (I got my financial aid into my bank account after New Year’s Day.)

I was able to do well with six credits this spring, and I remember last year doing seven in one sitting.  But I couldn’t do nine at all, no matter what semester it was on; I think I was doomed to fail from the start at that time.  The crazy thing is that even though I only signed up for six credits last spring, the ASU financial aid department thinks that I didn’t match the 67% pace.  Maybe it’s because I had signed up for a full-time financial aid class, but something is really screwy here.  And I’m moving into the UnApps with my friend, Christian Benell, in less than three months!  I can only do that by my financial aid and some extra money from a late summer job.  I’ll be taking ten credits in the fall, and it’s only possible if I can move closer because I didn’t do so well with eight or none credits while commuting.  I had no choice to do a 20-mile commute, however, because my mom pays for everything for where I live, and my finances have never been good enough!  Now the one time I can move closer to ASU around the time school starts and I have more time to study, the ASU financial aid department holds them back?!  If I’m not mistaken, there aren’t any Christians in that department; in fact, I’m convinced that much of Arizona’s political field has some satanic fruit.  Long story short, no one tells me any details until they show me when I try to submit something, often resulting in frustration and sometimes a desire to leave Arizona forever and never come back.

Can you pray for me as I try to speak Jesus into the lives of the ASU financial aid staff and that God’s kingdom would take over Arizona completely, never to be polluted again?

I went to a library this afternoon hoping for a bunch of great Christian material.  So far, I found a couple of compilations, one of which includes the latest Bethel compilation of not one, but two CDs… which I have yet to upload.  After getting that and one I was already familiar with to get more out of it, I borrowed a few secular albums (I won’t upload all of it to my iPod) and a book called: “Will America Survive through 2025?”  I thought that God was leading me to provide information to those who were curious about how the U.S. is standing, but upon arriving at the UnApps a few hours later, I began to conclude that it was sin because politics goes too much into worldliness (i.e. presidential elections, who owns Jerusalem, etc.).  Besides, being politically correct doesn’t have anything to do with forgiveness, which totally sucks.  I’m very glad that Jesus is big enough to go beyond those political boundaries that everyone of us speak of.  I don’t want to have the book described above in my possession anymore, though.

Forgive me if I’m wrong, but suppose that book contains way too much worldliness despite it speaking of Christianity on both flaps.  I know that everything on this earth, even this tumblr post, is temporary, but how is the U.S. going to its downfall?  I feel like those that are angry about it don’t really know what the heck is happening.  I’m sick of seeing this around everywhere, and I want God to end suffering in general ASAP.  I don’t know when that’ll happen because Jesus said that no one knows when He’s returning (Matthew 24:36), but I can tell we’re not only in the last days, but perhaps the last moments before the Rapture (an event when Jesus takes every one of His followers to Heaven by surprise).  A few Hal Lindsey videos explain it all, but here’s the basis of what I remember:

• Nation is rising up against nation, and kingdom against kingdom (Matthew 24), especially since New Year’s Day 2011.
• Lots of people have been glorifying pleasure instead of God for ages, and the rate that it is increasing is alarming.
• Contrary to a recent Wall Street Journal headline, the drug war is still active in parts of the world, and people would rather eliminate cash than legalize drugs, the former of which would be a perfect opportunity for the Antichrist to make everyone wear the infamous 666 mark [after something called the RFID chip is released].  Those are the only two possible solutions to how the drug war will end.
• After learning about Islam in my religions of the world class, I can conclude that it’s the second-largest faith movement in the world, and apparently, it’s the fastest-growing one, too.  I can also say that their beliefs on Jesus differ from those who follow Christ (Muslims doesn’t believe that Jesus is the Son of God, but Christians do) as well.  Plus, what’s described in the religion of Islam has things like Abraham sacrificing Ishmael (born in a normal way) instead of Issac (born by God’s promise because He turned off the “barren” function in Sarah’s womb), and Muhammad being the last of God’s prophets (they still exist today; Hal Lindsey is actually a true prophet of the LORD).  This message is pretty deceitful, but many are just eating it up!  There’s more I can say about it, but I won’t put it on here.  However, I will talk with my professor of that class about it and maybe educate her some more about how it differs from Christianity the next time I see her.

There will be many confusions about whoever reads this, but most people are capable of understanding.  I won’t tell too many people about this, either; I don’t want them to worry about it, even if I tell them what I just wrote, but to trust in God instead.  Better to do that than focus on what to do with the world, because God is much stronger than any worldliness force.  Besides, He loves everyone!

There’s plenty of positions, but I might only get hired (or at least interviewed) for a few.

Pray for me!

Although this one was my third Easter as a true Christian, I didn’t get to celebrate with my family this year.  However, I still loved church service at Redemption (formerly Praxis until about January of last year; dunno why they renamed it), and had some fun with a few friends and a volleyball at Daley Park.  I don’t think I had an Easter dinner that could be considered “traditional,” but I shared some pizza with JT.  Also, I got to feel the joy of the Lord again, with or without a Hillsong United double album playing in the background.  I slept the night before at another friend’s place — hang on, I’m getting way ahead of myself (I don’t know what I was thinking when I made this title); I think I’ll tell a story about how I miraculously found a missing bike.

One Saturday afternoon at around sunset, I went to study and do some homework for class at the Hayden Library at ASU for three hours.  When I was done, I came to the bike rack to find out that my bike was stolen.  I checked every bike rack around the Hayden/MU area, but to no avail.  With that, I had no choice but to get a ride home from someone, and that someone, to my surprise, was JT.  I didn’t think he (or really anyone from the UnApps) was willing to do it, but this is another story (I may or may not post this later).

When I came home again the next day, my Palm Sunday/April Fools day ended on a sour note (and I’m not April Fooling — for those who still think anything from April 1st is a joke) because my mom threw into a fit after finding out that my bike got stolen.  She then brought up many similar incidents dating as far back as 2008 (my brother was lumped into it with me about losing a cross at that time) that didn’t need to be seen anymore; each of them are completely irrelevant.  She then went on to say that I was careless, and I replied, “That’s a lie!” to all of it thus far.  We had a heated argument about it for the next several minutes, including a line when she said, “Give me a break!” after saying that I had somehow become scatter-brained and that she made me that way through a bunch of things in mid-2009.  I replied back, “Give me a break!” because I didn’t want my mom to cripple me once again.

As I left the kitchen and entered my room once more, she accused my dad of making me scatter-brained when he never even had anything to do with it in the first place.  I replied back that I said I wasn’t self-righteous (she told me about how she never got her bike stolen in a 17-year span; it must’ve fallen apart because she bought it in 1992), for I was finally sure that my family isn’t Christian this time.  Then, at around 1:30 a.m., I got to a place where I said to God (I think He wanted to hear how I felt that night), “I was mad when my mom brought this kind of thing up two years ago.  I was mad when did the same with my backpack and gathering all of these incidents from all of 2011 back in August.  I was also mad when my mom made me separate from my brother in 2002, for what I don’t know.  Now, I’m furious.  I’ve lost track of how many times my mom has done this, and I’m tired of her carrying out Satan’s works!  God, I really need You to work with me when it comes to finding a place to live near ASU because I can’t take it anymore!”  I then couldn’t fall asleep for hours after that, and we hadn’t spoken since mostly because my mom was dog-sitting for her friend, Lindsey, from Tuesday to Sunday.  Plus, I missed class the next day because I woke up so late that it would be impossible to make it on time, even with a phone call to a cab.

I told the story of my missing bike and my mom reacting angrily to some friends as the week followed.  I was still looking for my bike on Monday when my friend, Jackie, asked if the argument between me and my mom the night before was why I was wearing a skirt even though I’m not gay, but I told her that it had nothing to do with my misadventure the previous weekend.  I also said that it was for God’s glory (I may be able to say that I’m just being myself next time).  Nevertheless, I still checked some bike racks by the MU for it and tried to inflate my back tire for my other bike (a beach cruiser) that I use for emergencies.  I came to find that I had no tools for it, so after a few more days (and a misleading bus sign from Wednesday), I went to the UnApps after class to do it.  It took about two hours, but the job was finally complete by 7 p.m. that night.

Later that same evening, after a CRU meeting about the middle of Philippians 4, I went to the Shack to find out what was available in the UnApps, but I ended up feeling disappointed, even though there was an affordable space for me (there still is).  I was talking to Bryan about it, but nothing new came up.  I thought, “Suppose that this is the last word like Jerusalem 2,600 years ago?”  In fact, I was so nervous that I even had Erik sign a “contract” saying that there will still be options for me on April 13; I think this is the ultimate fear!  Confused, I asked for a ride home.  As usual, Hunter was willing to take me there even though he lived at 15th Ave. and Glendale Ave. by that time.  I told him about that “ultimate fear” I wrote down above because I thought my family was Christian our entire lives until around mid-2009, then after that, questioned if anyone could possibly be trusted, even as Jesus’ disciple.  Also, it would’ve been a bit risky riding my beach cruiser from Camelback and Central Ave. to my house that Thursday evening.

The next day, however, even after I rode my beach cruiser to the Tatum/Cholla St. bus stop successfully, my tire deflated again after class.  I began to wonder what it would take for my bike to quit piercing my back tire, but maybe somebody just poked it and let the air out.  I contemplated going to a bike shop I had gone to before at Broadway and Rural for that bike months earlier, but Josh told me about one at the south end of the SRC.  I got there, but even though it was only $6 for a thorn-resistant tire replacement (it was at least $20 last time I had both my tires changed in the bike shop I spoke of earlier), they only took Sun dollars.  I was virtually out of money in it, so I went to Hayden and put all my cash inside.  While I was on my way back, I noticed that my other bike (the one that was missing all week) had somehow turned up by the BAC building where we had CRU the night before, but the cable was snapped in two; I think it was the only thing wrapped around its bike rack.  I told a bunch of people about this after paying the $6 for the tire replacement in my beach cruiser, and everyone was stunned.  I even rode the bike I had found from a church I went to at Monroe and 4th Ave. to the UnApps, just for kicks.  I had to bring the beach cruiser home because I rode it on my way to school, though.  It was a Good Friday indeed!

The next day, in an attempt to get my main bike back to my house by Sunday morning, I walked to a bus stop to take two buses and a light rail to ASU, but James let me sleep over at his place that night instead (I told him everything about my two bikes and my accounts with them in the previous 7 days, including the fact that there aren’t any buses going near my house after 9 p.m. on weekends; it was 1 a.m.).  Nevertheless, I contemplated going to church the next day, and we went to Redemption with Caleb and Anna (though James was doing a children’s ministry at 10:00).  Andrew and Robert Davis (twins) took me back to the UnApps to get my stuff and leave James’ place because his roommate and friend, Eric (a.k.a. Maui) needed the whole place to himself and his friend (sister), Rachel.  James told me not to tell anyone why (I’m not even going to put this on here), but can you keep them in your prayers?  Thanks!

After an afternoon of a two-hour stats homework session with some Jesus music on the UnApps balcony, I finally rode home with the bike that once went missing, but now is found, like the Prodigal’s son in Luke 15.  I figured it would be best to show my mom that my bike is no longer missing, and indeed, it worked!  She opened the back door I was entering last night, saw my bike, then I told her everything that happened, and all was well again.  And another cool thing is that when she told me that Lindsey’s dogs were poorly trained, I replied that no parent was perfect except for the One who takes care of all of us.  After saying goodnight, I said to God that even though it’s not a Christian home, my mom at least knows that He is around.

Even though I stayed overnight at James’ place on Saturday, I still loved Easter this year.  I told JT that I didn’t want to leave, but that I had to come back home because I would imagine that my mom didn’t want to think I ran away for some reason even though I’m 21.  I don’t know why I just said that.  But although Valley Metro made me late for class again, I’m glad to say that not only is Jesus risen, I can feel the joy of the Lord anytime from when things get tough to when everything becomes really easy.  What once was lost has now been found.

1. The anniversary of Jesus volunteering to die on the cross is actually His greatest victory yet.  And the proof is in the pudding, or in this case, the empty tomb from three days after His crucifixion.
2. It’s Opening Day in Phoenix, so I can get free tacos every time the Diamondbacks get ≥6 runs! (with a large drink purchase from Taco Bell)

i had an interesting convo with someone at Dunlap and 7th St.

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I leave for California for spring break — our CRU adventure in Orange County to spread God’s word some more into even further reaches of the world.

But until then, I’ll keep preparing for my tests in about two weeks, or shortly after spring break ends in late March.  I realize that I keep saying that off the Internet, but I can’t get lazy on it like the gluttons that Jesus sat with.

I found a passage on a Christian blog that speaks of God’s judgment on all believers/unbelievers located somewhere in Romans 14, and was reminded that I’d be judged according to what I’ve done even though it has nothing to do with salvation; that comes by faith alone.  I feel like I should spread God’s love while I’m studying in Hayden for an hour or two tonight.  If I’m there too long, I could end up having to take the light rail home after 11 p.m. and even run late to class tomorrow morning at 10:45.

It’s been 11 days since I found out about my latest test score.  Honestly, even though I’ve hit the books more often since then, I’ve become pretty lazy about it.  I don’t know how it happens, but I pray to God that He would keep His promises to me when He’s kept my education at ASU relatively stable.

I’ve been spending three hours on the internet and photoshopping a bunch of things, like Jenny’s farewell-to-U-of-A party from last Saturday.  I’ve also done plenty of studying for my tests in three weeks, but not enough to get at least a 95% on both. Even if I pass statistics, I’m considering re-taking it next fall because I don’t think I’m doing very well enough to continue onto research methods next semester.  I still want to pass, but what if this spring semester is paralleling with Joseph’s life when he was captured into Egypt, and God blessed him for thirteen years, then re-united with his father, Jacob (along with his many brothers) in the end?  I’ve already experienced the capture similar to the one depicted in Genesis 37, only this time, I was booted out of the dorms; I don’t want to be captured again.  Still, let God’s will be done, and I’m sure He wants me to pass and do well in my college career altogether.

I’ve been doing a series with my small group the last several weeks called “If You Want To Walk On Water, You Gotta Get Out Of The Boat” (fourteen words in the title in all).  Over a month ago, when we began, we focused around opportunities and how to seize them.  I think I did well so far, but I’ll call the UnApps manager again tomorrow morning before I leave for class.  Not too long ago, someone from my small group commented on the Joseph-sold-to-slavery-in-Egypt story directly to me saying, “God isn’t always going to deliver you” after a series of dialogues.  I don’t know what he means about that, but I do know that God is always willing to help us.  That being said, I hope God helps me with my studies whenever I have trouble with something.  We’re already halfway through the semester, but I can tell that the second half will soon be filled with more studying adventures than it has been the last five days.

I found out today that I got a 51% on my latest statistics test despite the extra time I got, and because I got a 58% last time, it’ll be very difficult to even remotely pass.  My T.A. (teaching assistant) and even my instructor recommended that I drop the class, but because it’s one out of two classes and both are three credits each, I could lose my financial aid privileges.  I could simply drop the class, but I’ve been under financial aid warning since last August, and it’s the only way I can afford college of any kind in the first place, so losing it would be horrible news.  I REALLY don’t want to have to work at a Subway or something for two years just to go back to school in 2014 or some future date after that; as it is, I’m already on a very low range of the credits-to-semester ratio for the average college student.  Besides, I don’t want to be in school so long that I have to begin paying back loans before I graduate.  I don’t think that would be what God wants.

Speaking of which, I’m sure you’ve heard that trials make you stronger (in regards to Philippians 4:10-13), but I’m beginning to see that they’re the only way I can gain strength apart from Christ Jesus, because it seems like He wants to… well, I shouldn’t say that.  I do know one thing, though, we’ll have some serious sorrows in this world during our lifetimes, but He wants us to take heart, for He’s already defeated the demonic forces that drive the majority of the media and the secular world in general.  Awesome to know, am I right?  I know it sounds weird, maybe even morbid to you like a corpse or something, but Jesus is different from everything we’ve ever seen or heard.  Plus, upon receiving the Holy Spirit, you can feel Him anytime.  All it takes is a prayer for forgiveness; that’s what God will give; give Him back your all and nothing less.

On my previous post, I spoke of my East Asia application and my friends’ involvement in it.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t get in.

Here’s the thing:

In the East Asia leadership team alone, there’s only three male staff members, and just about every person leading others in their families is about 21 years old, as I am.  Having been Christian for no more than three years (and also my housing plans/desires possibly including what God planned out for me repeatedly backfiring) along with not knowing about my disability until shortly before my 18th birthday, I can say that this and the previous statement is why I can’t go.

I haven’t been this shocked since I had to move back home, to be completely honest.

The project director (and a friend of mine), Michael Scott, told me about the San Diego Express Project that’s about two weeks long and covers the second half of June, and I think he only recommended that because I told him about the summer I did a summer project in Tempe, which lasted a month (we met twice a week).  I also told him everything we did on the project, and because he isn’t really trying to hinder me from experiencing one, he’s talking to Jack and Teresa Perrine, the ASU CRU directors about this.  The funny thing is that it’s only been about two weeks since I submitted the East Asia application, but aside from the fear of rejection in that area, I’m stoked to spend part of the summer in southern California!

Pray for me on the above material described in the previous paragraph, please!

Meanwhile, I’ve had several spectacular dreams in the last week, but I can only remember one of them.  I’ll post this here anyway:

I was flying an aircraft that looked like a satellite orbiting Earth, but it was just above the sea in the middle of a lake that somehow appeared in central Phoenix.  I believe that came from the new Saints Row III game that my brother really likes playing (they say it’s the new Grand Theft Auto).  I must have came out of a bus from Curry Road east of Mill Ave. that somehow looked like a light-rail format inside the bus, but it was at night, and the sky was overcast the next day.  Later, I thought I had lost all my stuff, so I summoned a few friends of mine to help me find my bag of necessities (i.e. wallet, keys, knapsack, I don’t know, I was just dreaming!), including Robert Davis and Hunter Wynn (a.k.a. Hunter “Wynns” [wins] at life).  We traveled on foot for what seemed like miles in the hot Phoenix sun down 7th St. until we reached a place south of Osborn Road, inside an area given a “ceiling” by big trees.  There, I found everything, then I woke up not too long later.  It’s not as descriptive as another dream I had last summer, but I think it was pretty good.

I know I mixed-up the post structure in regards to the title a bit, but bear with me on the San Diego thing.  Maybe God called me there, too and I simply read the East Asia thing a little wrong, like the date.

Pray for me!

I searched for about two hours tonight for three references, one of which involving a spiritual leader, and while I had two of them in no time at all, I looked everywhere for the third one.  Sadly, none from my small group could be found, even after calling him, but because I’ve been friends with Micah for almost 7 years, I decided to ask if he would be my reference.  He said he would, and I finished the application in minutes.  Now, I’m waiting on if I’m accepted.  I believe God has called me to go there for some time; He never said anything about when it would be, but if I’m not accepted again, I’ll just try again next year… after some probable suggestions for improvement or just fill something out for another project.  Whatever it is, I’m not sure, but thanks to all who prayed.  Please keep doing so, for I need God to make my paths straight so I can see Him more clearly.

It’s certain I’ll be taking the former because of God’s call and plan for my life.

In the meantime, I’ve been dressing up like a lady at times to prevent me from getting tempted to go to the UnApps at the wrong time.  Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out in Tempe, but I can’t afford to fail anything.  Besides, it’s actually easier for me to concentrate at Hayden Library.  I think God gave me that desire in the beginning of this paragraph likely for this reason.  I don’t want to miss out on fun nights with my Cru buddies, though.  I also believe that God doesn’t mind me doing that, though it would have been forbidden if not for Christ; thanks be to God to increase my faith when times get though!

I’ve been seeing many Bible passages lately about grabbing big opportunities while I can.  I don’t remember what verses they are (or even which chapter they’re located in), but this one hit close to home for me because I hadn’t seized many opportunities when I was younger.  Of course, I don’t regret it at all; each of them actually led me to Christ (I won’t go into details).  Some opportunities that I’m after, well… I’m not doing a very good job with them.  For instance, I just met my would-be roommate, Jacob, last Sunday at the MU basement.  We were making a way to find a room at the UnApps in January, but by the end of the month, he began asking for a roommate again.  I think my uncertainty of what my roommate would turn out to be (or what he even looked like) stopped me from getting that room, even though my finances are still good to this day.  I wish that I remembered the last time I met a roommate in the summer of 2009 when we were starting the Summer Bridge program, but I guess I remembered two-three weeks too late.

I told Hunter this and more on our way to my house last night.  It would be pretty legit if I lived with him in the UnApps next fall, but I don’t want to get too fast at this; is that so wrong?  I’d love to know what God thinks about this, lest I end up feeling similar to Katy Perry on her song, “The One That Got Away.”  I’ve never heard of it, but I have seen the lyrics before; it doesn’t seem like a true story because if I’m not mistaken, she must’ve been a Christian for many years prior to her first Katy Hudson album.  I haven’t heard that one, either.

I’ve also seen enough articles about evil material in the media exposed in the last two days alone to get me wanting to leave this world, no suicide.  I’m hopeful in the fact that one day (or even any minute), I would be off the ground with all the other Christ-followers, reigning with Jesus forever and being seated at His table, but until that day comes, I’ll spread the Good News across the world, like East Asia (all I need is to get some references to finish my application).  I think God put it in my heart to go back in 2009 because in a promo I saw in Fall Getaway that year, that place was officially declared an atheistic state, and it was set to become the world’s next superpower by 2020.  I figure if there’s enough Christians in that area by then, God’s word would reach out much faster.  I hope I get accepted; I’d love to make history.

Pray for me!

I think it’s pretty interesting that the Giants and the Patriots are facing off again for the 2012 Super Bowl on February 5.  If the Patriots win this time, it’d probably even the score from their 2008 defeat against the Giants.  I remember watching it at my house that day with a bunch of chips, learning that it was at the then-new Cardinals Stadium in Glendale… which nowadays, I can ride the bus by every time I feel like going on a bike ride in the West Valley somewhere.

Meanwhile, I wonder what Jesus would do if He were in a football team… I’d like to see that; that’d be pretty awesome.  I don’t think Jesus would suddenly make me choose a different side from the one I’m already on; I’m already on His team, and soon, He’s going to score a touchdown to end all touchdowns!  If you don’t know what I mean, I’m simply describing Jesus’ return and defeating the devil in football terms.  I think football can bring God glory, too; just look at Tim Tebow!