Sam

My dearest Sam has taken his last blow. A friend through many trials, he always sounded good and was a willing tool in my ambitions to express myself. I wrote him a lament, and will probably use him to play it. He sounds bad, his action is just plain ugly, and I can't afford to fix him.

When we're in heaven him and I are going to play. And he's going to sound great, and my voice will never crack, and all his scratches and cracks will be fixed and my fingers will never get sore and his strings will never break and we're going to praise our King and dance on the streets that are golden together.

Guitars are my my favourite. They are reliable, predictable, and primitive enough for me. I would explain what I mean by that, but bed is calling, and so is finishing the writing of Sam's lament. Good night. Enjoy your music. Bond with your instrument while it sounds good, because the day may come when it doesn't.

the fifth commandment

Saying the fifth commandment over and over in my head saved me from doing something really stupid this morning. I'm going to memorize more Scripture.

My idea is to host a youth group/young people's leader's conference at Campfire! !
I want to see if we can get a bunch of leaders from all different churches to come up for a weekend, and devote themselves to leading the youth of their church to God, and to learn how to practically do so! What do you guys think? I want to host it sometime at the beginning of next study season. Hopefully churches can sponsor their youth group leaders to come, and it will be a wonderful experience! That's the plan i have right now anyway, I'm still trying to come up with details.

an idea

I had a blockbuster idea in chruch this afternoon, and I like the way it's making me feel. Ideas are great.

fact and fiction

The truth is that I have never been better.
The truth is that I have never felt worse.
The truth is that feelings are lies.