Reckless Christian

-Romans 15:20- It has always been my ambition to preach the gospel where Christ was not known, so that I would not be building on someone else's foundation.

I realize I have been missing in Blogland for while. I just haven't had anything to share or say. I wondered why that is. I came to the conclusion that I mostly post about my active love in Haiti or my active relationship with Christ. I haven't been to Haiti in a while.. so, does that mean that I haven't been so active in my Walk? I was determined to get to the bottom of this. I began to rummage through my old posts. I made it to last April to my Ambition post, and realized I haven't been taking my own advise. I haven't been ambitious. Therefore I have had nothing to say.

As Christians need to stand out. How will we get the message out to others? It will only be our own fault if no one discovers the Name of Jesus Christ. We need to be different – different in a noticeable way, or we will have no effect. Our generation needs to leave a mark or we are not bearing fruit so we cannot multiply as the Lord has asked of us. People need Christians – bold Christians to show them that there is hope and strength, but it only lies in the Hands of a True Savior. We need to get over ourselves, stop worrying if we will look like a fool if we say we love Jesus. Because, we are fools, but He loves us anyway. Christians need to be the hand reaching out to those in need, an imitation of Jesus’ hand. We “must go on loving and loving and giving and giving until it hurts – the way Jesus did. Do ordinary things with extraordinary love.” [Mother Teresa]

And what's worse... "the ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire." Luke 3:9. In Matthew 10 Christ already gives us the ok to go and spread the word. He said GO! So, lets go and never stop.

We need to, first, die so we can live for and in Him. Second, breathe in His Word so we know what He wants us to do now that we're alive. And, three, be loud. We need to be reckless and then people will see we're different. Then people will see that there's hope in a Savior, and every one of us needs a Savior to get by in this world populated with sinners.

picture tagged - for angela

okay, angela tagged me for a game that has reached our end in blogland. here's how it goes: you go to your pictures, choose the fourth file, choose the fourth picture, post it, and then tell everyone about it.

this was the picture i found. its a picture of my cousin makenna. its an older picture, today she's two years old and a lot bigger. with her is her daddy and my uncle, scott. he pretty much looks the same. :) i'm pretty sure her mommy, his wife, my aunt kristen took the picture. this was one of those pictures that they sent to people over email to keep in touch with their lives and the beautiful life of makenna. the family just had a new addition to the family, makenna is a big sister now to baby ethan (none of us knew about him yet). i love all of 'em.

now i need to tag four more people - and yes, you have to participate:

hannah w.

baby judah g.

megan h.

cara b. and cara g. (i figure they share a name, they can share a tag right?)

have fun!

Lets be Wiser in this Election

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the senator.

"'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

Now it's time to visit heaven. So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity." The senator reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean, heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell." So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted."

Megan

Well, Megan shipped off to Haiti today, finally! Kidding. We loved having you Megan, and love you even more than we love having you.

She stayed for a little over a week.
I remember Wednesday, August 30th - excuse me, the 27th, I got in the car after school and Mom said we had a guest on her way over. I had absolutely no idea who it could be. When I heard it was Megan I was really really excited.
So I rushed in the door and cleaned my room. And before I knew it it was 9:30 and Megan walked in - completely consuming my room with her stuff, as she so bluntly put it.

Ah, yes. Long days of Angel House blog-making, Mac Photobooth, being soaked worse than Noah and his Ark on the front of the boat, Starbucks, Subway, the beach, farts and roses, 'enormous pressure' and 'horrible guesstimating', Fredric Frankenstein and werewolves.

I really loved sharing my room with you, Megan. It looks so empty now. :(

We love you, Megan. We're praying for you as God uses you in marvelous ways! You'll be amazing. Come back to us soon!!

Mia

Today is Mia's seventh birthday! She's getting so big, though her mouth is growing along with her. Her relationship with God is pretty impressive for a seven year old. In her eyes sassy is classy and she lives by it often. But she is such an aspiring seven year old with her intelligence. She's a work of art that's for sure. Mia knows that she's all that.. and 2 bags of chips. :)

Pure Nata

40% Smile... 30% Sun Shine... 20% Laughter... 10% Crazy = 100% Nata

Oh! And don't froget 100% Underwear...

100% sure that this is my favorite picture from my trip!

Crazy Night

One night the amazing Kaitlyn, her amazing mom -Karen, and my amazing mom were out for dinner. It was just Sandy, the kids, nannies and myself. Mr. Electricity was absent that night too. I'm not sure why exactly, but the kids were going cra-zy! I thought it was hilarious so I pulled out the camera. I couldn't see the pictures until after I took it because of the flash, but I good ones...

Um... yeah...

Everyone piled onto the stairs because they all wanted their picture taken. They were chanting some song that I am sure was not Creole. More of a kids-out-of-control song.

Awesome action shot! (Note: Fritzon in midst of his leap).

Gotta love those kids!