A slightly more real post

Ok, here is a slightly more real post, this is a poem from the
www.24-7prayer.com website:

THE VISION

So this guy comes up to me and says "what's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this…

The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.

You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.

They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They
are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no
passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their
strange existence.

They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?
The
vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and
adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to
reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is
dangerously pure.


Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose

that they might one day win
the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.

Such
heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't
need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the
crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"


And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground


And the army is discipl(in)ed.

Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".


Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

And the generation prays


like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever
it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from
its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious
little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers
cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is
powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the
cockerel cries.


They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside.

On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?

They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,



they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.

Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo's! Summon the
losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire
in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow,
mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their
prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of
Eden.


And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How
do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning
of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My
distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!' from
countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from Christ himself. And he
is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.

Guaranteed.

Not a real post

Testing this Performing blog tool thingy.  I know I know, I should make a real post.

FUEL

SNOW DAY!!!

I can't believe how much snow we have gotten. This railing was clear before this little snow storm started, and it's still coming down!

Who invented what?

So, apparently Muslims invented everything. Now I am not to say that many important inventions didn't come from the middle east. But this site/show/book seems to want to indicate that pretty much anything you can think of came from MUSLIMS, not just the middle east but muslims. Despite the fact that the Islamic faith did not begin until 700 A.D., a lot of these inventions they are claiming as muslim were actually chinese and pre-islam middle east. Ah well, would we be human if we didn't try to rewrite history to suit ourselves?

Random friday night. thoughts

It's friday night and as usual here I am all alone... sigh... guess I will blog.

Go here: ObjectDock to give your windows PC a bit of a Mac OS feel, it's a cool little applet that I am finding pretty useful. I have almost zero icons on my desktop now.

For the record I am NOT watching 'Shall We Dance' starring Richard Gere and Jennifer Lopez right now.

Anyone remember Junkyard Wars? That was a good show... once it moved to America it was all downhill from there but still a good show. Rico says that Mythbusters has filled the void left in his heart by Junkyard Wars. While I agree that Mythbusters is a very entertaining show it doesn't quite live up to the ingenuity displayed by those people sifting through mounds of scrap to make a tank or an airplane (yes there was one episode of the american version where teams made airplanes from scrap, and they all got up in the air if I remember correctly). I think I remmember an episode of the American Junkyard Wars that was like a cross country race. Three teams started in one junkyard, made a car loaded it up with junk then had to race a few hundred miles to another junkyard where they had to modify their vehicle to do some task then race to another yard a few hundred miles away etc. etc. Too bad that show didn't last, I'd still be watching it.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion officially comes out in 10 days.

I bought three Star Trek movies today for $11 each. Couldn't turn that down, they were collectors editions even, I am a sucker for 'collectors' editions. Strangly enough these are the first Star Trek DVD products I have purchased. I got First Contact, Insurrection, and Nemesis. Granted perhaps only First Contact was worth owning, but still, Star Trek... $11... irresitable.

I put gas in my car today, 3/4 of a tank was $33. That seems like a lot to me.

Who here hasn't played a pen and paper role playing game a la Dungeons and Dragons, raise your hand. Well you should, you don't know what your missing. Last week we had eight people at our D&D session and it was a blast. We went on way longer than we expected to just because people were actually role playing instead of just getting to the fighting, lots of laughs. If any of you virgins out there want to try let me know, I've got D&D and Star Wars. Anyone who likes reading or movies would like a role playing game, I think people are just afraid of the 'geek' stereo-types that have been heaped on rpg's.

Tomorrow is Star Wars marathon day! We are watching all six Star Wars movies at my brother Keith's house. Should be a good time and really neat watching the whole story end to end.

I like Ikea.

Nelly Furtado, where is your new album? Mike and I are still waiting.

I think I need a new hobby.

Is it just me or is Harry Potter getting uglier as he gets older?

Are you bored yet? I might be running out of random things to blog about, at least for tonight. All right, I guess I am done.

One

Johari Window

Go here: http://kevan.org/johari?name=benscarbeau

And tell me what you think I am.


Also, check this out, tre hilarious: Broken escalator - directors cut

Brain Dump

So this week marks the start of 4 consecutive weeks in which there is a game coming out that I intend to purchase. This week was Battle for Middle-earth II, next week is Ghost Recon: Advanced War Fighter (or GWAR as I am calling it, GWAR sounds cooler than GRAWF... although... GRAWF... hmmm... that does sound cool GRAWF), then The Outfit, then it's the biggie, The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion... I am expecting that one to blow my mind and keep me occupied for many months. I am trying to keep my expectations low so that my enjoyment will be high (the universal law of expectations vs. enjoyment, the lower your expectations the more you will enjoy something, even if it's not that great, rarely do video games or movies live up to high expectations).

New Blogs

Look to the right, you'll see some new Blogs. Awesome dude Graeme, cool cats Chris and Kirsten, and the lovely Joey.

Posting just for the sake of posting.

So, how's things? Good, good. So, ah, ya. Nothing much new here, back to work after vacation, it's ok, I didn't die as was the running theory. I rearanged my room, got a free wall mount for my T.V. from Best Buy due to their false advertising (thanks dad). Still thinking about going back to school, downloaded application form from U of A. Think that the university application process is a form of test in and of itself, I'm betting they figure if you can figure out what you want and how to ask for it your prolly good to go. It appears things have changed, it does not appear that there is a strictly Fine Arts program at U of A anymore, now it is a BA in Art and Design, or maybe I am just looking in the wrong place, failing their little test already heh. What else, what else... hmmmm... I got a new action figure, it is a Valkyrie from the Conan series. I have really cut down my figure buying, I must be getting more mature heh. I used to want to get complete series of things, now I am content getting just the figures that are the most appealing to me. I will never catch up to Brian heh, although I hear he has gotton off the wagon... or is that on the wagon as well. That just leaves Keith out of triumverate of action figure addicts. Oh, and for those of you out there who think action figures are lame and like to make fun of us, this whole 'stamping' craze you are all into right now totally brings us to the same level so your rights of ridicule have been revoked, not that they were valid in the first place :D. Hmmm... I guess that's all.

What I'm listening to.

Kutless - Strong Tower



Flame - Rewind

March - FUEL - Unplugged - Be There!

Valentines

Valentines, Schmalentines. Bah Humbug!

Xbox 360

Hey look! My Xbox 360 gamer tag to the right there.

Survivor: Panama - Exile Island

It's all about Mr. Miyagi... I mean Bruce this time around. Bonzai!




http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_bruce.shtml

Happy Birthday Rico

Rico, Frederico, Rico-Suave, Fred, Brett, to you all, Happy 23rd Birthday.


Proof that he is a geek, here he is playing hero-clix with us. Buy some new ones with your birthday money Rico, I don't want to see Swamp Thing, Green Lantern or that Ming guy anymore heh :D

J-Doug's B-Day Par-tay!

Here are some pics from Jonah's birthday party.


Happy birthday, here's a balloon to the face.


He liked his card.


He liked opening the presents although he would not leave torn wrapping on the floor he had to put each piece into the garbage bag as it was torn off. It was cute, we'll see how long his tidyness lasts.


Mmmmm.... cake. He was saying 'Cheese' for the camera.


Jonah got a piano for his birthday along with a lot of other Rad stuff. His uncle Brett got him the batcave mini tent with inflatable matress, he loved it.


Rock on Jonah, Rock on!

Youth-a-palooza

BE THERE!

Happy Birthday J-Doug!!!!

Today is my nephew Jonah's birthday. He is 2. He rocks, even if he is a cranky pants sometimes. Rock on J-Doug, happy B-Day. Your fun uncle Ben loves ya.