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"I am learning not to be passionate about empty things, but to cultivate passion for justice, grace, truth, and communicate the ideal that Jesus likes people and even loves them." --Donald Miller

Friday, December 23, 2005

Christmas Time

I would rather drive on Pelham Road during lunch, Haywood Road on a Saturday, and Woodruff Road at 5:30 than drive on Clemson Blvd right now. It sucks so bad. Why must Anderson feel that it can only extend itself on this one road. Are we not intelligent enough to find Best Buy or Walmart on a road other than Clemson Blvd. Aughhhh.

On a positive note. New Spring's Christmas eve service (which I did not attend on Christmas eve) was great. As I stood in the back, I watch a packed house focus on Jesus Christ. It was good.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Christmas Spirit

My homeroom adopted a 4 year old to support during Christmas. We raised money and then I went to Target to get him his gifts. First, he's four. I don't know what 4 year olds are like. Second, he's a he. I can't even buy for guys my age let alone 4 year old boys. So, I called mom. We got him the coolest stuff. I hope he likes it. He wanted an esclade with real spinners but my budget said no. That thing was like $75!
Anyway, here is my soapbox for today. While I was at Target I got very frustrated. People were arguing about money and how someone else was getting more than them. Families were being ugly to each other (in public) etc. Please, this season, can't we forget ourselves for a while? Adopt a child, do toys for tots, give money to a needy family at church, cook for someone, give money to salvation army or somewhere. We must think beyond ourselves. What may be a cute pair of shoes for us could be food for someone else.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Don't speak what you don't Wish

I have two new things to talk about today. Ready? Ok.

First, last Thursday I realized that I am obsessed with TV. At any given time, I could probably tell you what I could be watching. For example, on Moday its CSI-Miami, Tuesday is House and Sex and the City, Wednesday is CSI-NY (which I don’t really like) and Sex and the City again (same episodes, I know), Thursday is CSI-Las Vegas and W/out a trace, and in between all of this I flip like crazy. I live through Gilmore Girls and I could watch CSI-Las Vegas, Law and Order SVU, and the Food Network constantly. Oh yea, don’t forget VH1. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Terrible right? I do not claim that this is a good thing. And, just to try to rationalize my behavior I am always doing work during these hours of tv. I grade papers and make tests and stuff like that. However, there is really no excuse. I have no quiet. Quiet makes you think which leads to painful realizations about yourself.
Anyway, back to Thursday. Thursday I told Jesus that I was spending way too much time with the tv and not enough with Him. The first thing I do when I wake up is turn on the tv, not spend time in meditation with Him. Not a good road to travel. Sex and the City CANNOT be my god. Anyway, I told Jesus the tv comment in passing and didn’t think a thing about it. I continued on in my tvaholic ways.
So, Friday night I went to watch my students play basketball, went to Randy’s and hung out, and then went home. I fell asleep to the tv. Saturday morning I got up, flipped on my one year old awesome Toshiba tv on and got ready to go a wedding. Went to the wedding (more about that later) and came home. I flipped on my tv and guess what? Nothing, that’s what. The little red light came on and went right back off. My tv is broken. SuperBatman (aka Daddy) came to check it out yesterday and he confirmed something is defiantly wrong. God has such a sense of humor. I am tvless, musicless, and weatherless. I deserved it.

Secondly, my friend Daniel and I drove all the way to Blair, South Carolina to go to a wedding. We arrived to the church 30 minutes early. That’s pretty good for I us. We have plenty of time, right? Wrong. We were escorted into a room with about 100 other people. What was at the front of the room? A big screen tv. We watched the wedding on tv. I felt like I was in the overflow room at church. Pretty amazing. Apparently, this church had sentimental value to the bride and it was very old. The church only held about 70 people so the other 100 of us watched it through the gift of video camera. I’ve never heard of this before. It was awesome.

Monday, November 28, 2005

The hope of our future

So, I'm sitting at my desk and my room is full of students. I am not teaching but my room is being used by a roaming teacher. It's the Monday after Thanksgiving break. I've decided that Thanksgiving is a tease. You get out of school and it's so wonderful...but wait you still have three weeks of school left until the REAL break. Bummer.
I am truly concerned about America and its future. Are my kids the future of this country? Boy are we in trouble. I am an easy teacher. I bend over backwards to help my students. I really do. I live at this school and a I am willing to help in any way I can. However, one class average is a 65. Ummm, thats failing by the way. Do they care? No, not at all. I gave my students a project to help their averages. They had to create an ABC booklet. The booklet needed color, creativity, and math orentation. I even gave a rubric and a glossary to help. The students had 3 45 minute class periods to do it in. What did I get when all was said and done? Crap, just crap. Now I have to subject myself to grading crap! What am I going to do???
My students have no work ethic what so ever! Granted, it is not all their fault. Where are their parents? Do they really not care about their offspring? What the crap?!

Three more weeks until Christmas break.
I know, I know, I should be thankful for having a job!
If one more person tells me that teachers have it easy and that we get off at 3:30, I will slug them!

Friday, November 11, 2005

I need a hug

I need a hug.

This may seem like no big deal to anyone else but it is to me. For years I have been "no touchy." I didn't really enjoy hugs, cuddles, or any touching of any kind. I cringed when people forgot this very large detail about me and went in for the side, frontal, or any other wierd position. I've dealt with this phobia for a while now and I've come to a couple conclusions.

First, I realize that I created my "no touchy" to protect myself from pain. However, I'm coming out of the phase. I realize that I enjoy hugging people and being close to them. Now, don't get carried away. I will still beat you for touching my hair or making me feel smothered. The penalty is death for these. I think that time is the most healing piece of the puzzle. God has done a huge healing process on me and its taken a long time. He's comforted my soul and held me in his arms as I've fallen. I have slowly emereged a different person, than before. I realize this through my hugs. They are much more freely given because my wounds are no longer open sores but merely scars. Scars are sometimes tender. Tender is much better than flowing with blood and pain.

So though the healing process I am becoming proud of my scars. Scars are interesting and they always have a story behind them. I like that. As I appreciate my community that surrounds me I can hug them with no fear of bleeding out because my God has done the bleeding for me.

For those of you huggy people who refuse to respect my bubble--thank you. You have helped being Jesus in the flesh.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

All the Way

When somebody loves you
It’s no good unless he loves you
- all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you
- all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That’s how it’s got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue see is
That’s how deep it goes - if it’s real
When somebody needs you
It’s no good unless he needs you
- all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years
- come what may
Who know where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you’ll let me love you
It’s for sure I’m gonna love you
- all the way, all the way

(Ole' Blue Eyes)

Monday, October 03, 2005

I have a NEW CAR

So, I finally got a new car. Its been a long time coming and Bertha is finally laid to rest. I know I'm supposed to be excited and I really am but I feel a real sense of grief. Bertha and I survived everything together. College, near death experiences, the fire, Crossroads, boyfriends, traveling, and hauling everyone around. I feel like I'm cheating on her or trading her in for a better model. How would I feel if someone did that to me? Now, my dad is like "Rachel, it is a piece of metal!" but I just can't see it that way. This new car and I have yet to bond. What if we never do? How terrible. Anyway, I think something is wrong with me. I have problems like this all the time. I feel bad for a pair of shoes if their not being worn. Shoes were made to be worn and if I'm not wearing them then I am helping them not fulfill their purpose in life. We all know how terrible it is to not be fulfilling our purpose. If I hold my purse in one hand then I make sure to hold it in the other too. Just to be even. Anyway, I hope you get a kick out of my oddness. And, I hope me and the new ride bond b/c I am really saddend by this. Pray that Bertha doesn't get bought by some trashy redneck family who smokes in her. I don't think she can handle it.