Currently Watching U2 Go Home - Live From Slane Castle (Limited Edition Packaging) see related

that's it, xanga is dead and no more

it's time to move on

here lies dcbfan123456

November 2, 2004 - February 12, 2006.

resurection for a moment here are my dying words:   www.xanga.com/swimtowardsshore

once again ressurectted to bring you yet another link, with some of our music:  www.myspace.com/swimtowardsshoremusic .  Download, let all your friends hear them and tell us what you think.

Currently Listening Achtung Baby By U2 Ultravoliet Light (Light My Way) see related

I Remember when We could Sleep on Stones

Currently Listening B-Sides By Damien Rice Delicate see related

i feel my audience is dwindling from small to smaller, but nonetheless here's some food for thought or something like that:

i've been reading through the gospels again, and i must admit; the message of salvation Jesus preaches seems so much different than what i hear.  I'm not saying what i hear isn't correct; it is, but Jesus makes the facts seem so much more relational.  When Jesus presents the gospel he says something like "I am a Shepard and you are my sheep", or "no can take away what is the fathers, and I and the father are one" or "I am living water come drink, and thirst no more,"  "I am the bridegroom and you are my bride"  the idea goes one.  but it's so different than the little tracks and five point gospel presentation we hear, with all the facts.  I'm not saying the tracks are bad, i have nothing against the tracks.  but it just seems weird; there is something about the gospel that is very relational.  very very relational.  the gospel that Jesus talks about is not something that solves a problem or works as a formula, it's him giving him for us, so that we may eat of his flesh and drink of his blood.  and to be honest it's kind of intimidating i think.

and also there is no middle ground with Jesus; there's no believe and then go do whatever kind of thing, He never says "believe", and he never says "here's a bunch of things to do and if you do enough you will get to heaven."  he says come follow me, or come and drink from me a well of living water.  he calls us to follow him as disciples, nothing more and nothing less.  once again it's kind of intimidating

one more thing then I'll stop i promise:  although this whole thing is quite frightful, i like it i think.  You see there are times in life when reality sets in and knocks us on our butts, and it hurts to much to get up for a moment, though it seems like forever.  and at these times, mathematic propositions and science, Darwin, Immanuel Kant, and all that stuff is no help, they leave us lying there; but this whole relational thing can pull us through, even when things are beyond logic.  Systematic theology (though good to an extent i think) can not pull me through these times; I've tried and it doesn't work.  but Jesus and all that he says somehow seems to always pick me up again, hold me close to his chest for a moment and remind me that there are nails in his hand, and a wound in his side so that i could follow after him and that he is not going to let me give up, because my world is seemingly falling apart. 

i smell like an orange, passion peach spray, and carmel apple cider.

Currently Listening Best of 1990-2000/B-Sides By U2 Lady With the Spinning Head (Extended Dance Mix) see related

i just walked across the campus to my car, and unbeknown to my attention it was raining.  I must say i was completely unprepared, i did not expect for my warm cup of coffee to be ruined or for my feet to become so cold and wet.  I suppose this is my own fault for wearing flip flops in February, but priorities sometimes are a must.

At first i was quite miserable, i typically don't like the rain or the cold, however as i passed Thompson Hall two things struck me; first this girl that i have found myself attracted to whom i hardly know, and just met seems like the kind of person who would get out in the muck and water and just enjoy it like none other (She might not i don't really know, but she just seems like that kind of a person).  My mood immediately got better, and the rain seemed so much nicer.  it's funny how those kind of things work.  The second was perhaps of a little greater consequence.  If life is really about enjoying God, then this rain had to play some sort of role in that.  I stopped by a tree before i crossed Bruce street.  Underneath the tree a rather large puddle was assembling, and in it were air bubble.  I watched as the air bubbles would rise and then pop, never lasting for a moment.  I just stood there for perhaps 5 or 10 minutes, and watched the bubbles pop.  there over my prejudice of rain, all of the sudden the world seemed quite lovely when filled with water. 

after a while my feet began to get cold because i was standing in the puddle, and my feet were quite consumed.  my clothes are now soaked, and my hair is still wet. but for a moment, i think i was in love with life.