tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51623500692332202042024-02-20T00:40:27.839-08:00Voyage of the sojournerThoughts and experiences from daily life.Gabriel Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162350069233220204.post-6776364605696292722010-05-29T02:27:00.001-07:002010-06-02T15:01:13.676-07:00A quick jump inside my head.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Sometimes I wish I could talk to birds, only to share with them how much I hate them. </span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- I wonder how I would react if my life were like Truman Burbank's.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Is it possible to turn into a leprechaun? Every so often when I find some straggling red facial hair. I also found out that anytime I try to do a british accent, it ends up sounding irish. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Sometimes you can't judge strangers based on if they go for a handshake or a hug. Handshakes are for ugly people.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- When i'm in an uncomfortable environment and don't know people, I just introduce myself as Allen, so nobody can find me on facebook.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Whenever I walk around campus, I just assume everyone is married. Christian colleges have the "ring by spring" catch phrase for a reason. I'm pretty sure that post people that graduate from a Christian college are in their 3rd year of marriage. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- I appreciate dentists, but I still don't think they're doctors. If I were shot in the stomach saving a persons life and was surrounded by a college professor, a dentist, and a paleontologist, i'd be screwed. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Is there such thing as a "good" pimp?</span></b></span></div>Gabriel Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162350069233220204.post-71369064691546807352010-05-29T01:36:00.000-07:002010-06-02T15:01:28.968-07:00When I was employed<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It blows me away how so many things can change in a year, but when I look at it being a course of 365 days, it makes a little more sense how things can change. When I look back to where God lead me last summer, it makes excited to see where he leads me this summer.</span></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never in my life would I have ever expected to have a paid position working in ministry. Primarily because I didn't (and still don't) have a college degree. But last summer I was blessed with an opportunity to work in student ministries at a church close to home. I was scared that no one on staff would like me, and that the students would think I was a complete moron (not to be confused with mormon). It was amazing to see how quick I was to feel right at home. I had a great team on staff to work with, and best of all, all the students were awesome. Long story short, the plug was pulled on that church and I was out of the job. On the last day, as a congregation we combined the main service with the youth service, and they brought some of us on staff, and just shared some memories. When it came to my turn, I just looked at all the students (middle school through high school), and hoped that I was as big of a blessing as they were to me.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Flash forward to the present times, I just finished school, and I have no idea where God will lead me, but when I look back to last summer I'm sure it will be as big of a surprise as last year was.</span></b></span></div><div><br /></div>Gabriel Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162350069233220204.post-65719947228709957922010-05-26T00:52:00.000-07:002010-06-02T15:01:46.912-07:00What a God he must be.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. (Genesis 1:31)</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">God was delighted with what he made, but did I ever stop to do the same thing? I realized that I never stopped to appreciate the beauty of God's creation. God rejoices in the works of creation because they praise him, but also because creation is a reflection of his glory. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">God intends us to be in awe by his work of creation. Now, I can finally look at his creation and think: If the work of his hands reflect his wisdom, power, majesty and beauty, I can't help but say, "What a beautiful God there must be".</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; white-space: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPE9OnxyZNI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPE9OnxyZNI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span>Gabriel Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816noreply@blogger.com0