Right, I'm still here after 9 months.
Lots have happened
In January, I've recruited my Player 2.
In March, I came back from a Mission Trip to the Philippines
On the 15th of June, I preached my first sermon on Father's Day
In July, I attended the Vision camp and my first seminary class
Lots have happened.
Will keep you all updated
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Behold, a New Year hath come!
Greetings and salutations to all my readers, welcome to 2014.
The good news is that you will all continue to receive good news.
The bad news is that its probably going to get worse, but don't take it straight up from a pessimist.
I apologize for not writing sooner, as I was just done handling dengue its ass.
It was tough fighting, and I sometimes thought of the possibility of an early retirement from life.
But never once did I flinch, or turn the trembling cheek. Jon never backs down from death.
We have a mutual understanding, Death and I. She has no power over me because of my boss.
My boss is the boss of Death, and we know we don't mess with the boss.
She does her thing, and I do mine. We have a truce.
Sometimes I stray into her dominion, and she's tempted to take me.
But I stare her down and she knows the Boss is watching. He's ever watchful.
Kinda like Sauron, but good like Gandalf, and a million times awesomer.
The staredown we last had was when I got hit with dengue last Christmas
It was weird, I wasn't cold in the office. Its always cold in the office.
Then the Nerf war began. It was a marvelous slaughter.
But I pushed myself over my physical limitations, and the fever struck.
For a week I was tied down with trippy dreams.
And always her, calling out to me my name, O Death.
However, I dreamt of another one calling my name.
Its weird, cos I don't even recall hearing her voice.
It was like she was mouthing the words or something
Trippy dreams, I kid you not. The facehugger was the last one.
She was just there, drinking beer and staring out to sea
I was about to say something about the night sky
Then some dude strolling the sands got jumped
And we knew, oh we knew what it was, and out of the picnic basket
We drew, we aimed, and we popped our pieces in unison
We couldn't save the man, though,
So we administered the coup de grace
And from that trippyness I awoke.
Thus begins my new year-
Trippy dreams, Nerf wars, Gamer chicks
Grazie, Dio, per la mia vita.
The good news is that you will all continue to receive good news.
The bad news is that its probably going to get worse, but don't take it straight up from a pessimist.
I apologize for not writing sooner, as I was just done handling dengue its ass.
It was tough fighting, and I sometimes thought of the possibility of an early retirement from life.
But never once did I flinch, or turn the trembling cheek. Jon never backs down from death.
We have a mutual understanding, Death and I. She has no power over me because of my boss.
My boss is the boss of Death, and we know we don't mess with the boss.
She does her thing, and I do mine. We have a truce.
Sometimes I stray into her dominion, and she's tempted to take me.
But I stare her down and she knows the Boss is watching. He's ever watchful.
Kinda like Sauron, but good like Gandalf, and a million times awesomer.
The staredown we last had was when I got hit with dengue last Christmas
It was weird, I wasn't cold in the office. Its always cold in the office.
Then the Nerf war began. It was a marvelous slaughter.
But I pushed myself over my physical limitations, and the fever struck.
For a week I was tied down with trippy dreams.
And always her, calling out to me my name, O Death.
However, I dreamt of another one calling my name.
Its weird, cos I don't even recall hearing her voice.
It was like she was mouthing the words or something
Trippy dreams, I kid you not. The facehugger was the last one.
She was just there, drinking beer and staring out to sea
I was about to say something about the night sky
Then some dude strolling the sands got jumped
And we knew, oh we knew what it was, and out of the picnic basket
We drew, we aimed, and we popped our pieces in unison
We couldn't save the man, though,
So we administered the coup de grace
And from that trippyness I awoke.
Thus begins my new year-
Trippy dreams, Nerf wars, Gamer chicks
Grazie, Dio, per la mia vita.
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