Christ-like

I have recently been reading the book Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. It is really an amazing book, and it makes me think. I have been thinking about Christianity, love, life, and oh so much more. There is a part in the book about how he and some friends set up a confession booth one day. It wasn't so that people could confess to the Christians and be forgiven, it was so that as Christians they could confess and be forgiven. They confessed to not being perfect. They apologized for having done wrong things and for having been imperfect examples of Christ and giving Him a bad name. they apologized for the crusades and the judgement that so many Christians hold on others. I thought it was amazing really. We as Christians can get so caught up in ourselves and in how we are doing the right thing, and how we are saved, and forgiven and going to heaven, and how the rest of the world sucks because they are sinners and won't ask to be forgiven because they don't think they have done anything wrong. We judge when God clearly tells us that He is the only judge. We hold grudges just like the next guy. And, contrary to popular belief, we sin, yes, we sin, and no, not only on tuesdays. We gossip, we covet, we compare ourselves to others. We may not have sex with our boyfriend, we may not be having an affair, we may not have a crush on someone of the same sex as ourselves, but we are just as wrong. We are forgiven. Don't forget that. We are not perfect, just forgiven, because God, being full of His out-of-this-world type love and grace, grabbed our hearts and allowed us see where we had done wrong and where He desires for us to be mended, and then He went on to forgive us. We are called to love, not judge. We are called to love for the sake of loving, not for the sake of getting anything out of it. If we love everyone we meet, we are not losing anything. They may not come to know God, they may not ever step foot in a church, they might even commit suicide in 2 days, but we know that we loved them. If only for the moment that we knew them, we loved them as Christ loves us. So, from me to you, I ask your forgiveness for failing as an example of Christ. I have not been who I am called to be. I have not loved as I am called to love. I have judged when it is not my place to judge. But, with God's help and gentle, and sometimes not so gentle nudges and reminders along the way, I will hopefully, one day, be an example of the Christ-like person that I am called to be.

Goodbye My Love

It was a sad day on January 28, 2007 for Patti and her beloved Patti-Wagon. Patti-Wagon was taken away from Patti by some evil doers in the city of Edmonton Alberta. Patti, like any other lover, searched high and low, not wanting to miss any hints of where Patti-Wagon might have gone. Patti even journeyed to the local Law Enforcment agency to report her missing love. After a sleepless night, Patti called her insurance people, to see what needed to be done in the event that Patti-Wagon did not reunite with Patti in the nearest of futures. After 2 painful weeks of mourning, Patti must say a heartfelt farewell to Patti-Wagon, as it seems they shall never see eachother again. The insurance people will let Patti know in the next week of how much they will give her for the unfortunate loss of her first true love. Patti knows that no amount of money will fill the hole that is left in her heart, but it may help make it possible for Patti to find a new love one day. Patti-Wagon will be remembered forever with cherished memories of road trips and good times had by all who got to experience Patti-Wagon in all her glory.

Author's note: The 1986 Toyota camry seen above, is not the Patti-Wagon, but Patti sadly has no pictures of her beloved one.

tag, you're it

I guess I messed up and one of my tagees has already played and doesn't wanna do it again.. so I tag you! And by you, I mean Ang Allen, my dear Saskabertan friend....or maybe she is an Albertewanian.. either way, tag, your turn.

Toilette Tag...?

I have been tagged, and I don't exactly know what this means, but I think I am supposed to write 5 random facts about myself and then tag 2 people... so here goes.

1. I don't like cheese whiz. I honestly think the stuff is gross. I have never liked it. I mean, it is one of those things that every kid should like or something, but it is gross and when it is in a recepie, no matter how amazing this recepie has proven to be, I will think twice before embarking on a journey to remake said dish. (for the record I did have to use it this week to make an amazazing hashbrowns dish...)

2. I once broke my brother's finger. I don't mean like, whoops, I guess your finger is fractured, maybe we shouldn't play that again, kind of broken. I mean whoa, your finger is like demolished, and you're 11 and have to get plastic surgery type broken. In my defence, it was a total accident, and I had nightmares for a month.

3. I like to tell people that I knit when they ask what sort of hobbies I have because I think it sounds cool, but in all honesty, I have only ever successfully finished knittting 3 things... the last of which was finished before last Christmas.

4. I secretly.. or not so secretly enjoy making people do things they never thought they would do. Example, getting sunshine Jenny all dressed up for the CLBI Christmas choir concert. Another example, having Patrik, the Swiss kid, who hates being known as the Swiss kid, come over and watch stupid movies that Angela and I convince him are amazing, like the Mighty Ducks...all 3 of them...(we have watched 1 and 2, so the end is near...until I can think of another oh so amazing movie to watch)

5. My secret ambition in life is to travel all over the world, teaching everyone I meet how to play toilette tag, until it is so popular and loved that it becomes the newest Olympic event!


I guess it has come time for me to tag 2 people. I choo choo choose you! (and by you I mean Heather Manamana Morey, and Ashley Nooksack (last name unknown)