Dec 30, 2011

Ghosts of Christmas Past

The Kroll cousins have done a lot of these candidly terrible Christmas photos. This one is from family Christmas 2011, and features [left to right] myself, Katelyn, and Kristen.

Here are a few of my other favourites:

2009 - Kristen, Steven, myself

2007- Wes, Steven, Kristen, Me, Katelyn
My favourite thing about this picture is what happened afterwards. Everyone was pretty wet, as is usually the case when you release 5 teenagers into the snow. However, Steven and Wes had been wearing jeans and didn't have extra snow stuff on. When they returned inside, they both took their pants off, Wes (Katelyn's now fiancee) wore a pair of Grandpa's jeans, and Steve covered himself up with a bright pink towel while Grandma put the wet clothes in her dryer. 

I think this was 2006.

As you can see, we've had some pretty good photos done in the last five years. It's a tradition I am sure we will keep up, as it just produces the funniest pictures.

And don't worry, being the good generational dutch family we are, there are many more cousins on that side of the family. See?

Word of the Day: Rain

Quote of the Day: "I am grammatically appalled."

Dec 21, 2011


All the way from Germany...

That's one big Christmas Kinder Surprise! Thanks Micha!

Word of the Day: Oma

Quote of the Day: "You know what's not funny, male pattern baldness!" Chandler, from Friends

Dec 19, 2011

Nice one, Google.

No, I guess one doesn't, does one...

Word of the Day: Ptolemy

Quote of the Day: "The internet is composed of 80% porn, 15% cat videos, and 5% everything else." Jon Macdonald

Dec 18, 2011

Yep, its a snow sky.

Today I watched Hairspray because I didn't feel like studying. All the while, keeping an eye on the greying sky hovering over Ancaster.

Hairspray is one of those movies that will make me laugh everytime I watch it. It's just so hilarious, and its cast is excellent. You can't get much better than Christopher Walken, Queen Latifah, Amanda Bynes, Elijah Kelley, Michelle Pfiffer, Brittany Snow, Zac Efron, James Marsden (insert little heart here) and John Travolta. It's no Christmas classic, but it'll do, pig, it'll do.

One of my favourite Christmas movie moments, though, comes to us from ELF.

Aha, I know how much my mother just *loves* Will Ferrell. But I think this movie is adorable.

Actually, now that I think about it, Christmas specials, movie moments, and Holiday cheer should be recognized. Here are some of my other favourites:

The Santa Clause with Tim Allen

Home Alone with Macauley Culkin

The Polar Express with Tom Hanks

The Sound of Music with Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews
(you're going to need to click the here to get the video)
It has always been a Christmas watch at our house.

The Nativity Story with Keisha Castle-Hughes

What are your Christmas favourites?

Word of the Day: relaxation

Quote of the Day: "Yep, it's a snow-sky." Abigail

Dec 16, 2011

Freud and Milton

They should never again be used in the same sentence. I can now completely understand why no one has ever bothered to put these two together in an academic paper before.

So, thought I, no secondary research means I get to have some creative liberties.

However, no secondary research means that I have been reading Freud's "Interpretation of Dreams" today, and NOT loving every minute of it. I'm not a psych student, so I don't entirely know what he is talking about some of the time.

Oh well, Academia, I love thee.

Word of the Day: Dreams...

Quote of the Day: "Desdemona was too sexy and too virtuous for her own good; better to be an alto and be both sexy and promiscuous, so that there is no question of the matter because everyone (read: men) wants an alto - soproanos are only ever good when they're on top; altos are more flexible." - Emily, Joel, and Maria.

Dec 13, 2011

Nativity Scene Fail

Thanks to my friend Reubin for pointing this out to me:

Can you figure out what is wrong with this picture?

Hint: Think 600 A.D.

Word of the Day: Milkshake

Quote of the Day: "Now that shit is reader response!"

Dec 12, 2011

The Luther Story

Luther is my new Betta. He was purchased in September, just before school began. Dan had Northrop for the summer, which was all snowfalls and roses until Northrop died. I have a hard time without a fish, now (emotional attachment issues), and I have a harder time remembering that Luther's name is Luther and not Northrop (I call him Northrop at least 4 times a week, and Amanda scoffs at me, every single time).

Well, seeing as I've been having camera problems (site earlier blog entry where I recounted my camera falling to the bottom of the lake), I decided just to pull off a photo of a blue betta fish (since Luther is blue), that resembled Luther most.

iStock photo. Borrowed from a website that had a lovely article about fish
and their habits. Thanks guys!

It actually very closely resembles Luther. He has the cool red fins close to his head. But his head is black, not light blue.

Now. Northrop was a wonderful fish. He truly was. He never complained, he was always exuded patience in the morning while waiting to be fed. He transfered well, and loved minding his own business.

Luther, on the other hand is a little rat. He loves Amanda's music, basically gives himself a concussion every morning while waiting for food, and doesn't have a strange hate of highlighters like Northrop did (which is good, I think). He has, however, a nasty habit of rearranging the bowl. I'm not kidding. He tends to get angry at the small aquarium marbles I have on the bottom, and often slaps them around the tank. He's even pushed one of the bigger rocks around, simply because it was blocking his favourite water-vine. He doesn't scare easily, and he hasn't been sick yet (I've changed the water once since I got him...)

It's humourous, really. I wrote a paper at my desk the other day and Luther decided to put on a show. I think he wanted attention, but he gave me a show. Luther bolted across the bowl, miscalculated depth perception, faceplanted into the glass, jolted back in surprise (I don't know what he was expecting), got caught in the reeds, wiggled himself out, and repeated the whole thing several (and by several, I mean at least 15) times.

He's entertaining though. Peppy. I like peppy.

Word of the Day: Mock

Quote of the Day: "Congratulations, Amanda!" (There's a story here)

Dec 11, 2011

So many good things...

So many good things happen when it snows.

- My first (real) kiss.
- Christmas
- A sparkling world.
- Entering Narnia
- Snow-ball fights
- Hot Chocolate with friends.
- Pretty walks.
- Icicles.
- It snowed on my first birthday.

I came out of my Classical History class and the ground was covered. And I stood there in the snow and let it fall on my face. Just stood there for about ten minutes in the middle of Redeemer's academic building parkinglot, face to the sky, letting the flakes fall on my face. In fact, I'm fairly sure I looked a little something like this:

In my imagination, I'm fairly sure that is what the night looked like. 

The night ended with a parking-lot wide snowball fight sometime around midnight, pelting our friend from Zimbabwe (who had never seen snow), with the wettest, most amazing first-snow snowballs. 

Now, we are entering into our weeks of exams. I am 3 exams, one issue of The Crown, and 2 final papers away from Christmas break. Then I have an unreasonable amount of novels to read for my second semester courses. 

Word of the Day: Coffee

Quote of the Day: "Tonight's the night the world begins again." Googoo Dolls, Better Days

Dec 4, 2011

Soundtracks for Papers.

My weekend:

wake up. write paper. repeat.

This has been one of the worst weeks I have ever had in terms of homework and life stuff. The life-stuff I can't really get into, but it sufficiently affected the time frame I had to work on my papers.

Monday marks the end of the hellish week. On Monday, I will be handing 3 papers (one comparing The Fiddlehead and the Malahat, both of which are Canadian Literary Journals released quarterly, one about the relationship between the Lady of Shalott, and Tennyson's Elaine the Lily Maid, and the last about censorship in Charles I's England.. the latter two are both upwards of 2500 words). I will also be presenting two theses for my finals in my fourth year seminar courses.

Soundtracks of the weekend? Every Michael W Smith Christmas song I could get my hands on, MercyMe Christmas, Sting Christmas, Point of Grace Christmas, and the new Jingle Bell Rock by the Newsboys. Brilliant.

My brain is exhausted.

Word of the Day: Effectively (I have probably overused it in my papers)

Quote of the Day: Nothing. I have been staring at a computer screen all day...

Nov 29, 2011

1000 Gratitudes, Late November Days.

It is essay season for me.
I have (had) 9 papers due before next Friday.
Then exams.

So, 1000 Gratitudes. I need to remember to be thankful.

14. Blaring Jesus Culture music as I write papers.
15. Luther: he's such a good fish.
16. Dorm dinners with boys who cook fancy(ish) meals.
17. Knowing that I love writing papers.
18. Jordan Bokma, the brownie man (and also our digital editor).
19. Post-its. I actually legitimately love these things.
20. Puddles and warmth in November.
21. Advent Sunday number one. LOVE having 30 days to prepare for the coming of my Saviour.
22. Christmas tree lights, and the coziness they bring to a dorm.
23. Green headphones.
24. The smell of fresh baking.
25. Amanda's laugh. I think I'm always thankful for this.
26. Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Word of the Day: Protrudant(ent?)

Quote of the Day: Sean: So, which of my two boys would you like to see mud-wrestle?
Abigail: Can I choose you?
Ha, Awesome.

Nov 25, 2011

Miniver Sail: A new sound

These guys are a new and very talented group of musicians coming out Redeemer's halls. They call themselves Miniver Sail.

I know them as Chrisy Hurn, Simon Fallon and Cory Hoogsteen. You should know them too.

Word of the Day: Rejoice

Quote of the Day: "Leeks and Rubbing Alcohol excite me!" Abigail

Nov 13, 2011

Sunday sounds

New music obsession: SHEL.

They are a group of sisters who have incredible talents. I hope you enjoyed.

Word of the Day: Propagate

Quote of the Day: Amanda's Laugh.

Nov 10, 2011

1000 Gratitudes

A blogging friend of mine has, for as long as we've been blog friends (and that's quite a while, since I'm working on my fourth year of blogging), keeping a list of 1000 gratitudes. I think that it derived from a book, and it's a great idea. Write down 1000 things, over the course of a long while, that you are thankful for.

Another friend of mine posted a quick thought to her Facebook account. It read, "What if you were left with tomorrow the things you thanked God for today?" I guess I wouldn't be left with much.

Here it goes, I suppose.

1. Toilet paper (it seems weird, but really, I am very, very thankful for toilet paper).
2. Cool fall days.
3. My beautiful roommate, Amanda.
4. Laughing at jokes with friends.
5. The Crown and its staff.
6. Being able to read books, and own them, and enjoy them. It's such a wonderful blessing to experience share in the conversation of literature.
7. On the topic of books, curling up in my old, delapitated gold chair reading Charles Dickens or Douglas Adams.
8. The smell of coffee.
9. Waking up and finding sunlight streaming through the windows.
10. Driving lessons and beer conversations with Nick.
11. Starbucks and Chapters
12. The aroma of simmering bacon to start my day.
13. Strangely, I'm thankful for Facebook, Twitter, Blogs, Vlogs, Youtube and all this other nonsensical social media we have today.

Now, a few photos to add. Most of them apply to the 77 Things list.

30 Items of Clothing to Donate.


Word of the Day: Gratitude

Quote of the Day: "If you have an accent, by definition, you're supposed to be interesting!"

Nov 3, 2011

Bartering Bills and eReaders

Nick, my dear friend who is teaching me the ways of the road, typically gets paid by beer. We go driving for an hour or more, and then we go get beer.

But recently, we have taken to arguing stupid things over said beers. The result, bets over who is right and therefore who will be paying the following week's bill.

Last week the standoff was whether or not Nick was taller than George Clooney. This week, it pertained to whether the wolf or pigs won in the original Three Little Pigs fairy tale. If the wolf won, I'm paying, if the pigs won, he's paying. However, if the story of The Three Little Pigs was not, as we presumed, to be a Grimm's Fairy Tale, we'd split the bill like nice friends and continue with a new bet next week.

Yeah, we definitely signed that. It was on a Crabby Joe's napkin.

Also, stopped at Chapters yesterday to pick up a gift for a friend. They had their new Kobo Colour Touch eReader. Happy. I might have found love in books. (Christmas, perhaps?) I can even get a pretty leather cover that is magnetic and makes it look like a real book. I might have crossed over to the darkside of reading's future...

Still, my bookshelf will never be neglected. I like turning pages. eBooks don't have smells and feels, just words.

In potential future endeavors, it might be a useful thing to have. And it's pretty.

Word of the Day: Spaghetti Squash

Quote of the Day: "There is copulation everywhere!" Papa-Fabes.

Oct 26, 2011

Bird Watching: Tweet Tweet

Last night, somehow, I decided that joining Twitter was worth my time.



You can also follow The Crown @Crown_RUC

Feeling a bit like a bird.
Which, really, is a great analogy for social networking.

Also, I want this.

Word of the Day: Chaos

Quote(s) of the Day: Faber on Paradise Lost: "They play music to distract themselves from the Lake of Fire." Aaron: "Yeah, except they'd be playing Lady Gaga all day."

Oct 23, 2011

Nail Polish: Week 4.

It's called 'Hot Blooded' and it makes me feel devious. Also, I realize I neglected to post last week's nail colour. It was a hot pink called 'Lavender Cream' by Sally Hansen. 

Currently, I am working on a paper for my Studies in Milton class. I'm writing about his view of Education as presented in his prose treatise. Milton is an interesting character in English Literature, living in the post-reformation, Stuart England. I'm also in a course on Tudor-Stuart England, and I find it helpful to have the background information leading up to Milton's time. I'm hoping to be able to use the two classes to come up with some pretty interesting final paper topics. 

And reading break can't come soon enough. I am incredibly behind. 

Thanks to my wonderful editorial staff, this month's issue of The Crown was pulled together without hinge. We had a few layout glitches, and the website wasn't working until the night of publication, but we managed to publish breaking news (Gadhafi's death), which, for a paper that publishes once per month, almost never happens. 

You can find the newest issue of The Crown here.

Word of the Day: Milton

Quote of the Day: "That banana is bruised, you abuse bananas." Kudzai

Oct 16, 2011

My greatest weakness is landscaping!

Sunday Youtube video for everyone. This is Tim Hawkins, Christian Comedian.

Funny story: when we were in RA/HA training for this year, we took a night and did a Hamilton service trip with Houston Street, and we wrapped up the night with a prayer for all the RAs and HAs. The pastor prayed for a 'hedge of protection' over Redeemer, and I definitely started laughing in the middle of the prayer. Thank you, Tim Hawkins.

Word of the Day: Tudor

Quote of the Day: "Use your road rage if you have to!" Tim Hawkins

Oct 15, 2011

Back to the Future

One night.
All three Back to the Future movies.
Eating Chocolate Sprinkles by the spoonful. Yum.

Love that part.

Word of the Day: Dreamboat

Quote of the Day: "Great Scot!" Doc Brown.

Oct 13, 2011


I have the pleasure of introducing Canadian Council Poet, Lorna Crozier, to Redeemer next Thursday. I've been listening to interviews done with her this evening, and I've come across some interesting things.

In her 2007 interview with Ian Ferrier, she says,
"I don't think anyone has to go to school to be a writer...but if you want to be a writer, you need to be an avid, avid reader."

Wise words.

Word of the Day: Carrots

Quote of the Day: "But what about the Hemlock!?! Hemlock doesn't just disappear like that!" David

Oct 9, 2011

Nail Polish: Week 2.

Because we had Family Thanksgiving today, and knowing how much Grandpa loves it when I have my nails painted funny colours (not), I decided to repaint my nails last night instead of tonight. I got a pretty raspberry purple from Walmart for about $2, and decided to try it out.

I like it. It's a good toe colour for the summer, and with this weather, I might get a chance to show it off with sandals yet!

On a side note, I love that I've been at University so long that seeing my younger cousins twice a year doesn't constitute them remembering a) I'm their cousin and b) my name.

Word of the Day: Food

Quote of the Day: Psalm 8

Oct 7, 2011

Number 23: Beginnings

So, this is me and my "quilt".

I'm going to make the entire thing by hand: no sewing machines. Ambitious, eh. My goal is to colour code each row of squares. I'll have all cool colours, all reds, all yellows/whites, alternating. So the next row will look more like this:

And hopefully when it is finished, I will have a twin-sized quilt. I would also like to note that most of these parts were sewn today while I watched 'Far and Away.' 

Word of the Day: Fabric

Quote of the Day: "You're a corker y'are, Shannon." Joseph Connelly in Far and Away. 

Oct 5, 2011

Why I love Redeemer

That right there is why I love Redeemer. What other university gives you encouragements on your coffee lids? See, I knew I had an addiction for a reason.

In other news, here is the first installment of my nail-polish challenge. Coincidently, none of the colours on my nails are my own. All of them belong to my dormmate, Jess.

The colours of the polka dots are orange, light green, and purple. The base is black, two coats (because it looked bad with just one).

Word of the Day: Drive

Quote of the Day: "Seriously."

Oct 3, 2011

Decade Dance, First Years and A Bucket List

"Seventy-Seven Things is a yearlong bucket-list. For those who play along, I promise no cosmic kick-backs or special blessings... but you might become a happier person with a little less stress. It's about being silly, accomplishing dreams, making new memories and ruffling your own feathers a bit."

Several of my friends had posted this little blurb on Facebook. I think it is cool. A bucket list of sorts for a year. Not only that, but it could make for a very interesting year of blogging. So, I'm going to up the requirements for this challenge. Not only do I need to complete everything on this list, but I need to blog about it, with pictures (preferably). This should get my creative juices flowing. Who knows, I might even get some good ideas for Editorials. 

1. Watch all three Back To The Future movies in one sitting (pee breaks allowed).
2. Read the Dirk Bently Omnibus by Douglas Adams
3. Get my full Driver's License (finally).
4. Apply to work in another country.
5. Play The Game of Life with my little sister. The right way, with Junior Monopoly peices and 18 different cars.
6. Memorize a poem, at least 12 lines long.
7. Create Calvin and Hobbes style snowmen.
8. Play poohsticks.
9. Have date-night each month with Cousin Kristin.
10. Read all of Paradise Lost by John Milton
11. Send an encouragement letter to someone I don't know.
12. Pull an all-nighter (even if it's homework related).
13. Bake oreo-peanut butter brownies and give all of them away.
14. See my best friend from childhood.
15. Prank another dorm.
16. Do a photoshoot with Laura D. 
17. Love someone I've never been able to connect with.
18. Paint my nails a different colour each week (52 different colours in all). 
19. Finish writing that story I started 2 years ago.
20. See downtown Hamilton in the wintertime, before Christmas.
21. Visit Mr. Steffler, my grade 12 English teacher, and thank him for teaching me.
22. Pray with a complete stranger.
23. Make a quilt.
24. Bake each first year dorm something yummy. 
25. Visit Brock one weekend and give my sister a big hug.
26. Learn a magic trick.
27. Read all the books Natalie Campbell suggests to me.
28. Spend a month replying (in written form) in poetry.
29. Find "Erkle-O's" and eat a bowl (major bonus points for this one). 
30. Buy something from Avon.
31. Learn to play "Never Underestimate my Jesus" on guitar.
32. Grow a flower from a seed.
33. Dry fall leaves in books.
34. Cook something new each month. 
35. Go for a walk in the first snow of the season.
36. Die my hair.
37. Spend a Saturday in Toronto doing nothing of any importance.
38. Keep a prayer journal.
39. Run.
40. Make a gingerbread house with my girls.
41. Climb a tall tree.
42. Go sledding.
43. Sleep under the stars.
44. Go fishing.
45. Go to the Irish Pub. Take Keeley. 
46. Take Laura D. out for her 19th birthday (as specified in brownie-making afternoon on Oct 2, 2011).
47. Climb the Dome (or let Colin, Derek and Craig do it). 
48. Sleep in a hammock.
49. Go puddlejumping in my rainboots.
50. Make a very elaborate cake.
51. Create a home-made kite.
52. Fly it. 
53. Go to Strathroy's Turkey Festival.
54. Make a Jack-O-Lantern.
55. Read the entire Bible.
56.  Make Christmas cookies not around Christmas.
57. Do a crazy Hamilton bus trip tour using my student card. 
58. Learn to juggle.
59. Read every Charles Dickens novel (except Tale of Two Cities since I've read that already).
60. Sit on a statue.
61. Watch a sunrise with a friend.
62. Donate 30 items of clothing.
63. Make a list (progressively) of 1000 Gratitudes.
64. Incorporate a new word into my vocabulary.
65. Graduate with my (hard-earned) B.A.
66. Play cards with Uncle Joe at Christmas (like old times).
67. See Melissa Greenfield. Some way, some how.
68. Go skating on an outdoor pond with Maria.
69. Go somewhere interesting during Reading Break, even if it is just for a couple hours.
70. Trip to Niagara Falls, just because I think this should be done at least once a year.
71. Have a garage sale.
72. Knit/crochet an afghan.
73. On the topic of knitting, learn how to make Grandma slippers.
74. Make jam.
75. Become an organ donor.
76. Road-trip with Becky Kinsman (to nowhere in particular).
77. Do a handstand. 

Word of the Day: Brilliant

Quote of the Day: "It's not a health kick, it's more like a add a few more years onto my life kinda thing...uh...kick." Amanda

Amanda and I in our second year RAing. I am so thankful for her.

Our dorm. Beautiful girls.

Sep 17, 2011

Oh, September

Semester starts full-speed ahead.

This week we publish our first issue of The Crown, which is kind of exciting. It's also a little scary. This is my first issue as Editor-in-Chief and I hope it is a good issue. The Crown has gained so much momentum in the three years I've worked for it. It's exciting to see just how much it has grown, and changed and developed. It's humbling to be a part of under 30 people who have been The Crown's EIC since it began in 1983.

Although that entire paragraph had multiple grammatical errors, I don't really mind. This blog isn't meant to adequately reflect my intellect.

Anyways, on to homework.

Word of the Day: Phenomenological

Quote of the Day: "Put on Hansen! See what that does to him!" - Amanda

Sep 4, 2011

Fourth Year

Can't believe it. Final year of Redeemer.
Where has the time gone?

Word of the Day: Home

Quote of the Day: Your love never fails. - Jesus Culture

Aug 27, 2011

Luther: Christendom's Superhero

Does anyone else find this as funny as I do? 

It was a book in the Kid's section of MBC's bookstore. Awesome.

Word of the Day: Gumptuous (not even a word).

Quote of the Day: "I need more sleep than normal people my age because I have like 18 children inside of me." Katie Henderson

Aug 24, 2011

90s Nostalgia Summer-End Party

Party was a success.

I also, finally, got my G1. I am almost 22 years old. I'm just going to pass it off and say I have an irrational fear of multiple choice tests. That seems to get the most laughs.

And I cut my hair.

That is all. This time next week, I will be at Redeemer, with my roommate. I love her.

Word of the Day: Fetish

Quote of the Day: "I hate thunderstoms." - Kristy

Aug 18, 2011

More Camp Fotos

Good news is this:

I figured out how to work my iPhoto editor. I'm thrilled. It's become much more fun to take pictures (especially since my camera is now the miracle camera which survived a 15ft drop to the bottom of Mary Lake).

Behold: my week (sort of).

(I drew and painted both Waldo and Spinelli)
Word of the Day: Speed

Quote of the Day: "Aww, that's cute. You're like the foster kids of the Dining Hall staff!" Stephanie 

Aug 15, 2011

What a wonderful world...

A little bit of photo editing and fun summer photos.
What a wonderful world.

Word of the Day: Youth

Quote of the Day (weekend, really) : 'When people buy fish to put on the back of the car they say one of two things: "Hi, I was intelligently created by God" or, "Hi, I came from pond scum."' Calvin Smith, Creation Ministries

Aug 9, 2011

2 Books in 2 Days

I realized this week that I have been working my way through several books since [probably] January, and I decided it was about time I should finish them.

Also, for those avid followers of mine, namely Suggernuggets, who have wondered in silence where the Marineland Commercial Count went, do not worry for it remains. In fact, my surprise is simply that I actually managed some Marineland commercials this summer - all the way up in the Muskokas.

MCC: 3 (includes Radio and TV)

Word of the Day: Pink

Quote of the Day: "Remember spring crew..."

Aug 1, 2011

A Day in the Life of...


My newest CL project.

This poster is advertising the 90's summer party night we shall be having for the Stepping Stones staff.

Word of the Day: Blip

Quote of the Day: "Don't use the word prom!" Dan Henderson

Jul 25, 2011

The Love Epidemic

"For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith, goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self control; and to self control, perseverence; and to perseverence, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our LORD Jesus Christ."
- 2 Peter 1:5-8

"Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the LORD forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love which binds them together in perfect unity. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace."
- Colossians 3:12-15

These two sets of verses tell us how to live.

Which is fine.

Except that, the most common question I get here at MBC is this:

how do i care about other people if i don't care about myself? 

That, at it's very core, is a question of this struggling generation. This generation of teenagers have not been taught two things:
1) Self worth.
2) Discipline. 

In essence, what they ask is directly in line with a commandment of Jesus.

love your neighbour as yourself.

This implies you must love yourself. But this begs two other questions.
1) What is love?
2) What happens when an entire generation of teenagers aren't being taught how to love themselves?

And be wary. I don't for a second suggest that this love is something superficial. In fact, the Bible points to love that is selfless. See 1 Corinthians 13. 

But those two passages demand we put on love. We must love.

how do we love if we haven't been taught what love is?

Food for thought, I guess.
This is what this generation of teenagers is facing. 

Word of the Day: Love

Quote of the Day: "Love is most perfectly fulfilled when we bear the hurts and sufferings of others." Richard J. Foster

Jul 12, 2011

Mid-Summer Miss You's

I miss this girl.

Word of the Day: Frazzle

Quote of the Day: Stephanie: "This shirt makes me look pregnant!" Me: "What HAVE you and Zack been doing?!"

Jul 5, 2011

Abundant Praise for my Awesome God!

Last night, after a two and a half hour conversation, one of the staff have his life to Christ and asked God to break him.

I don't know if any of you have heard the song "Our God" by Chris Tomlin. If you haven't, I suggest getting on the Youtube and look it up.

Our God is Greater.
Our God is Stronger.
God, You are higher than any other.
God you are healer,
Awesome in Power
Our God, Our God.

This song rings so true for me today. And not just today. During O-week here at MBC, we sang 'How He Love Us', the version done by David Crowder. How is is that the God of the Universe loves us?!

And if our God is for us then who could ever stop us?
And if our God is with us, then what could stand against?

I find it strange. There have been so many times here that I haven't understood anything, and so many times where I feel like everything I've ever experienced has led me up to this summer, this job, and this experience.

Last week I needed perspective. Last week I was tired and grumpy, and I honestly wondered what this life of mine was for. I forgot about my life outside of MBC. I felt consumed. I felt like I had nothing outside of this place and all my friends didn't exist. All my problems and ambitions that I had at the end of this year at Redeemer were lost in the mumble and jumble of a new life.

But this life is good. This life is one where I have no choice but to serve. And I have felt God speak through me. Last night, I don't remember everything, but I do remember feeling the presence of God and He was there. He was real. And he took a hold of that young man's life and is going to change it.

Oh, how he loves us so,
Oh how he loves us
How he loves us so.

Have you ever been in a place were you felt completely embraced by God? Have you ever disappeared in place of God's glory? Have you ever let God ruin you? Break you? Have you let him put the peices back together?

I don't know all of you. Some of you are people who are familiar to me, some of you are passers-by in the cyberspace roads and cities. But most of you are people whom I do not have a functioning relationship with. But my bet is that you've dropped in either not knowing God, or refusing to know Him.

There is no logic to explain God. He is real. He loves us. But we need to let him break us.

I want to share a story with you. I'm going to pour my heart out in cyberspace. It might not be pretty.

The week before I came to MBC, I was a person going through motions. I was emotionally involved with a guy friend who wasn't emotionally involved with me. I was dealing with receiving grades that didn't reflect what I learned in courses. In fact, these grades are non-redemable, and may prevent me from going to Grad school. I had a tumultous year. I was taking credit for things that weren't in my hands, but God's. I treated some people with complete disrespect. I couldn't turn to God. Devotions were dry. My roommate's life was under fire because of some personal things that were going on with her. I felt far from God.

Then, that week, home by myself, he broke me.

I spent a lot of time watching Grey's Anatomy. I know this seems illogical. How on earth does Grey's Anatomy break you? Well, here's how.

Slowly, I began to realize how alike these characters I was. And I realized how self-dependent I was, and that I was making an idol of myself. I wasn't letting God do his job. I couldn't trust him to provide for me, and lead me. I had my own ideas. Then, God called out to me in the darkness of the basement. And I cried. Three nights in a row I cried myself to sleep because I was broken and I wanted to be with God again. Me, the girl who was an RA, organized a mission trip to Mexico, became EIC for The Crown. I was broken down, and shattered, and ruined. And when I got to MBC, I wasn't excited or sure, and I definitely didn't think I had what it took to be Community Life (ie. Mentor, Friend, RA) for 94 summer, high-school and college aged students. I was like Jonah. I was in the belly of the whale telling God not to send me.

And then, God used me anyways. He told me to grow up. He got a hold of me, forced me to read his Word, discover that I'm called to love him, and love others, and change my life accordingly.

It's a strange feeling when you realize it isn't about you. It's a refreshing feeling when you realize it isn't about you. It's even better when you realize that every person in the Bible felt like this when God called them.

I serve the God of the universe. He gave all of himself on the cross.  I have to give him all of me.

Have you?

Word of the Day: Redemption

Quote of the Day: "I always wanted to be a knight and have everyone look up to me and be all awesome." "Knights serve the King."

Jun 11, 2011

Long time, no post...

Well hey there everyone! I realized this morning that its been nearly two months since my last entry.

Here's how life has been.


I finished third year, whirlwinded (is that a word?) through exams. Then I spent a week at home blitzing through 2 seasons of Grey's Anatomy (insert judgement here). Two seasons in one week. I find myself a little pathetic. Not one of the most...well, let's just say I could have used my time a little wiser.

Then, I came to camp.

This summer I am the Community Life Director for the Stepping Stones discipleship program and Muskoka Bible Centre just outside of Huntsville, ON. Let me tell you, this may be one of the most incredible places I've ever been too. I may love it more than Redeemer, which is saying something since Redeemer has become my home.

I have the privilege of being 'Dorm Mom' to about 80 students between the ages of 15-25 this summer. It's quite the ride. I spent most of May preparing Bible Studies and plotting the MBC Amazing Race for Orientation weekend on May Long Weekend. I've developed friendships with so many of the staff here, used First Aid (which I hoped I'd never have to do) and prayed with more than half of the Spring Crew staff here. It's incredible. My job is to turn the Stepping Stones staff into a family and make the dormatories home. I hope I am doing alright.

This job was truly provided for my by God. I have no other logical explanation for what I do, and how much I enjoy it. The students have opened up to me, some have even shared their testimonies with me... a privilege I never expected to have. I have enormous amounts of respect for my co-workers, and I'm learning so much about God, and Love and perhaps, maybe, that I should really stop worrying about what I have to do with my life.

That is all I have time for at this moment. I will [try] and update with photos soon.

Word of the Day: Sarcastical

Quote of the Day: Colossians 3:1-17. Go read it.

Apr 14, 2011

Exam Study Material

For the avid procrastinator...

This may be the best video I've seen in a while.
And yes, it does beat out Rebecca Black's 'Friday' (somehow not surprisingly).

Also, the final issue of The Crown is out. You can read up on it here.

Word of the Day: Panic

Quote of the Day: Yeah, so today's Quote of the Day is a bit of a let-down. It's a let-down because, well, after the last Quote of the Day I feel like nothing could be as good. So instead, I'm just going to pretend like this is a worthwhile installment (which you all read, and know you did), and just accept failure. ....
Yep. That about does it. =)

Apr 5, 2011

Paper Rush

It's like jumping out of a plane. Well, okay, maybe not. I've never jumped out of a plane so I wouldn't know that for sure, or really ever. The prospect of jumping from a plane is terrifying.

Yeah, okay, so that was a pretty bad analogy of paper season. But it does go by pretty fast, and you feel like you're going to fall flat and die, until your parachute comes out and you soar down and land on your feet.

Except that seasonal allergies are kicking in.
And I have 3 papers due this week (one handed in already).
And tomorrow is already Wednesday.

I need Hermione's little time redoer thing. There are not enough hours in a day.

And in case you were wondering. I got a job for the summer. Muskoka Bible Centre. Community Life Director.

No more cleaning dorms. Ever. Again.

Word of the Day: Exhausted

Quote of the Day: "What if they decided to close Facebook tomorrow? Facebook users would be roaming the streets in tears, shoving photos of themselves in people's faces, and screaming, "DO YOU LIKE THIS?! DO YOU!?" - Keeley Weese

Mar 27, 2011

A story and a message

Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. 
He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake.  
Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, 
no one could really say they knew him very well.  
Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. 
The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.  
Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.  
When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.  
He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened.  
He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. 
Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, 
"Would you like a drink from the hose?" 
The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile.  
As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down. 
As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.  
Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. 
He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him.  
Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it.  
"Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.  

Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. 
"Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday."  
His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. 
He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.  
Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?" 
"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply.  
Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. 
Carl was a man from a different time and place.  
A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. 
Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. 
This time they didn't rob him. 
They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.  
When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.  
Carl just watched them. 
Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering. 
The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. 
He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.  
As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.  
"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time."  
The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.  
"What's this?" 
Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back. 
Even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"  
The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you we picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate."  ; 
He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back."  
He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street.  
Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.  
He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather.  
In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.  
The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life.  
In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."  
 The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden."  
The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door.  
 Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said.  
The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl.  
 He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."  
 The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. 
During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.  
 One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday."  
 "Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?"  
"Carl," he replied.  
 That's the whole gospel message simply stated.

Unfortunately, this isn't the gospel message simply stated.
The gospel message is that Christ died on the cross and rose again the third day, conquering sin and death and making a way for us to once again be in full communion with God.

It's a beautiful story.
Yes, we are told to love our neighbours as we love ourselves.  
But the gospel message is that God loves us and we can now live. 

Just a thought...

Word of the Day: Confusedly 

Quote of the Day: *Shattering glass*