So, I was thinking about doing a second blogpost about 20 minutes ago, but I decided that I didn't feel like it. Then, I saw a recurring facebook phenomena that I just had to blog on. What is the deal with people asking for roommates in the most obscure of facebook groups? I literally just looked at the group, "I Love Popeye's Biscuits With All My Soul" and there was a girl that was like "I need a roommate ASAP!" Are you serious????? What could her logic possibly have been? "Oh man! A group of people that love Popeye's biscuits with all their soul!?! That's perfect!! I need a roommate from that bunch! YEAH!" People are stupid.

So, the blog that I was thinking about doing had to do with being a "man of God". That phrase gets thrown around alot in our "non-denominational" society and it seems to be what every male aspires to if they have not reached "man of God" status already. It's funny though, because people will deem you a "man of God". I have been called a "man of God" on several occasions when I don't feel like a "man of God" at all. I have soooooooo far to go before people should be allowed to throw that phrase around connected to my name. But recently, I have been somewhat convicted in the first 1/3 of that statement. I mean, of course, God comes first in everything, but I feel like there is alot of importance in being a "man". At least the way God defines a man. Thats really where I feel my heart is. I mean, the only reason I went to DC with GPA last year was because I wrote 250 words on how the "men" of my generation suck and don't know how to be men. Alot of what I thought about saying here is my personal conviction (but I feel like it's more of a Godly mandate) about how to be a man. You know, the way I feel a husband, father, friend, brother should live in their God given responsibility. And I think if I (to take a phrase from my first blog) make that known to the virtual universe via blogspot, it would cheapen the conviction in my heart to become that husband, father, friend. I just think that God is calling men of character and men of prayer. And by men of prayer, I don't mean "guys that pray for an hour and a half every morning every day until they die". I mean men that connect to living God through their prayer and men that OBEY God's voice when He speaks. The best evidence that I am a man of prayer is that I DO WHAT GOD SAYS WHEN I HEAR IT. The extreme privelage we have in prayer is not to "pray". It's that, through our prayer we can connect to God and live a lofe of obedience to His voice.

Anywho. I think God is raising up a generation of MEN. And on the way, I think He is redefining the word. Our culture has defined man by social status and oily muscles. And quite frankly, that paradigm of what men are became what women want. So if an athletic, oily, ripped guy is what the women want, thats what the guys want to be. So, I HOPE, that if God is in fact raising up this group of revolutionary men, He is also raising up a group of women that desire that sort of man.

So everybody can have Godly babies!!! :) Or at least Godly families. Thats the kind of church I think God would like to manufacture.

So, I guess this is my first official blog. I mean, I've done a couple of those "kiddie" blogs they have on myspace, but now this is blogspot. The Super Bowl XXVII of blogs. I've finally hit the big time. I would like to take this opportunity to send mad props in yo dy-rection if you helped me reach this plateau of coolness.

But seriously, I've been having alot of random thoughts lately that made myself think, "Wow. That would be a cool thing to make known to the virtual universe via blogspot." So, I bit the bullet and created one of these things. I hope my friends might read this and we can have cool conversations or something. So now, I guess (que drumroll) the official blogging begins:

Something happened to me about a week ago that started a chain reaction in my thought process that I really didn't know what to do with. I was at a redlight turning from Corporate onto College and there was a homeless guy (who wasn't that old looking) walking up in the direction of my car. I make a habit of checking my car for change I can give them when these guys come by, and I think its a healthy way for me to see the best in people. By that I mean: when my parents pass up a guy like this they usually don't give anything using the "he'll probably go buy alcohol or something lewd like that" alibi. I don't think that way. Anywho, all that is not part of the story. So I searched the area around me in my car and came up with about $1.79 to give this guy. I rolled my window down and as I handed it to him, I said, "Here you go, man. God bless." Even while I was saying that, he said something to me. "I am losing faith in my human man." (Then as I hand him the money) "I think it is coming back to me now." This is where my thoughts took off. As soon as I drove off, I started thinking about the verse somewhere in that thing you're supposed to read when you're a Christian that says something about angels being in our midst. My true, honest to God, first impression was that this guy was an angel. I don't know why. But then, I began to replay what he said. "Human man?" Isn't that kind of redundant or something? My head began to tell my soul that he couldn't have been an angel because he couldn't communicate English in correct terms. And for a second, I believed it! I really discounted the possibility that this guy was an angel just because he was lacking in his English communications skills! I don't think I couldn't have bought in more to Intellectualism if I tried my hardest. Then, I guess the God part of my thought life kicked in. I was like, "I can't believe I just thought that! Even if God didn't have a track record of using unqualified people, for me to even think for a second that I know what or who God would or wouldn't use and why is the stupidest thought I could ever allow myself to think! God's thoughts are infinitely higher than mine. God's ways are just the same. Who am I to rule out that guy?" It was a really confusing thought process to me and the only concrete thing that I know was established was how "above me" God is. So here's my conclusion: being that this series of thoughts ended in a Godly conclusion, I can assume it was God-ordained. Being that this series of thoughts was God-ordained, and within that series of thoughts I thought "Who am I to say that guy isn't an angel," I have to assume that.... one night, about a week ago, at a redlight at the corner of Corporate and College, I gave $1.79 to an Angel.

All of this seems really silly now that I've read over it. Oh well...