Saturday, August 28, 2010


"We have but one aim and one single irrevocable purpose. We are resolved to destroy Hitler and every vestige of the Nazi regime. From this nothing will turn us. Nothing. We will never parley; we will never negotiate with Hitler or any of his gang. We shall fight him by land; we shall fight him by sea; we shall fight him in the air, until, with God's help, we have rid the earth of his shadow and liberated its people from his yoke."

Winston Churchill

London, June 22, 1941

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is trying its hardest night and day to turn you into everybody else is to fight the hardest fight any human ever faces and never stops fighting.”

EE Cummings

“Christ is calling for volunteers to enlist under His standard, and bear the banner of the cross before the world. The church is languishing for the help of young men who will bear a courageous testimony, who will with their ardent zeal stir up the power of the church in the world. Young men are wanted who will resist the tide of worldliness, and lift a voice of warning against taking the first steps in immorality and vice.

But first the young men who would serve God, and give themselves to His work, must cleanse the soul temple of all impurity, and enthrone Christ in the heart; then they will be enabled to put energy into their Christian effort, and will manifest enthusiastic zeal in persuading men to be reconciled to Christ. Will not our young men respond to the invitation of Christ and answer, “Here am I, send me”? Young men, press to the front, and identify yourselves as laborers together with Christ, taking up the work where He left it, to carry it on to its completion.”

E.G. White

Messages to Young People

Saturday, August 21, 2010


Yesterday, I shook the hand of a man, who shook the hand of a man, who shook the hand of a man, who shook the hand of Abraham Lincoln.

Also, yesterday morning in St. Louis, I think I saw President Obama. Well, at least his motorcade. There were black suburbans, police on motorcycles, police cars, an ambulance, and two limos with American flags flying from the hood.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Not My Vacation

This isn’t my vacation. My sister, Allison was supposed to have gotten married this last Sunday. She didn’t get married; her fiancĂ© has yet to secure a visa. He should have been here but immigration has its own agenda.

An unlucky soul, Rheu purchased an airline ticket and took time off of work before the date was canceled. Everyday since Rheu has arrived, he has reminded me that this is his vacation, not mine.

Lost in Rheu’s vacationland, we have been to the lake, the Iowa State Fair, Mahoney State Park, and Omaha. I have introduced him to all of my friends and have taken him to the finest of restaurants. We got tattoos, ate pineapple whip ice cream (the kind I am going to have at my wedding), and have played Settlers of Catan, Blokus, and Risk. This is Rheu’s world and I am just living in it.

This is an endless summer. I can’t escape vacationland, I should just move to Maine.

Monday, August 9, 2010


[Photo: London, England] Another time of uncertainty.