December

All of it. Right here. Fit into one post. Don't think it can be done? Mwaha.

Well, here we go guys. We will start with yesterday morning, skipping most of everything, including what I think is worth while.

Mmm church. Actually, it was kind of scary. Apparently Christmas time equates to discussing the second coming. I guess it makes sense. One Sunday after church, I stayed home for a while, just kind of waiting for nothing. You know, one of those days. And my parents had some thing going. It's like a radio show, except it was definitely on cd, and not radio. It was meant to mirror reality. As in, the reality of how we live our lives here affects how we spend the rest of eternity. And I missed the beginning. I definitely came in at the part where everyone was being judged. About 2 people got through. Out of 6. You know how they say that there are about a billion Christians worldwide? Well, the way isn't narrow for nothing. I don't think everyone is getting through. Not to judge anyone, but...It scares me.

What if tradition and showmanship and church attendance isn't enough, like some pastors say? Like the bible says? They didn't even have churches for so long. What if I haven't done what needs to be done? AHH!

As said, it scares me. As selfish as that may be. I was talking with a friend of mine, and he said whenever the 'second coming' was brought up, he would think of those who having been saved. My response went something like 'yup'. Clearly I would bring up such issues in private conversation. I would wait a day or so and then put it here for the world. Of course.

And the day carried on. There was definitely a parade. I don't like parades really. The best thing about them is the candy being thrown. I can't remember the last parade I saw that I wasn't in. And that's how it was. I was heading towards where ever our float was, looking silly in a Joseph type garb. It was definitely green. Like, almost completely. But the point is, I got there, and nobody was there. So, after a good awkward wait in the cold, someone else showed up. This lady pretty much made my day. She came and asked me where the carollers were, and I didn't know, so I said so. And we kind of made small conversation. The she started praying. Compared to my thoughts of the morning, I was pretty much listening good, because, you know, when you're scared for your rest of eternity, you ask the guy running things where all is at. I'm thinking something like,'maybe this is his answer, or assurance, or something?' It was really cool. After she finished praying, she started telling me about her life. To some, when older people start telling their life stories, they can seem really boring. But there is a reason they are telling them to you. And it isn't to put you to sleep. She wishes she had gone to bible college. She said stuff about quickening. As said, it made my night.

The next morning, I decided reading my bible might be a good thing to do. To be honest, I haven't read it for early a year. Not really read it. And many things seemed to be pointing towards perhaps reading it. Like, the fact that someone else recently posted about bread (as the eater of bread, if that is what I am, it must be relevant, right?), and the cool lady said something about the word pouring out, and as he reads it in the morning, by the end of the day it would pour through him somehow. Well, it can't pour through if it doesn't enter. So I tried. But where? So I picked Romans. The book the pastor used on Sunday when he spoke about... Oh. Great idea.

I spoke of how times would be when people turned from God. I only read the first chapter, but it still feels like you are missing a lot.

And the day goes on. Hey kids, respect your parents. I know it sucks, but do it anyways. It's just better that way. My dad recently decided that we each do an hour of work a night. That way, we can have the house clean by Christmas. Now, the endless benefits of doing it:
The house gets clean
I'm happy (living in a messy house is horrible. I mean, it's good if you have no friends, but if you do, nobody can really come over, you don't feel too grand about your house, etc.)
Dad is happy
And they see you helping out to clean the house (even thought they told you to) so they go a bit easier on you.

So, to end this monster post, I give you one more point of advice I remember reading once in a very good book. It went something like, never let the sun set on your anger. I heard once that your body doesn't break food down as healthy if you are angry when you are eating it. It makes food worse for you. Just trust me, even if the food thing is wrong, it's some good stuff.