I'm writing a research paper on the church vs. parachurch and how they both fit, or not fit, together in light of church as a family. What defines the two? Who is responsible for discipline and accountability? Who has the final say? Who has the authority? How do you tithe/give? Missionaries? Legal issues? Loyalty? Time? Fellowship? And the list goes on.
My life is based on a parachurch, namely, CEF. I know people who have strong opinions for and against parachurches. I already have my convictions and the paper will reflect that. By the way, my professor mentioned that apostle Paul and his group was like a church planting parachurch. das wassup. That is what is up.
I love it when it rains.
One more minute left.
I feel like I'm playing taboo.
I want to play chutes and ladders. That was the best board game ever created. Going up. Going down. Like a roller coaster. I like roller coasters because they are so scary. As I go up clunk* clunk* clunk* I go "be scared" "don't be scared" back and forth and the tension is super exciting. gahhh! intense! fire! It also helps to have a good imagination. That's why I love viking (the boat ride that swings back and forth). In fact, I can get the same effect when I'm on a normal swing. You just have to look down while you're falling and then think that you are falling! Mind over matter. Mind over mad hatter. Hats are kinda weird. Especially the sorting wizard hat. I wonder which house the magical sorting hat would put me in. Everyone wants Gryffindor, but I want them all. Slytherclawdorpuff. Or maybe I can rally some people and create my own house and it will be called Narnian. Okay actually that's a boring name for a house. You can't even cheer for that. "Nar-ni-an!" no. Speaking of cheer. Many people need to be cheered. This calls for a cheerio party. The yogurt ones. No milk please. I wish I was lactose tolerant. Tolerance reminds me of Torrance. Tornado. Torpedo. Torso. Torminator. Don't worry, I eat vitamins. Flintstones. I like turtles and Darkwing Duck. In China I ate duck tongue. I felt like I was kissing a duck. It didn't taste very good. Tongue of a duck. That sounds like a bad word. hahahah. You tongue of a duck! das right! That is right! Sometimes you gotta talk gansgta to sound normal. For example, you would not want to say, "Yes, I'm just chilling." No. That sounds like some high class British person living in London who is probably a writer of mystery novels who just got into his king size bed on a cold foggy night. If not, then it must be an ice cube having a conversation with his other ice cube friend in the freezer. See you gotta say it like, "ye, i'm just chillin'." Note the apostrophe that replaces the "g". That's how you be a G dawg. cat. bear. gorilla. donkey kong.
Now it's 1:35! oops I went a little overboard.
Good night world.
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