I guess this entry is kind of a rant, but it’s from one of my many pet peevs: Why do fast food places put so much stinkin’ ice in the cup?
I mean seriously, that is sooo unnecessary! Aren’t they supposed to be there to serve you? To help make our lives easier? Well, when I say I would like a Dr. Pepper (the closest thing to a perfect soft drink) I mean I want a Dr. Pepper, not ice and just sorta sprinkle some Dr. Pepper in there. Three sips of completely watered down Dr. Pepper is NOT going to satisfy my craving! And you can’t get a free refill in drive-thru! C’mon people!
When I shake my drink, I want to hear some sort of liquid sloshing around in there, not the CACHONK CACHONK of 5 pounds of ice bouncing up and down!
Usually I just say no ice, but then they give me a dirty look and spit on my hamburger, and I’d rather have too much ice then someone else’s saliva.
Anyway, there’s my rant. Like it or lump it, so long as you leave the ice out of it.

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So last week I went skiing. I love skiing! The beauty of the view as you go up on the ski lift; the excitement as you get ready to go down the hill; the thrill of not knowing if you’ll make it down alive or not; the realization of the fact that, no, you will not make it down alive as you speed around another corner going waaay too fast; then the happiness of making it down, with all of your limbs attached. Then doing all over again!

Anyway, as I was skiing, I was thinking (as I tend to do when skiing, although mostly all I think is “Weeeee!!!! Faster! Faster! Turn! Faster! Too Fast! Slow Down! Look out!!!…Sorry, miss.), “Wow, I really need to post something on Xanga!”
So I started thinking, again. I thought about how Xanga and skiing can be compared. And this is what I came up with:
Anyone can ski. It doesn’t matter what sex, race religion, ect., so long as they know the right way to ski. If they don’t, they will end up getting hurt, hurting others, making themselves look like an idiot, or all of the above. Trust me, I have seen, even know, someone who has tried to ski, but do it the wrong way; it’s not pretty! They may never ski again due to the incident.
Sometimes, it takes years of just going down the bunny hill, or even watching other ski, to gain the courage and know-how to tackle a big slope. Other times, the skier is a natural, and they just tear the slopes up.
There are, for the most part, three kinds of skiers: beginner (just starting out), intermediate (they’ve been skiing for a while now, so they can do alot of things a beginner can’t, but they still can’t do what an advanced skier does), or advanced (an awesome skiier, they can take on just about anything that’s thrown at them), and each should ski the slope that they know they can handle. If a beginner tries to take on a double black diamond, he will more than likely crash. But perhaps after becoming a bit more seasoned, he will be able to step up from the small hills, and take on some bigger hills. But the thing about skiing is, you won’t become better unless you have guts, take a chance, and try a bigger hill. A beginner will never become an intermediate if he stays on the bunny hill all the time. He has to come out of his protective shell, and try something a bit more riskier. Sure he might fall. But eventually he will become better, and who knows, maybe one day he’ll be cruising down a death-defying quadruple black diamond, awing everyone!
Now for the applying:
Anyone can blog. It doesn’t matter what sex, race, religion ect., so long as they know the right way to blog. If they don’t, they will end up getting hurt, hurting others, making themself look like an idiot, or all of the above. Trust me, I have seen (as I am sure most of us have) someone try to blog, but the wrong way, and it wasn’t pretty. They may never recover from that.
Sometimes it takes years of of blogging about little things, or of watching how others blog, to gain the courage and know-how to tackle bigger issues (You know, like the king we see every day under “Featured Weblogs”.). Other times, someone may just atert a blog, and be a natural, and they take on core subjects without a problem.
Like skiing, there is, for the most part, three kinds of blogers, or Xangans; beginner (they are just starting out), intermediate (they’ve been on Xanga for a while, so they can blog about some things a beginner can’t, but they still arn’t as seasoned as an advanced Xangan), and advanced (these are moslty the Xangalebs, need I say more ). Each should only blog about what they know they can handle. A beginner shouldn’t try tackling a blog about [insert controversial subject here] or else they could seriously ruin their reputation. But they also shouldn’t just blog about the easy stuff all the time either. The only way they’ll end up becoming a Xangaleb is if they take a chance! If you mess up, learn from your mistake, and later try again! And someday, you’ll be saying,”TheologiansCafe, who’s that?”

There’s thin inside joke I have with a couple of my buddies about this not very funny joke where a pilot crashes a plane. All these people are hurt, some dead, and it’s a big ball of confusion and chaos, when the pilot comes over the intercom and says just two words: “My bad!” So now sometimes we just walk around doing stupid stuff, then shouting “my bad” as we run away. (But of course we get caught, because there are cameras in our school, right Mr. C? )
I know it’s not funny. I’m not the one that made the joke up. But it helps me prove a point.
Have you ever done/said something really stupid, and you wanted to either take it back, or go crawl in a hole a pretend nothing happened? To just say, “My bad!” and move on?
That happened to me yesterday. I was in sort of a bad mood. (Not a good time to comment people!)  I commented a certain site, under a certain topic, having to do with faith in God. I replied to all those that said the didn’t believe in God, saying He was either a myth or a fairytale. When I was typing it, it looked really good. It was really long, and I was thinking it was a pretty good comment. So I clicked submit, refreshed the page, and almost died!
Apparently it was extremely aggressive. (After reading it, I realized it most definitely was.) I was called a troll trying to shove my religion down other peoples throats, I was rebuked by fellow Christians, I was called self righteous, I was told I had alienated myself from others, and I was cussed out by a Buddhist.
I would have loved to just say, “My bad!” and have everyone forget about it. To just have everyone suddenly understand what I was trying to say, and forgive and forget about that horrible comment.
Unfortunately, the world (or Xanga)  doesn’t work like that. I apologized about 10 times and tried my best to show Christian character in asking forgiveness that I lacked in that comment. But we can’t just say, “My bad,” every time we make a mistake. We have to, as I humbly learned, learn from our mistakes. We need to take what happened and learn what could’ve been done differenly, not dwell on what happened and wallow in self pity as I did at first while the Buddhist typed obscenities at me. We have to analyze the situation, realize what we did wrong, and make sure we don’t do it again.
 I learned that a good offense is a horrible defense. And that Buddhist aren’t the peace-loving pacifist monks we all thought them to be.
On a completely different note, after apoligizing for the last time, I came back to my site to see that TheBigShowAtUD, my favorite Xangaleb, commented me. It was awesome. I tried to just blow it off, like, “Yeah, another one of those big shot dudes came to my site again. I’m thinking about asking them to stop sending all that fan mail.” But it was hard. Now I know how the ugly new girl feels when the quarterback from the football team walks by and sort of nods at her.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a good day.
God bless.

It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO frustrating going from blogging more often about my thoughts and getting to know new people and all that other stuff that wanna-be Xangalebraties do to occasionaly getting on, yet not having time to do anything.. My internet access is severely  limited right now, so that’s why I haven’t updated in forever, or commented anyone, and why I’m in the dark about this Lion King thing. My basketball season is ending soon, so that will help a tiny bit, but not much. I hope I’ll be able to start getting on as much as, if not more, than I used to. But for now, things look bleak. I’ll try to keep up with things.
Just know that I did not die. I am still here!
Kinda.

“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” II Chronicles 7:14
First I would like to wish everyone a happy New Year. I had something I was going to post, but with my limited Internet access, the time passed away, and I looked up and BAM! it’s January 3, 2009!

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama. Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama. The judge’s poem sums it up quite well.

America the Beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims’ pride;
I’m glad they’ll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God’s love
and a need to always pray.

We’ve kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We’ve voted in a government
that’s rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God’s not angry,
that our land’s a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven
and forgive us of our sins,
He’ll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
if you don’t – then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.

~Judge Roy Moore

With President-elect Obama’s term coming up and the cabinet he’s picked, America desperately need prayer! I mean, I’m as enthusiatic as the next guy about Hilary Clinton being out new Secretary of State, because that mean more Hilary Clinton jokes, and who doesn’t love those!? I may not be the smartest guy when it comes to politics, but it doesn’t take a Democratic rocket scientist to see that America is about to go through some serious Barack Obama-copyrighted “change!”

As the old song “It’s Time to Pray” goes,”It’s time for all America to pray.”

God bless.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas this year. I know it may be hard, but don’t get caught up in all the hustle and bustle, and remember to keep the CHRIST in CHRISTmas. Sit down and read Luke 2. Remember this wonderful thing that God has done for us in sending down His only Son to save us from our sin.
Merry Christmas, and God bless!

{[This is a very random topic, but I have not posted anything in a while, and I had been thinking about this question for a while.

Was Judas Iscariot saved? Is he, right now, in Heaven, or in Hell?

"Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, Saying, I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said, What is that to us? see thou to that.And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself.."  Matt. 27: 3-5

I believe he is indeed in Heaven. "Why?" you may (or may not) ask. Here's some reasons:
1. He was one of the Twelve. If Judas wouldn't have been any help to Jesus' ministry, then He wouldn't have kept him around for three years.
2. The context says he repented. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) Repent also means confess, which also means to admit one has done sin. Judas said himself that "I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood." Sounds like a confession to me! He obviously knew he had sinned and in returning to the temple, he hoped to fix it in some way.

But when he saw that the "chief priests and elders" had no intention of releasing Jesus ("What is that to us? see thou to that"), Judas threw the silver (later referred to as "blood money") on the floor, and went out and hanged himself. He felt extremely guilty about what he had done, otherwise he wouldn't have committed suicide.

What are your thoughts on this subject? Do you agree or disagree? Let me know!

God Bless.]}

That is what I had posted, but after talking it over with different people and further study, it’s obvious that I was wrong. Many time Jesus make some sort of remark, calling Judas something like “a devil”, or (as ExecutionofSwiftVengeancee pointed out) “the son of perdition,” which is also what the AntiChrist is called. My reasons were horrible ones, now that I look them over! Judas was called upon to be one of the Twelve only to  fulfill his role and deliver Jesus into the hands of the Romans. He more than likely followed Jesus only because he, like many other people, thought that the Kingdom Jesus talked about so much was an earthly one. He believed, perhaps, that when Jesus overthrew the Romans, he would benefit from being a follower of the King.
The second reason is faulty because Judas only felt bad for doing sin, he never really confessed doing wrong, and he never asked for forgiveness.
I made a mistake, but I’m human. It’s not my first and it won’t be my last. Thanks to all who helped me realize my error.
God bless you all.

“In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thess. 5:18

We have so much to be thankful for! Food, shelter. clothing, family, friends, internet, xanga, His Word, Salvation, God’s grace, and about a trillion other things! I’m sure a lot of people either already have posted a list of things they’re thankful, or are going to. That’s great! That’s something we should do. But I’m going to switch it up here.

Notice how Paul says “in every thing.” Everything. Do we really give thanks in everything? Do you have a thankful spirit in every trial that you go through? I know I don’t, but we ought to. In everything, give thanks.

Note that he doesn’t say, “For every thing, give thanks.” We don’t have to be thankful for the trial, but we need to be thankful in the trial for everything God has done for us. You don’t have to say, “Lord, thank You for this trial,” but rather, “Lord, thank You for whatever will come of this trial, for I know that You work all things together for good.” We can be thankful in the trial knowing that, “the trying of your faith worketh patience.” (James 1:3)

So on this Thanksgiving Day, be thankful! Not just for what God has blessed you with, but also for what He will bless you with, if you remain faithful (and thankful!) to Him

I can hear some sort of a buzzing noise, kinda like…a plane, maybe? I opened my eyes to the sky. I was on my back, surrounded by some sort of silk…a parachute?
“That was quite an entrance!” someone said.
“Are you O.K.?” said another voice.
I sat up and shook my head, hoping to clear the cobwebs and remember what was going on.

The last I remember, I was in the jungle. Now I’m on some sort of beach, with my friends standing a ways off.
“Hey, what happened?” I called out.
“You just jumped from the plane!” one of them returned.
That explains the buzzing noise, but The only time I’ve ever been in a plane was when I…

Came to the Island!?
“Did I just get here?”
“Yeah! Wow, you must’ve hit your head pretty hard!”
So it was all a dream? I’m at the beginning again?
Katie stepped out of the group. “Hey, Aaron! I’m glad you came!”
It seemed she was the one leading the Islanders.
Good choice, I thought to myself.
“Well, I’m here to help save the Island!” I said, hoping to sound more enthusiastic then I felt.

So it’s a new start, I guess. As I got up and walked toward the group, I realized there was a very good chance this Island was going to make it!

(I apologize to Katie for taking over the stories.  They were her’s to begin with, and from now on, I will not post a story unless I have complete permission from Katie, the head of Xanga Island.)