So I've been told by a couple people that my comment box is failing to function within satisfactory parameters. Everything on my end is working fine, so I'm gonna need a little more feedback..... obviously the comment link is fine since comments are being made, and the counter works fine, so I'm assuming that the comments you've made aren't showing up.
Obviously, that which is not satisfactory to you, is not satisfactory to me. So I ask of you, that is "you" the collective, where can I find a simple, reliable, customizable comment box service that is accepting new users? I have a friend who's also looking for a new commenting service, and I don't wanna hook him up with inferior comments.
Purchase of the day? South Park, season 1.
Song of the day? Swan Dive, Ani Difranco.
Watching? the Bone Collector.
Why? Because Angelina's hot.
Funny how things work out. Clark and I were just reflecting on the pure weirdness of the fact that we currently live together. Circumstances being what they were, I wouldn't have expected to find myself here. In this house, in this city, in this frame of mind.
I grew up in the church, believing everything I was told. I spent my days trying desperately to fit in with a group of church kids. I listened to only christian music. I assumed that the future would find me working in the ministry. I thought that would be great.
Little did I know, that I would spend two years doing a brainless and physically damaging production job in a window factory, move to Regina, attend bible school, fly to Africa, make wonderful friends, spend a year living in Winnipeg moving from crappy job to crappy job, and finally find myself disillusioned, yet somehow happy. In a strange way, I feel as though I've been reborn. I bear little resemblance to that kid I used to be. But when I look back on that day when I nine, and I told God that if He did nothing else for me, I only wanted Him to give me wisdom. Somehow I knew that with wisdom, everything else would fall into place.
I didn't consider at the time that an easy life in a middle class family surrounded by the superficial people I knew would not lead to wisdom, though it would be comfortable. And I suppose I should have expected when I said that prayer that my life couldn't possibly continue to be what the people around me thought would be satisfactory. I was only nine. I knew that I wanted to one day be wise, but since I wasn't yet, I didn't know the path that prayer would take me down.
So now here I am, and I still feel like an idiot. I may be no Solomon, but I do know this, that wisdom would not have found me in the place where I asked for it. It's something that can only be found by going somewhere else, walking in someone else's shoes, living someone else's life, listening to someone else's thoughts. Wisdom doesn't just load into your brain like a computer game, you have to go hunt it down. Not just in books and not just from teachers but in those places that you just wouldn't expect to find it.
The search has brought me here. Will I find it here? I don't know. I'm keeping my eyes open.
Obviously, that which is not satisfactory to you, is not satisfactory to me. So I ask of you, that is "you" the collective, where can I find a simple, reliable, customizable comment box service that is accepting new users? I have a friend who's also looking for a new commenting service, and I don't wanna hook him up with inferior comments.
Purchase of the day? South Park, season 1.
Song of the day? Swan Dive, Ani Difranco.
Watching? the Bone Collector.
Why? Because Angelina's hot.
Funny how things work out. Clark and I were just reflecting on the pure weirdness of the fact that we currently live together. Circumstances being what they were, I wouldn't have expected to find myself here. In this house, in this city, in this frame of mind.
I grew up in the church, believing everything I was told. I spent my days trying desperately to fit in with a group of church kids. I listened to only christian music. I assumed that the future would find me working in the ministry. I thought that would be great.
Little did I know, that I would spend two years doing a brainless and physically damaging production job in a window factory, move to Regina, attend bible school, fly to Africa, make wonderful friends, spend a year living in Winnipeg moving from crappy job to crappy job, and finally find myself disillusioned, yet somehow happy. In a strange way, I feel as though I've been reborn. I bear little resemblance to that kid I used to be. But when I look back on that day when I nine, and I told God that if He did nothing else for me, I only wanted Him to give me wisdom. Somehow I knew that with wisdom, everything else would fall into place.
I didn't consider at the time that an easy life in a middle class family surrounded by the superficial people I knew would not lead to wisdom, though it would be comfortable. And I suppose I should have expected when I said that prayer that my life couldn't possibly continue to be what the people around me thought would be satisfactory. I was only nine. I knew that I wanted to one day be wise, but since I wasn't yet, I didn't know the path that prayer would take me down.
So now here I am, and I still feel like an idiot. I may be no Solomon, but I do know this, that wisdom would not have found me in the place where I asked for it. It's something that can only be found by going somewhere else, walking in someone else's shoes, living someone else's life, listening to someone else's thoughts. Wisdom doesn't just load into your brain like a computer game, you have to go hunt it down. Not just in books and not just from teachers but in those places that you just wouldn't expect to find it.
The search has brought me here. Will I find it here? I don't know. I'm keeping my eyes open.
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