Taking a break...

I will be taking a break from blogging.

Lately blogging has just seemed like too much of a hassel for me so I will take a breather to get some new material.

I don't know when I'll start again.
(site will still be up if you want to read past entries)

Tagged

Well I've been tagged by Jill. I gotta put the 10 things I love the most. I'm not gonna put god, friends or family or even 10... I'm lazy I'll do 6. So here they are:

1.Music - Guitar, listening to guitar, and playing guitar (its all good)... sweeeeeeeeeet! Guitar solo's that break your ear-drums so you can't hear anything for hours.

2.Talking - I can't go without communicating, not because I'm a Williams but you learn so much of others and so many things may reflec on yourself.

3.Playing In the mud - Yep, did that today at the beach!

4. Poetry - It's girly, but since I'm so awesome it's cool when I read it (I don't write, I just respect others work).

5.Being Myself - Whats the point of being perfect and boring like your supposed to be when you can make mistakes, laugh at nothing, and enjoy life.

6. Connor, Emma, and Gracy - SOOOO AWESOME! I love Connor saying, "Poop Head" all the time, Emma smiling for no reason, and Gracy just flat out being cute.

Window and Mirror

One day there was this incredably greedy man. A rabbi pulled this man to a window and asked him, “What do you see?” The man replied, “I see children playing, women walking, and men talking.” The rabbi brought him to a mirror and said “Now what do you see?” He replied “Well, obviously I see myself.” The rabbi said to the man, “The window and mirror are both made with glass, but as soon as some silver is added all you see is yourself.”

No Blogging

I'll be in Disneyland till the 23rd (and you wont be) so there will be no more posts from me for atleast a week. BYE and don't expect any presents...

Tony Campolo

Tony Campolo says:
"When you were born you were the only one crying, everyone else was happy..."

What goes around comes around...

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer.

At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

An Amazing Bum (true story)

This pastor was on a retreat in Australia and he got this hotel two blocks from the conference. The next morning the pastor decided to walk his way to the conference. During his walk he was accosted by a man who obviously lived on the street. The dirty, worn out man exclaimed right in the pastors face "If you died right now, Where would you go?". Shocked and scared the pastor immediately walked away from this street person towards the conference. The next morning the pastor once again made his way to the conference on foot. And again he was stopped by the street person with the same question. Now furious, the pastor stormed all the way to the conference in a bad mood.

At the conference the pastor stood up and told the other members about this bum that shocked him at the corner. One man stood up and told the pastor that it was that man that burned the question into his head that eventually lead him to Christ. Another man stepped up and said the same thing. Men and women of all different ages eventually started to stand up and by the time these people were done, the majority of the pastors in the room had actually been lead to Christ through this bum.

Ashamed, the pastor went back to his hotel room after the conference, fell on his knees and asked God for forgiveness. The next day the pastor went right back to the same street corner and this time caught the bum off guard. Dumbfounded, the bum stopped and was about to ask him the same question when the pastor cut him off. The pastor told him of the profound effect he had upon these people.

Immediately after hearing this the bum became to weep (and I mean WEEP). He then with a gentle voice told the pastor "When I became a Christian I had nothing to offer God, so I've stood on this same street corner for twenty-two years asking the same question. Up until now I have had no indication that I've had any effect on anyone, Thank you". So the two men walked off and had lunch together completely amazed by what God had done.

I don't know if when you were watching the new years 2000 fireworks on TV you watched Sidney Australia's, but there was a whole set of fireworks dedicated to the memory of one simple man who brought nothing but a question. Ultimately, the man had been recognized in thousands of peoples lives as the man who brought forth Jesus and was the reason that they came to the Lord.

Farewell Pope

Alas! The Pope was dying. He sent a message for present Canadian Prime Minister, Paul Martin and past Prime Minister, Jean Chrétien to come to the Vatican. When they arrived in Rome they were ushered into his bedroom. As they entered the room, the Pope held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The Pope grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything. Being Catholics, both Martin and Chrétien were touched and flattered that the old Pope would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because he had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.

Finally, Chrétien asked, "'Oly Fodder, what for did you hask de two of huss to come 'ere to your place?"

The old Pope mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go also."

Bush or Kerry

There's a teacher in a small Texas town. She asks her class how many of them are Bush fans. Not really knowing what a Bush fan is, but wanting to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raise their hands except one boy--Johnny. The teacher asks Johnny why he has decided to be different. Johnny says, "I'm not a Bush fan."
The teacher says, "Why aren't you a Bush fan?"
Johnny says, "I'm a John F. Kerry fan."
The teacher asks why he's a Kerry fan. The boy says, "Well, my mom's a Kerry fan, and my Dad's a Kerry fan, so I'm a Kerry fan!"
The teacher is kind of angry, because this is Texas, so she says, "What if you're Mom was a moron, and you're dad was an idiot, what would that make you?"
Johnny says, "That would make me a Bush fan."