Last night my group of Santa Clarita friends went to a concert in Irvine. We saw Third Day, Switchfoot, Jars of Clay. The most dissapointing act was Jars of Clay, they just didn’t seem up to par. An interesting thing happened at the concert that shows the shift in culture within the last 15 years. Instead of people getting out there lighters, they brought out there cellphones. Now this may seem unsignificant to the young Read More …
Well, today I head down to San Diego. Tomorrow is my 10 year class reunion, boy that went by quickley. I took the time to get out my old yearbook and thumb through the pages. It is amazing how some things change and others don’t. I am still keep in touch with a handful of friends from highschool and I am still trying to forget what a punk I was back then. I look back Read More …
I am a British Christian. My family were Christians when Ireland was still in pagan darkness. I belong to the ancient church of this land. I didn’t like the thought of this Irish missionary upstart. I thought he was a puppet of the English king, whom I hate. When I saw him coming down the lane I would have passed by in silence. But something about him, something in the way he looked at me, made me stop. ‘Are Read More …