Its either really late, or almost time for a pop tart

So my computer tells me it is 3:03, and clearly I am awake. A little over an hour ago I got a call from a really good friend of mine named Mac out in Seattle. We actually talked about blogs for a little while and he gave strong disapproval that I had started my own.

"I dont do blogs, it is 2 dimentional reality."

I made fun of him for having a myspace and still feeling that way and he replied, "Here is my thing with blogs, they are often times way too personal and I cant do anything about that. I read that some guy says, "I tried to kill myself last week" and I think to myself - thats terrible, I want to do something. But I cant. And whats worse, if he is puting it on the internet, no one AROUND him is doing anythin for him either."

Anyways, we talked about a lot of things. For the first time we talked about me changing my mind at the last second and not coming out there. We talked about preaching, and money, and work, and women. He wants to start a church that reaches the deaf community in ways that we currently dont. He said that they are not identified as a people group, but if they were they would be the largest unreached people in the world.


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I started to type a bunch of the rest of our conversation, but it means to much to just post the whole thing up here.

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much love, and congrats to the people that got the sleep that i didnt tonight. though you can have it, because i havent seen 3:16 a.m. in a long time.



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