Stark Raving Christian

will-r:

zombiebeevee:

An old friend came by and we caught up after not hanging out for over a year. She wanted to know what was new and important in my life, and so naturally, I gave her a tour of Tumblr. She was very impressed with all the sassiness, as well as blingees, insanity wolves, bacon, zombies, and other things we like around here. I may have talked for 10 straight minutes about Tumblr. See this?! See this?! And this??!! Isn’t that FUNNYYYY???

Anyway. I feel pretty good about it.

Telling irl friends about Tumblr is like taking the big step in a relationship. -nods- It takes some serious commitment to go that far.

Ay bro. It’s like… I trust you… or something…

sometimesitrains:

(via theinsomniacsalmanac)

I have a license. To be wild.

Hellayeah boy

cold.

and i don’t feel the cold usually, ay?

hehe. I’m such a complainer at the moment.

I believe in traditions. I like them. They are comfortable and safe and reassuring. And this is one of mine: the New Years Eve Email.

This is about the year that was. It’s about what I learned, what I became and the mistakes I made. It’s about love.

If anyone would like to receive this email from me when I send it… theoretically the day after tomorrow but it might be late with the flying thing… or early, please let me know by emailing me at sarai@aol.com.au

Is turning to shit here ay.

I mean, short of me starting sound like a kiwi again, it’s… hard.

My family is insane… I’m currently hanging with my best friend’s girlfriend - who I LOVE and they’re breaking up. As in he is home and she is here and I don’t… wow.

And my aspergers is just melting me down everytime I get around my family.

But thank goodness for my cousin Boo (aka Dean, don’t ask re nickname ay) who FINALLY for the first time understands my religious beliefs and calls me a ‘cool christian’ now who saved me last night from the latest ringer they wanted me to lose my first kiss/virginity to. Love him ay.

Anyway bros, gotta jet. Love you all!!

PS CAN’T WAIT TO GET HOME I JUST FEEL LIKE CRYING

if you are 1 of the people praying for me please dont stop.

typing this on keyboard with no o or k key so forgive typos.

In hell. I think I’ve had three non alcoholic drinks since 11AM christmas eve and it’s 7PM n boxing day and every time I have a glass non alcoholic stuff I get ridiculed hardcore so Im probably dehydrating so I don’t get ridiculed because it’s… it’s too hard. Iam at my wits end. I’m nt handling this. If I could g home now I think i probably wuld because its… I’m not kay. Yu know?

Anyway. I love you all and hope you had/are having a merry christmas. Lve yu guys.

God bless.

 I’ve officially been in airports/on a plane since… 7:45 this morning and it’s now… 2:50 in the afternoon… And I get on my next transfer (an hour flight to Sydney then an hour to change terminals via 15 min shuttle and get on a 3.5 hr flight to Wellington) in about… an hour. I’m tired and my leg is KILLING me. Seriously. it’s pretty nasty. I was fine until a little turbulence coming into Melbourne and the descent. I think mainly the descent killed me. But it’s still pretty sore.

So prayers would be appreciated for that.

In other news: I bought the new Audrey Niffenberger (whatever the hell her name is) book and that seems to be up to the standard of the Time Traveller’s Wife… in that when you read it, it sounds and feels like actual literature. Which I love.

Anyway, enough complaining. I’m going to peruse your posts for a bit :-)

OH!! And there was a three piece band dressed as a Christmas tree, a bauble (ball-like decoration) and a present. No joke.

someone just pretended to be Super Man.

My problem here is… you picked DC?

You could have been anyone man! You could have been Optimus Prime, Sherlock Holmes, Kung Fu Panda, Mal Reynolds, Wolverine, Gambit or Morpheous (Sandman, not Matrix. But either works). Or Captain freakin’ Kirk. And you picked Superman?

capelesscrusader:

starkravingchristian:

She made me cry.

LOL no I love her and so should you!

I GOT YOUR LETTER TODAY!!!

And can I just put it out there how awesome it is that it came today? The day before I fly out for a week? So touched. So amazed.

Katee! Thank you so much, I love you - and the green sticky note ;-P

I read that title and the first line and was all “oh noes! What did I do?!” Good thing I decided to read the entire post, afterwards! haha.

I am so, so, so happy that it got to you just in time. Sorry it took so long to be sent out in the first place. I’m a slacker. I’m also glad that you enjoyed the sticky note :)

I love you beautiful and have a fabulous time in New Zealand. I’m going to miss you.

I love you and I’ll miss you too! I’ll try to have fun ;-P

She made me cry.

LOL no I love her and so should you!

I GOT YOUR LETTER TODAY!!!

And can I just put it out there how awesome it is that it came today? The day before I fly out for a week? So touched. So amazed.

Katee! Thank you so much, I love you - and the green sticky note ;-P

Yay.

Eh she’s moving to another country. I’ll play nice.

Talk to you guys later… probably on NYE though. Mine, not yours. And I’ll post my traditional NYE email here as well.

God bless

I have to say, I’ve never been digging on the psalms.

But just lately… I’ve been getting really into them.

57

62

63

particularly.

Perhaps because I’m reading the Amplified at the moment.

But you know what else? I’ve been thinking about the word ‘Selah’ - it appears a bit in the Psalms.

It means ‘pause and think on that’

I think I need to Selah a little more in my life.

will-r:

Guardian of virgins, and holy father Joseph, to whose faithful custody Christ Jesus, Innocence itself, and Mary, Virgin of virgins, were committed; I pray and beseech thee, by these dear pledges, Jesus and Mary, that, being preserved from all uncleanness, I may with spotless mind, pure heart, and chaste body, ever serve Jesus and Mary most chastely all the days of my life. Amen.

Latin version:
Virginum custos et pater, sancte Ioseph, cuius fideli custodiae ipsa Innocentia Christus Iesus et Virgo virginum Maria commissa fuit; te per hoc utrumque carissimum pignus Iesum et Mariam obsecro et obtestor, ut me, ab omni immunditia praeservatum, mente incontaminata, puro corde et casto corpore Iesu et Mariae semper facias castissime famulari. Amen.

Any suggestions?

If anyone suggests anything more christmassy than “Santa’s Papers” by Tripod (a song about Santa getting detained on Christmas Island for being an illegal immigrant) then I will bring the hurt.

Secular/Christian whatever. Inspire me musically :-)?

I know it seems silly but I’m really scared about being in Wellington, NZ with the family. I’ll be the only Christian. I’ll be the only one who isn’t an alcoholic. The only who doesn’t smoke marijuana. I’ll be the only single and NOT LOOKING one. I’ll be the only who doesn’t swear.

You could say I coud use this time to witness to my family - but I’ve tried and failed before. So I just hope to be a witness by my actions and joy.

I’m scared because I’m scared I’ll come back swearing. I’m scared I’ll let them convince me to do something stupid. They’ve been trying to get me to lose my first kiss and/or virginity since I was sixteen.

It’s going to be rough. I just want God with me. So if you guys are speaking to the Big Guy, mention that I’m here, and I need Him.

When two or more and all that… Which I think counts. Because while we might not be physically gathered I still believe that we are gathered in His name.

And what a name it is!

The last day my sister, mother and I will be all together in at least a year. So yes… that’s exciting.

And it could be the last day I see my sister this year (unless she’s working the morning shift at the airport tomorrow). It’s definitely the last day I see Dad and Chris this year.

But you know what I love the most about Christmas? My sister, when we’re together, waking up at 6:30 and crawling into my bed with me. That’s precious. And I miss her being there sometimes. Living apart from her… Anyway.

Apparently I’m not short… I’m fun-size.

Thank you creepy clerk where I was working yesterday. Thank you so much.

thisheart:

Some days I will be walking and I will try to picture my face in my mind…and I just can’t. All I can see is this big puff of red hair attached to a face covered in blank skin.

Yes. I forget what I look like. The colour of my eyes, the shape of my lips… Even my hair… When I think about how I look in my head, it’s very different to how I look in the world. Is that weird? I’m beautiful in my head but in the world… it’s not quite the same.

I don’t know how I’m going to fix it.

I don’t think I can fix it. I don’t think it’s my job either.

But my stomach is a mess and I can’t sleep.

And I’m angry and sad. Because when he breaks my trust, decimates me, I go to him and tell him exactly what he’s done and how I’m hurt. When I manage to upset him (constantly) over nothing (not exaggerating) he just gets cut and short with me and doesn’t talk to me and gets angry and bitter and then I’m left trying to figure what the hell I’ve done this time. Why can’t he just talk to me? Why does he have to get offended at everything!? Hasn’t he figured out yet that I love him like a brother and there is no way I’d hurt him deliberately?

Sigh.

And my sciatica nerve is pinched. Meh. Life is… complicated.

Sorry for being such a complainer but it’s kind of how I feel right now.

Love life still though :-)

On the twelfth day of christmas, Osama gave to me:

12 Dubya M D’s

11 B1 Bombers

10 tonnes of C4

9 Tiger tanks

8 vulcan cannons

7 submachine guns

6 German lugers

5 ninja stars

4 dueling blades

3 poisoned darts

2 throwing knives

and some num-chucks owned by Bruce Lee…

Mark and Dave and I wrote this yesterday… we’re awesome.

I really am not into Christmas.

I don’t like tinsel, wreaths or fairy lights.

I loathe christmas carols. I do.

I mean, I could crap on and on about how the commonly accepted birthplace of Christ is actually a cave, I could talk about how if I see one more inaccurate nativity featuring wise men (who were two years after the birth) I’ll scream, I can talk about how it definitely didn’t happen in December for several reasons. I could. But I won’t.

I hate the commercialism. I don’t like it. I don’t like the lies we tell ourselves and everyone else. I’m not okay with it.

I think the Christmas Spirit is vodka.

I love Christ, I celebrate his birth in my heart every day. But I despise the Christmas season.

Ironically, very few problems with Easter. Sigh.

I’m online!

For a spot anyway.

At my mothers house again… second last time I’ll see her probably before she goes to live in the land of the long white cloud (NZ). Should have net back home on Wednesday… but I leave for NZ for a week on Thursday… so probably won’t really be able to ‘catch up’ until, you know, next year…

Yumm…

eating one now :-)

in pain. My sciatica nerve is killing me.

I feel ill from my immunotherapy shot today.

But you know what?

I’ve decided I’m beautiful. Possibly because of my pain. Because I’m resilient and confident, assured in my Maker and strong in my hope.

And I don’t mind if this makes me weird.