Welcome Back to the Grind:

So it hasn’t even been a week yet, but we are already back into the swing. Today is our first campus assembly and I guess I must be important because I have an agenda. Ok, so I am the student body president and I guess that I have an important role. But I am excited.

Last night we did “The Hunt” and it went well. I had a mohawk for it actually. I had Brent cut my hair and while he was buzzing it (yeah, I have a buzz cut now... not bic’ed, but buzzed). He left a inch and a half wide strip down the center of my head....”Dude, you should totally leave that for The Hunt!” So I did. In combination with dying it black, it looked wicked cool!

I dressed up in my black rave pants with boots, gray with black ringer Past Out T, Brent’s blue sunglasses and my big black leather trench coat. I looked menacing. I walked down to Tim Hortons, sat and drank a medium tea with milk and 5 sugars and had 2, almost 3 groups walk right past me. It was great.

Anywho, so here I sit in the assembly and wait in anticipation for my turn to stand and delivery the passion that God has given me for this campus. My hope is that people not only see me as I am, but that they also see Christ through me.

Heart Beats Inside:

Have you ever heard a song that has convicted you in any way? Has someone's heart-felt lyrics pierced your heart which should be pumping with love, mercy, and compassion in a way that makes you bleed out the infection of apathy and general unconcern for your fellow man? I just read these lyrics today from the song Heart Beats Inside by Brave Saint Saturn and felt compelled to blog about it:



The girl in the alley kneels with exhaustion
She's guarded by the skinny guy who limps from some infection
Behind a veil of bleached thin hair her eyes tell a story
Like a photo of Berlin, December 1944
She's looking for a handout, she's been high for several weeks now
She's too far gone for whoring and the money just gave out

And her heart still beats inside
And the blood runs in her veins
A remnant of life remains
Her heart still beats inside

The man finally comes to the door, I've seen him several times
He always looks pissed off and his sunglasses stay on
I think he got his biceps and tattoos while in prison
And it doesnt seem to bother him when he says "go to hell"

And his heart still beats inside
The blood runs in his veins
A remnant of life remains
His heart still beats inside

The thought it comes to my mind, to somehow intervene
But it could bring me trouble, and what can I do anyway?
It's hard to be effective when it happens so often
To see a life unraveling, through drawn venetian blinds
I'm sickened by compassion, I'm stifled by my limitations
Anesthetic apathy, come take the pain away

And my heart still beats inside
The blood runs in my veins
A remnant of life remains
And my heart still beats inside

Oh God, we need you here
We're sinking fast and we dont care
The evidence is all around me, on both sides of my door
Our hearts beat