My First Fall

Fall. Nature's sewing season.
She and the wind spin leaves into thread,
knitting colorful foliage blankets
draped o'er hills,
changing death to beauty.

ironic beautification.

Spring's beauty anticipated,
while Fall's suprises my untrained eyes.

Look to the trees and see branches nude.
Oranges, reds, yellows come down,
when trees subdued.

photo: Mike Gilger

Vacation Appreciation

So my dad and I had one of our greatest weekends together this past fall break. I got off friday and thursday so we headed up the road to Ohio. Being in Kentucky opens us up to so many more vacation options. The ROCK and ROLL hall of fame was our first stop in Clevland, OH. It was so cool to see John Lennon's lyrics written out and all of the famous people's clothing was pretty neat as well. Next up was the circus. Ringling brothers and Barnum and Bailey provided great entertainment (for us as well as the 30,000 5 year olds), I told dad how interesting it was to view live entertainment happening right in front of you. We look at screens so much now, its just cool to see 7 (YES 7!) motorcycles in a "Globe of Death", riding around in circles together. Finally we headed off to Cedar Point, the reigning "Roller Coaster Capitol of the World". And yes it was incredible. Top Thrill Dragster was my favorite. 0 - 120 mph in 3.8 secs, straight up 420ft in the air and then you come back down at 120 again. Truly amazing. I love the modern age! What a crazy period in time when we can pay to do this .
While laying in our hotel beds the night before Cedar Point, my dad and I had one of our best conversations ever. We talked for so long about how great of a place I am at right now and how great Asbury is for me. He asked about my last entry. He put it well when he said "I was still working out my salvation on this blog thing". It's too hard to come on here and not be honest.

I feel like that day, where i went down to pray at the alter, was about me realizing where I am at. This is the most uncynical thing I have ever been apart of, this Asbury thing. This school is so nice, heartfelt, and honest that when sacasm pops up anywhere, it sticks out, a lot. I don't know if many of the kids in the youthgroup know this, but our youthgroup is a very sarcastic bunch. Our only form of humor is sarcasm. (making fun)

When I got here, I stuck out, badly. It wasn't even verbal sarcasm, or jokes, it was my thoughts. Mean and selfish thoughts. I wasn't connecting with people, because few wanted to become friends in the way like I was used to. I realized how tired I was of being this way. Things that were funny to me back home or in the youthgroup, just stoped being funny. They were just dumb, and mean. I am so glad to be in this place. It's stretching me and shaping my view of life so strongly. I am so glad to be making friends with girls who have pictures of dolphins on their walls. Yes I met a girl who actually had 40 pictures of dolphins all over her walls! She doesn't think it's weird at all, its just what she loves. Yes her room is halarious, but she loves Jesus with her whole heart. She's not cool, thats for sure, but she does know that Jesus loves her and she loves him. She is one of the coolest people i've met here and I am so thankful to be her friend. She is showing me so much about life.
Death to cool.

love Wes

Salvation is here

Some Pictures of Mike and I's room. Note the atmosphere (thats a rare thing in these college dorms)

I have been thinking a lot about accepting Christ and what that means and what happens when you do it. I accepted him when I was 7 years old with my mother by my side to guide me. I can honestly say that I was NOT fully conscious of what I was doing at that moment. However, I have always felt I am a Christian and never doubted the fact that Christ lives in me and that I am constantly searching for him (even if I don't always call it that). These thoughts were never challenged in High School or around my UM church, where I grew up, but I have run into some people here at Asbury that think differently. A certain hall friend prayed with me after a moving chapel early last week. I felt called to go down front and pray, and with tears in my eyes I whole- heartedly walked down to the alter. The friend approached me and asked what was going on. I told him how I don't feel like there is very much love in my life- coming in or going out- and that I felt like I wasn't living up to my full potential in God. He immediately began telling me his story about how he grew up "Christian" but realized, apparently fairly recent, that he wasn't a Christian. He accepted Christ about 2 years ago and had his "moment". I don't feel like I've had that moment. I'll be honest. I have felt the obvious presence of the Holy Spirit in many situations and have found myself fervently asking God to reveal himself to me. But I can't really remember what I said in the car back in '93 when I accepted Christ. I am wondering about what it means to have a moment and if this is a biblical principle or a man-made idea; something we use as a measuring stick. Sometimes I feel like we live in a culture that heightens some testimonies and downplays others. Mine is relatively boring, as far as death to life stories go, and I can't remember a time when God was not in the back of my head guiding me. Sometimes I feel like I know sin and I know what I am saved from, but I don't really know what I am saved from, because I've never been "without" God. He's always been a guiding force. So lately I am questioning my salvation and being very open about it. Because I figure, hey, its my soul. I don't wanna keep these thoughts I've had to myself. I want to let people know how I feel, so I can make it right and get on advancing the kingdom (something else I need to learn how to do).

Does having "the moment" at 7 years old make it null and void?

Must I redo it?

What if sometimes I feel that I can never fully know absolute truth?

Am I a product of postmodernity, just unable to commit, or just not saved?



In love and honesty,

Wes





Ps. I hate the word postmodern now, but the sad truth is, we're in it.

thoughts

....
American boy.



I AM A PRODUCT OF some WRONG,



sitting in a worthwile educational institution,

peering at the television,

chuckling at another culture's time honored traditions,

(while) halfway trying to learn another language,

eating a hershey's bar,

and contemplating my significance.


a perplexing picture, perfectly presenting problematic (self) pity.





(who can help me when I don't think it will come)

....