I am chalking up Saturday, May 21, 2011 as one of the best
days of my life. Curious? Don’t worry, I will oblige that curiosity. Read on…
according to a ‘Christian’ preacher. My take on this situation- that guy is a complete
jackass. Pardon my French. I cannot believe people say things like that, even
more so, I cannot believe that so much commotion is caused by people who
listen. I mean, honestly, is that really front page news for worldwide news
leader CNN?
That man needs slapped across his pretty little face… out of
love of course. Being a believer of Jesus Christ, I find it difficult to
imagine a greater disservice to the advancement of the Gospel. Through it all, God will get His glory that He deserves and life goes on
though, eh? Life on this planet is the most astonishing of things to witness. Reaching
into the archives, I’d like to bust out a quote from the 1993 cinematic gold
known as, Jurassic Park:
“Dr. Ian Malcolm: If there is one thing history has taught
us it’s that life will not be contained. Life breaks free, expands to new
territory, and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously.
Henry Wu: You’re implying that a group composed entirely of female
animals will… breed?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, I’m simply saying that life, uh… finds a way.”
Thanks for that nugget of truth Dr. Ian Malcolm, life does finds
a way. I can give witness to this claim in that May, 21st marked the
sixth month anniversary since I should have lost my life in the plains of
Africa. Six months to the day since I found myself pinned underneath that van against
the dusty, orange clay wondering if this was it. That was the most painful and
terrifying day of my life, but by the divine hand of God, life found a way. Half
a year later the eight survivors of the wreck: Caleb Galloway, Daniel Durick,
Kimberly Kaim, Melissa Ventura, Juliette Steele, Natalie Swartzendruber,
Stephanie Woody and myself, each look back and we each celebrate the day that
God saved our lives.
one of its largest festivities of the year on May 21st as well. It
is an event called ‘The Colors of 1 Malaysia’ that celebrates the many
different cultures in Malaysia uniting together as one. Malaysia is rich with Malay,
Indian, Muslim and Chinese cultures but there are nice blends of smaller
sub-cultures that add even more variety to the mix. Tourism is important to the
Malaysian peoples, and of course to the Malaysian economy. ‘The Colors of 1 Malaysia’
put on a parade that zigzagged through the city streets leading to the heart of
Kuala Lumpur where a massive concert was rocking the concrete jungle. Differences
were laid aside as all peoples came together to dance in the streets to rejoice
at how beautiful life is… together.
day. As I partied downtown with well over 10,000 brothers and sisters from all over
the world I shouted up over the thumping music, ‘End of the world my a**!’ I realize I said ass, twice, no now
three times, in this blog… pardon my French again. Merci. I just get so fired
up. Six months ago to this day my back was swollen, black and blue and my legs
were tingling as I lay in a hospital bed wondering if I would walk again.
This day my legs were kicking and my feet tapping as I
danced in the streets all night long, wishing morning would never come. Praise
the Lord.
