I sat down to whip up a quick little paragraph under the “About” section in my new blog, only to realize it’s a tad more complicated than I had originally thought. There are several questions one should answer in one’s “About” section, such as: Whats my name? Where am I from? What are my interests? Why do I do what I do? What is it that I “do”? Am I a Coke or a Pepsi person? The list goes on and on, eventually giving a brief overview of the self that I see as….well, me.
Essentially my task is to answer the question WHO AM I (great Jackie Chan movie btw) in a brief blog post. A daunting task? Nahhhhh. Not as long as I have a bit of fun with it. So I decided to give a glimpse of me through one of my favorite mediums of music: rap (and since this is a written blog, unfortunately for you (or rather fortunately), you won’t be able to hear my flow or the beat)).
Name’s Steven J Ticknor, but I go by Steve
In Florida was where I was born and conceived
At age one moved back to Wisconsin
Where they eat brats from the ……. ville of Johnson
Nevermind that’s too hard.
Hows about I try putting it in the format of an online dating website (forgive me if I’m not accurate in what’s on those websites; I’ve never actually been on one):
Name: Steve Ticknor
Nickname: The Stevester
Occupation: Student (is that really considered an occupation? I mean I’ve seen it as an option for occupation. But I thought occupation meant you make money for what you do, not by giving it all away in return for an education I “coulda got for a dollah fifty in late chahges at the public library” (bonus point to whoever can name that movie) )
Eye color: Blue (Like a wolf’s….. I think.)
Hair color: Light brown with blondish tints (not like highlights, just a blondy shimmer)
Height: Not tall enough
Weight: Fluctuates with digestion
Hobbies: Having tea with friends, thinking (about the meaning of life and whatnot), conjuring up movie ideas, stargazing (for hours and hours and hours), exercising, adventuring in the great outdoors, playing a little ukulele, kicking it with little kids, and living life. Ya know. The usual.
Religion: Come ask me. We’ll talk about it.
Relationship Status: Girls stink. The only ones you should trust are your mother and sister. (Just kidding. But really. Girls are trouble.)
Ok, that takes care of the basics. Now what?
Ah yes, a slight insight into my “religious” beliefs.
First off, God is HUGE. Like Ginormous. Think of the biggest….nope, not even gonna go there. Analogies don’t work.
God is everything we can’t explain. The Force that created, sustains, and intervenes in existence. He is what every scientific discovery, every feeling rooted in truth, every musical note, every awestruck sight, every …….. ANYTHING you can possibley think of points to (except all that bad stuff, but there’s a good explanation why that’s there; hint: it has something to do with that Adam fella).
I have to take a break here because my head is spinning with all my thoughts right now. But in due time, I’ll pour all those thoughts out in this blog once I can sort them out.
Back to my rant…
God is so grand that no one can even attempt to comprehend Him. Since human’s ability to comprehend more than eating and pooping, we’ve been trying to get some kind of a glimpse of this Creator. Ergo religion. Through these various religions, we’ve discovered a bit of truth in the mystery of existence. Each religion has grasped a part of God: Hinduism, a sense of unity in the universe; Buddhism, a sense of tranquility in being; Islam, a reverence for the holy; Judaism, a hope for redemption. And then there’s Christianity, one of the newest religions of humanity.
But there is a marked difference between Christianity and other religions. Christianity boasts of a no name, blue color kid from a hick town. A homeless wanderer who never left more than 40 miles from his birthplace during his ministry. This man led a band of teenage boys around, hanging out with the dirtiest people in society and had the nerve to tell the most respected religious leaders in town that they were full of it. The commoners spoke of his miracles and crowds formed when he walked into town. He was one popular dude. And yet, he was murdered. And buried. So goes the short lived tale of the man. Until his followers started running around town claiming he had RISEN FROM THE DEAD. Its not an exaggeration to compare their claims to that of a zombie. A bodily risen person. Lunacy in any day and age.
I’ve gotta start winding this post down. Its getting pretty long as it is. That man is whom I believe in. Jesus Christ. His resurrection affirmed everything He spoke. And makes following Him and not the world worth it. Even follwoing Him from my comfort and safety to 11 countries over 11 months.
And so hello. Let me reiterate, my name is Steve. And I invite you to join me on my adventure on The World Race.
