Sometimes I hate when Jesus comes through...

Sometimes I hate when Jesus comes through for me. Lately I have had a lot of prayers answered for me and as great as that is, it also is stressing me out. Just look at he has done for me lately.

• In my persuasion and propaganda class I am leading a huge food drive that will be capped off with a week of awareness. I personally believe if we just ask for cans of food without spreading awareness of poverty we are not doing the job right. Now I have to over see everything before anything can be done. I have to book speakers, okay events, go to countless meetings with WCCC officials, come up with ideas and so much more. On top of this I have to give several speeches throughout or week of awareness, none of which am I ready for.
• I have been excepted into four great schools. I just have to pick one but I do not know which one. I am almost certain that I should go to Eastern but I have a lot of biased towards it.
• Army of Cranes is officially a Christian band. We are not trying the whole Christians in a band thing, we want to work for the Kingdom. We also have been getting a lot of gigs lately (probably because we are giving all to him), so that is the added stress. Practice dates and writing time is becoming so precious because none of us have any time as it is.
• This is a tough one to talk about. I love you guys at Charter Oak UMC but I have been praying to have an opportunity to serve in other ministries in the area. I have had three opportunities as of late. One was to be a Chaplain of camp, which paid more money than I have ever seen in my life. I declined that offer because of prior obligations to my band. Pastor Chris has recommended me (as well as Amber Biddle) to his friend in Johnstown who is looking for a youth minister. Most recently I have been asked to help start a youth ministry in Latrobe.
• In addition to all that I am dirt poor and I need to get another job.

Even though Jesus is answer my prayers, I am stressed beyond belief. I just need to find what is in his will and we will see.

Let me tell you about my friend Patrick...

This Tuesday is Saint Patrick's Day, the day that is usually celebrated with getting drunk and then peeing in the street. As much as I love being intoxicated and being nude in public, I cannot help but think there is more to this day. So I did I little research and I found out that Patty was a pretty rad dude.

At the age of sixteen Patrick was your average Britt. I am sure he enjoyed all the customs of those early Germanic tribes, although his life was about to change. He was kidnapped by Irish militants and taken back to Ireland as a slave. After six years of being a slave he managed to escape and return to his family and then became a missionary.

This is where the story gets weird. Of all the places he could of picked to go as a missionary, he picked Ireland, the very place he was held captive for six years. Talk about loving your enemies!

Saint Patrick was not Irish but British. If you know anything about the Brit's and the Irish you know they do not get along. Throughout their history Ireland and Brittan have been at war. I would imagine if you where a British missionary, Ireland would be the last place you want to go but Patrick (who had all the reason to hate the Irish) choose to go there.

So how can we celebrate Saint Patrick's Day that would make Saint Patty happy. Let your hate die and serve those who are least in your mind. Humble yourself as Patrick did, as Jesus did.