Continuing the posts...

It's sure has been a while but...I'm still here. Waiting for a lot of things and happy for what's already been done. Much has been happening here on my end. Still live in Texas, still playing music and always still following God's plan for my life. It's life with no backspace or ctrl Z. Moving forward for what's ahead, is what I've been up to lately. The holidays have past and now 2011, is on the brink of arrival. Now is a good time to start looking ahead, I would think. I'm really excited for this new year!! For real. Forgive my rambling on. There really is no major point to this paragraph other than to say, keep going on! There's so much more than what you know coming up. Yeah, there is hope for this generation.

Post No. 55

I was reminded today that I haven't been keeping up on my blog. As much as I'd like to make a witty excuse I'll just say that haven't created the time to do so. I do have priorities and time in which to do them. Sharing them with others through this blog should be one of them. Even if they're as short as a few lines. I think it helps me to write out my thoughts. So that's where Post No. 55 comes in.
So today was the day I saw my first real heavy metal show. It was a performance of a local christian rock band called As Flames Fall. All I can say is that they are really energetic. Vocally, it was a mix of good singing parts and scream-o. A lot like another band called Underoath; very hype.
I'm writing these words on a late Sunday night. In fact in a few minutes will be Monday. Oh good Ol' Monday. I had a very good day today. Other than a little mishap early this morning of course. My brothers and I were planned to play at a church. As we got all our gear together and headed out to go do worship, the pastor called to reschedule. It's ok. God has a reason for everything and for everything, a good reason.

Post No. 54

You know when your in Texas when you walk drive down the street and see a guy wearing a big sombrero. Again you know your in Texas, when your brother finds a snake over a foot long, hanging out in the backyard. Sometimes I do forget that I live in here where 100 degrees is seen as normal and a taco stand is found on almost every street. But there are those times when I come to realize yes, only in Texas.
Got a new guitar. Well, at least for me it's new. It's a red Epiphone Gibson made SG electric guitar. The SG body is basically the hammer of rock. I like that.

Today is a new day. Very different from the one before. It's all easy to understand I guess. But living it out is a lot more challenging than just simply thinking about it. Yes, even dreaming about it. I do dream quite often. Maybe to much. But in the end I know what sustains me and keeps me grounded. Music, and the love for the word of God.

Post No. 53

Well it's been a while. The few things that come to mind that have been memorable these past weeks are the multiple places where my band has played, the 4Th of July bash, getting a library card(very grateful for that) Getting shot at while at Barns and Nobles(read on, I'll explain) Having my family from Indiana and Illinois, come visit for a while and still finding new ways to share what I have through writing.
So I was at Barnes and Nobles with my two brothers and a friend. Just sippin' coffee outside talking. A car passes by with a lot of commotion inside. I look and see it drive off. I didn't think anything of it. Well, it's totally not the end of the story. That same car pulled up to us and opened fire!! Using a air soft gun so of course there were no casualties. It was still pretty freaky and felt like something out of a movie. I hope there won't ever be a part two.

Post No. 52

Inside a cool low lit room added with a hardworking air conditioner is where I'm found right now. The fan blowing in my hair adds a bit more coolness to the room. Helped out Grandfather this morning with his lawn by trimming the excess grass in the backyard. Now all looks good. It wasn't as hot as it was yesterday morning. That's one of the reasons why I love the early morning. Not to get the worm but to enjoy the not so hot and blazing air. I know I must talk about that a lot but here in Texas, the heat just can't be ignored. It takes some getting used to. Maybe a few years or so will get me better acquainted.
Without a doubt this will be a very different summertime. I do love the season of summer. So many great memories of great times. I've got a feeling this one will bring many great days.
The past few days I've been reading the book of Romans, from the new testament. The book is a letter written from the apostle Paul to the church in Rome. It was written about 56-57 A.D. yet still relates to me in my life today. It encourages and strengthens. So, this is me; still learning...still growing.

Post No. 51

Heat again, heat again. Everyday is a heatwave. Today I battled the hot sunny weather as I mowed our overgrown lawn...front and back. It made sense to not take a shower beforehand so I kept my morning body the way it was. If felt so good to get it done. So, if you happen to be driving by Military and Brownleaf in southeast of S.A. you'll notice a very neat looking lawn of grass.

In other news this Friday, a good friend of ours has arranged for us to have a photo shoot for our band. It's going to be fun. Not exactly sure what I'm going to wear though. In fact I never do until the day that something comes up. For sure I'll post a few good shots up on my blog.

Now off to youth group tonight! Let not the curtain fall on our strive to greatness.

Post No, 50

Much has been happening these last few weeks. A lot of the same but some new gigs too. Tonight Forefront is going to be playing at a youth event. So, naturally I'm really excited.
As of right now the only way for me to connect to the world wide web, is to walk the two or three minutes to the library, where I still have yet to get my library card. I have got to get one soon.
Still writing songs. I dear friend of mine asked to collaborate with me on a new song idea. He wants to use it to change the world. I'd say that's a good idea. Sometimes if the song is great enough, it has a way of traveling and making the impact all on it's own. I'll be sure to make a note on when it will be done.
But a note for today would be to watch out for the San Antonio traffic. Especially at night. Almost hit a car the other night while driving home...almost. But all is well and I'm still alive to tell the tale.

Post No. 49

Back in Texas. Just arrived early this morning at around 8:00 straight through without any stopping other than refueling for gas of course. Now I'm at a library, down the street from my house, resting and finally able to touch a library bookshelf. Yes, I do like books. Even more, I like to read and gather great info about life, culture, people and music. So, I'm going to go look around and give my first visit to this library a good look. I'm thinking tomorrow is going to be a big day.

Post No. 48

Driving, moving, and not standing still. Most of the past week and a half was spent that way, and most of it wasn't even planned ahead. I'd like to think of it as spontaneous adventurism.

Here in a little city called Battle Creek, Michigan, the sights are memorable, the weather is paramount, but the greatest part of this place are the people. Great and wonderful people I feel blessed to call my friends.

So, as we leave to head out of this great state, I'm thankful for everyday that I've spent here.

Now off to Texas. Then to some other great place on my journey towards living out loud.

Post No. 47

Michigan summers are so incredible. I realize now how great they really are. So here I am, staying at my aunts house past midnight typing out the occurrences of the past few days. It took about a little over 22 hours to make the long journey from Texas, to Michigan. When arriving we made our way over to Grass Lake MI, for PK Retreat 2010, and I must say that it was a awesome experience. The main reason for being there was that my brothers and I would be playing worship for the event but it was also great hanging out with all the other PK's(pastors kids) too. The entire weekend was full of new friends and great times with old ones. All in all it was a pleasant Memorial Day weekend.
Returning back to Battle Creek, the place where I spent a great portion of my life and made so many good friends and memories, felt like stepping back into an old book. A book I set down aside months ago and now I'm here catching up to a new chapters. I see old familiar places and say to myself "I remember when".
Hopefully the days won't go by too fast. I'm wanting to finish a few great chapters here.

Post No. 46

Well that was a totally fun knockout night I just had. It is hard to look past mistakes though. Breaking strings, strumming a wrong chord, speeding up, forgetting a word, adding a word, make up some of the things that I see. But then there's the flip side. I see what comes out in the end when the song is over; when people finish clapping their hands and leave to go home. You can see it in their faces, the sign of impact. I think that's the main reason why I enjoy it so much. I don't do at all for myself, cause really I don't I'm that good at all. I'm just a guy who strums a few chords and carries a decent tune. Still, I wonder how far it'll go.

Post No. 45

Saturday Morning is here with the morning cartoons and all. Another two words that go well with the word Saturday; sleep in. Yes I did that and felt good enough for a morning run, followed by a nice bowl of sugarless corn flakes...sort of. I added just a bit of sugar to make it more tasty.
So far I've been playing a a lot more. Here and there at different events and small performances. Whether it be for a church or a outdoor gig it's all great to be able to do what I enjoy. Tonight I get to do it again at a event called Shout In The Night. It's going to target youth around the city. Very excited to see what's going to happen later on this evening. Hopefully I put some pictures next on the next post. We shall see.

Post No. 44

I think it's safe to say that my life here is going the way it should be. Though at times it's not by my liking or even by my say so. Never the less I'm truly thankful to survive into the next day whether the morning is bright or not. I could go on and on about what goes wrong and what seems to drag me down in everyday, but I'm sure that wouldn't benefit either of us.
There's this person I've gotten to know recently; a good friend with a giving heart. He decided to follow Christ and strive for a more righteous life and I commend him for that. But he still remembers his old self. Every now and then he would say "I remember when..." followed by "but not anymore".
Without a doubt you cannot erase what is the past. Somehow the past lingers inside the back of our mind reminding of what was. Many are great memories of wonderful times. Others, not so good. For me, I have a vast collection of both. In fact the very first memory ever of my life was a haunting one. So what to do if you can't forget the junk from the day before, or the scars from years long gone? I think a part of that answer lies in tomorrow. Many analogies could be said but I'll say a verse instead
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone the new has come!" Corinthians 5:16-18
Love from the Savior is the true remedy for healing a broken spirit, a quiet pain. Strength from only myself is not enough. My failures and weaknesses keep me grounded and remind me that I'm real not perfect, but I can't be blinded by them, and I'm only fighting me, everyday. But I continue to believe that God is greater, God is stronger and God is higher than any other. And so because of that I know what has been cannot be greater than what is to come.

Post No. 43

I am now really tan from all of the sun I've been getting. Weird how it hasn't started to hurt yet though. My first time ever at a pool since I've been here was last Saturday, and it was completely amazing, refreshing and cool. Hope to do it again soon.
Something I haven't yet written about yet are the storms. Wow, they can get really ruff and strong. There was a really heavy one that came in last night. As I lay there on top of the car looking up at the dark heavy clouds, I noticed a whole. It seemed to stop right above me, with thunder and flashes of lightning happening all around. It felt mysterious and powerful. Then I went inside to not get wet. It's true, the calm comes before the storm. Even more true that there is a brighter day.

Post No. 42

News, news, news! Went to record some new songs at a friends house last Friday. Everything came out well. Even had a chance to take a break and do some exploring down by the river that's close by his house. Thanks a ton Robbie.
Saturday was the day I went into a sea world. Water park, roller coasters , concerts and of course the great Shamu, make up what is, SeaWorld in San Antonio.
Saw a few great bands perform there in the park too. The main one was a band called Jars of Clay, who I also had chance to say hello to and shake their hands backstage. Very great group of talented musicians.
I love listening and seeing other people play music. A new friend of mine who plays, sings and writes songs played a few for me. It's so great hearing a song sung in a different view. For me, that's why I enjoy listening so much, and not just in music. You can learn so much apart from your own voice. Having a voice is essential but even more I would like to have receptive hearing.

Post No. 41

Over the hill now. 41, I mean. The amount of posts that have been typed out from here, my computer and going out to the world wide web. So over the past couple days I've had time to record a few songs. Not in a studio or anything but on my computer. I do enjoy recording as much as I love writing the songs. Recording in a way is like creating a song a second time. It's very very fun if I say so myself.
Also I've been having enjoying great time with new friends. Still remembering the faraway ones though. I don't think I'll ever forget em'.
Tonight, bible study group at Bethesda. They have a really great group of people who want to go deeper into the word of God. I greatly enjoy that aspect of that.
So I'm still learning everyday new things. And so, the road continues on.

Big 40

"P" stands for practicing, painting, pictures, playing, and physicality. All of which were what I part took in today. Band practice for the event soon coming. Painting furniture for my grandmother, looking pictures from the weeks gone by, physically jogging and getting sweaty and last, playing my guitar outside under the dark cool sky. Came in just a few moments ago. Kinda had to since I couldn't fight off those mosquitoes while strumming at the same time. Now off to much needed sleep. Buenos noches.

Post No. 39

For the most part my posts have been centered around me and what I've been thinking at certain times of the week. Being a narrow minded thinker has never been an aspect I would care to attain. But at the same time I'll always see what's set before me in the vision of my own two eyes. In two ways that can be either a great high meaning or a downhill idea. What's more important I would suggest is not how we see, but what it is we're looking at. Not surprisingly, there are many gravitation's toward meaningless things that steel vision throughout our days.

I think the hindsight of failing the attempt to break beyond the common self ambition is to realize that fighting under our own strength is not going to get us through. Instead, the paramount plan would be to use the things that stand true above what falls quickly. Faith, hope and love. But the greater of these is love.

I wish to find a way to never stop thinking about the power of God's love for us. But the pull of worldly strings tug in the continue attempt to drag me down.

See there is still hope for that desire. I know I do. Think about it. I hope to think about love so deeply that I fall in.

For these reasons, I think I enjoy writing songs and such. The sound of truth has a theme goes deep. I'm wanting to know more.

Post No. 38

Saturday here and the weekend is already looking very cool. The breeze and shady clouds do help out with that a bit too.
Last night went out to see a wrestling performance, lucha style. OK, I do realize that it's not real. The big tuff guys in masks and shinny boots aren't really trying to beat each other to death. It's actually just a show of performing stunts and plots between characters. Much like a movie or a tv show. I do like the imagination of the whole idea, the heel vrs the babyface which is another term of saying "bad guy vrs. good guy". If somehow you end up in a position with a person who likes to swing a chair who's only a few feet in front of you, watch out. Looking the other way might not be such a good idea.
Wedding days are very important. In a way I'm here alive because of a certain one wedding that took place long ago. And because of the very special importance I'm humbly going to be playing a song for a relative of mine who is going to be married this very day. In a few short moments I'll be slicking my hair and pulling my tie to look snazzy. Off to the show, the show of affection.

Post No. 37

Everyday is so new now. The newness of my days give me a great excitement of what lies ahead. I think this photo best describes what I've been dwelling on lately. This small paper heart I found on the ground while on a walk is in fact small, but it's what I needed to see. Despite it's size it shows a piece of inspiration as if it were a kind word of knowledge.

Hoping for a not so sunburn hot weekend. Maybe I'll let the kite come out again.

Post No. 36

Listened to the sound of bricks being stacked on each other for a good portion of my day. From the morning till the early evening we worked at my great uncles house to put up a few small brick towers around roof supports. You know the type of easy to understand work but extremely tedious to actually perform, well it was a little like that. I give credit to my older brother David, who helped out tremendously along my side. With our powers combined!...we got the job done.
Yet another good portion of the day was spent with music. Band practice with a praise team to be more exact. I think its stretching me more to become a more vocal person and not so much just a guy behind a microphone. But at the same time to be the same person on and off stage is very imperative in the sense of being true and not possessing a fake appearance. I pray I'll never lose sight of that. I always find the middle day of the week to be the most interesting one.

Post No. 35

I just arrived home from spending time with some good people at one of the many locations of the International House of Pancakes. I've never been to one before. I noticed it felt almost like a Denny's restaurant. And of course' it had the anytime of the day or night breakfast menu. Coffee with a packet of sugar, was what I had; decaf I might add. It's been more than amazing getting to know the people around me. By now I think it's safe to say that a abundant friendship base has been established.
During the heat of the day I made my way down to the now familiar playground park, where I flew my brand new kite. It was in fact a Spider-man kite. Getting it high up in the air was definitely a challenge but seeing the kite fly with the help of a string and my hand was well worth all the running and pulling. Fight against the wind or let it help you fly. Hash winds of unexpected occurrences always seem to gush into the view of my eyes. Yet to spiral downward is to let every tug and pull die in vain. The flight should still continue. I look in my hands and see more string. More chances to fly even higher. Let the wind help you fly.

Post No. 34

Wasted time should be considered a decent crime. Even though it has no patience to wait for us, I do believe that time spent wisely reaps a lasting affect of peace. Not in the sense of perfect harmony of life. But one that would far outweigh the time stealer's the world has to offer. Very few can truly mean the saying "I've got time on my hands". What that saying translates into is, time and I work together. Why would we battle what we have very little of? Shorter are the days then what was just yesterday.
I see the classic story of The Tortoise and the Hare, as two amazing different views of running in the race of life. Live the fast pace life of the hare and miss the meaning of why we run. Join the humble steady beat of the Tortoise, and reach the reward behind the finish line. I've find it true that there is a meaning to why we run. First we've got two feet. Second, our hearts race to be filled with substantial joy and peace. What can truly fill that large gap? Everyone says what they know, sing what they believe and and acts what they think. How far will that take us if what we hold on to is etched with a expiration date? Look to love and faith that stirs mountains. It lasts so much longer that anything I've come to see, and through it all I hear this verse echo in my life:

Psalm 103 15-17
As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him.

I'm the grass. I will pass soon...over the finish line

Post No. 33

Got up this morning late! Yeah, thank you Saturday for coming in with a great welcome. Pretty much just your average normal Saturday. I did walk to the park today. My green mountain bike is still broken and I don't know when I'll be able to ride it again. As I was there I did some writing. Under the shade of the tree out of the heat felt so great to be. Someone not to far away was playing basketball. I was very close to go up and ask if I could join, but he left before I got the chance to. Maybe he was a solo type of guy. Or maybe he just had somewhere important to be
There are so many malls here. Like a gazillion. Minis a few million. Well, I went to one earlier today and found to many stores and out of reach prices. But in the end I came out with a great CD from F.Y.E. so I felt accomplished.
The week went by alright and was very full. Looking forward to the next one.
Quote of the week:
"God uses us, in spite of us" -Jon Foreman

Post No. 32

Recording day came with some mixed feelings. How will it sound? Will we choke? Will Dave break a stick!? Who knew? All that matters is what everyone says, just do your best. I'll say that it was fun, and very much a great experience to go in there and lay down some passion into those tracks. There was nome nerverousness and a few butterflies inside of that studio, I must say. Not surprising considering this was our first our first time recording in a real studio. The enginear guy was really a great and kind to us. So what came out in the end was a one song cd that will go out further that ourselves. Now to make some more music.
We're hoping to make a decent cd by the time we go to Michigan, for a 3 day camp retreat that we are going to play at. God still continues to amaze me.

Post No. 31

Midnight hours for me are sort of peaceful when your the only one awake. Since the day was long and filled with much practice of instruments and singing to songs, I feel a little beat out and tired. I don't think there has been a day without picking up guitar and strumming it at least 3 times.
No run today. The the legs beneath me have been sore without any ease. But I'm going to try to make it out tomorrow morning. I found that it is wise not take a shower before. If you do, you just defeat the whole purpose of trying to smell squeaky clean by jogging and getting sweaty. Learn from experience. Yep, that's the way I roll

Post No. 30

Recently I had a revelation come about me. Much has been going on around me, and sometimes it's hard to figure out what needs to happen next. But then I went to a concert and remembered that it's all out of my control and the reins of my life are far beyond reach. Even if it where possible to reach I would dare not grab it. I realize that it does matter who's hands it's in. As far as my broken imperfect hands are concerned, they hold nothing that lasts. I was sent this very interesting e-mail. I'm not sure how many times I read through it.

The fact of the matter is:

A basketball in my hand costs about 20 bucks.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hand is worth about 33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hand might keep away a dog.
A rod in Moses' hand will part a mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A slingshot in my hands is but a toy.
A slingshot in David's, is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.

2 fish and 5 loaves in my hand might be a couple of sandwiches.
2 fish and 5 loaves in Jesus' hand will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a bike ramp.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will give salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.

I thought that it brought things into prospective too.

Post No. 29

No choking out was done today. Sunny Sunday was far better than expected. Besides the fact that I took a wrong exit off the highway this morning, it was good. The worship leader position is still very new to me. I've gotten a feel of it back in Michigan, while being involved with the praise team, but this is a bit more different. I'm on the forefront you might say. This could be leading me to some new profound opportunities.
I really do like worship music. There's this great worship band from Australia, called Hillsong United. Great songs and even great people make up that band. Super stoked because they happen to be playing tomorrow here in my new town. If you've never heard of them I suggest that you youtube some of their songs. I'm sure you won't be disappointed. Maybe you'll even be a little encouraged as well.
Something I learned about living here tonight. Go for the Spurs. Especially if your watching a game inside someones house. Being a fan of the NBA team that is the Spurs, is something that is very highly esteemed. I must give credit where it is due. They are really a great team. Go Spurs Go...and Pistons!(Detroit Pistons that is)
I'm not sure why but I'm thinking that this week is going to be a super great one. Ready or not, here it goes.

Post No. 28

It's now about 10:30 p.m. and I just came from a parade that is still going on. A little over 40,000 people have come to the area of downtown San Antonio to join in the festivities that is the Texas Fiesta. For it being my first time experience I would say it was...festive. I think I might even wear something to fit the occasion next year.
Tomorrow is the first Sunday where I'll lead the praise team in spirit and in truth. I can't lie and say that I'm not even a little bit nervous cause' I am. My butterflies never seem to go away. So whether I do well or I choke, I know it's going to be a good experience. Definitely going to be fun. I think I should be getting some rest right about now. Long day, short post.

Thank you for joining in my life,

Jon M.

Post No. 27

Better now and no more bad sickness feelings. It's Friday! The weekend is now upon us. I must say I'm liking the weather too.
In exactly one week my bro's and I are going into a studio and record a album! Well, not really but it sounds cool to say that. It's actually just a one song deal and I can't say how much I'm excited.
Books for me are imagination playgrounds. Though careful to what I put inside my head, I'm missing the casual ride to the library to check out a few good reads. There's a huge library downtown that people here call "The Enchilada". Probably because the entire building in a red saucy color. The color sauce you would typically put over an enchilada! I would also add that I've been taught how to make some pretty good ones too.
There's this celebration going on right now around town. It's the annual Fiesta. People have multiple parades, floats flow down the Riverwalk with people waving on board and of course lots and lots of food. Not sure how it all first started but they sure do go all out for it.
Wrote a song about Redemption today. In the sun and under the leaves of the tree in the backyard it was written. Many songs have been birthed since I first moved here. No doubt many more will still be uncovered with my guitar.

Post No. 26

Forgetting about the sick is so easy, that is until you become one. I woke up this morning to an awful awakening of uncomfortable body chills and sore throat. Even though I'm not deathly ill, I still can't remember the last time I was sick.
The weather today is quite cool since the the clouds have hidden the sun all day. Rain even happened to pay a visit and wash out the dirt we left yesterday on our driveway. But right now all has become calm. No commotion...yet.
You know those worship leader guys, the ones who sing and lead the Sunday mornings praise & worship? Sometimes they are in fact ladies who lead, so I'll just worship leading people. I realize that it is no accident for me to have a passion not only in the sound of music but in furthering the Kingdom. With that ability inside I've humbly been accepted to be a worship leader at a small growing church here in San Antonio. Really I'm extremely excited about all this coming together.
God, I am always amazed.

Post No. 25

The quest for a sweet electric guitar started yesterday in various pawn shops stores around town. I think we went to about seven different pawn stores. The interesting thing about browsing though one is that you really don't know what you'll find. There could be either something so perfect for you, or just another object you already have, or don't need. We visited one actual music store during our time out hunting. It was a country music store that had a ton of acoustic guitars and some Spanish style 12 string guitars. I think that was my favorite one because I actually got to play a guitar. So in the end we found no instrument worthy to be bought.
After writing music, playing songs together and going different places to sing my brothers and I have always wanted to recorded in a studio and create a audio masterpiece. It seems that God has opened the door to make that dream happen. We took a tour yesterday at a music studio here in S.A. and with jaws dropped we were amazed of how awesome it looked and sounded. We booked the 30th to go in and record an original song called Ignite. It's a older one of ours but were pretty tight with. I'm super stoked :)
I think I should go practice right now, and I think were going to need some cowbell.

Post No. 24

It turns out that I'm a thief. Yep, I'm a song stealer. I didn't know it but I took lyrics from a real recorded song and made a melody and then made it into a new song. Last week a friend of mine, wrote these profound words of that song and posted them online. I read it and was really moved. It was an honest acknowledgement of who God is in a persons life. I thought wow, this right here could be a song(didn't know it already was, at least the chorus of it). Even wrote more lyrics and a bridge to complete it. So I called my friend who posted them, and told about how I was inspired by the words, which lead me to write a song I called "Here To Forever". Yeah, I found out that I have to do some rewriting now. But at least I found a new melody! I've discovered a lot of new melodies, sounds and rhythm lately. I ran this morning and a found certain sounds of beats in the cars passing by. Later I rode my green mountain bike(one tire is now bent and out of service for now) and heard the sound of swings going back and forth and a group of people playing baseball. I hear many sounds. But only one is amplified above all. Habakkuk said it well when he heard it. Out of the Old Testament it reads:
"I heard and my heart pounded, my lips quivered at the sound; decay crept into my bones, and my legs trembled." Habakkuk 3:16
That is a sound that drives out doubt with truth and one that rattles through our cages. Grace and glory is a sound that broken noise can never drown out. The amazing grace of the living risen One.
THIS IS THE SOUND!

With sound on my mind, I realize that I'm in desperate need of a new electric guitar, by the middle of May...next month. My dream guitar is one I described in an earlier post, a red Gibson SG with Humbucker pickups. Oh well...Someday.

Post No. 23

Lets see, Sunday is the first day of a new week. I woke up this morning feeling well rested. The late night before had no effect on me. Got a little lost on the way to go see our first minor league baseball game in Texas!! It was the San Antonio Missions vs...the other guys. Not sure what they were called. But in the end our home team lost by 1. Never the less that didn't stop the fireworks from going off after the game. The one thing I remember the most was that there was a kid right behind me saying the word "DUDE" with extreme enthusiasm every time a firework exploded. It was good to hear someone like watching fireworks as much as I do.
Visiting the small town of Pearall Texas, was very eventful. I do mean to say small. There are only two places I've ever known that have only one intersection stop light, and that would be Pearsall, Texas, and Climax, Michigan. The reason for the trip there was because my brothers and I, who play music together, were invited to play for the worship. My dad also gave the message. I think it was about 12 or so songs we played altogether. It went well I would say and also very fast too.
For the most part I've been getting used to everything here so far. But in a way the place itself still feels foreign. I don't know when that feeling of being out of place will go away. So until then, I'll write. That reminds me of a quote I read the other day.

...and write honestly. Pain, joy, anger, love, fear; don't dumb your feelings down, express them in your art. Be brave. -Jon Foreman

The art of life is one I'll always be progressing on.

Post No. 22

If you see yourself surrounded by guitars hanging on walls, amps staked high on each other and and people tapping their feet to music, no doubt your in a Guitar Center Music Store. I happily went to one yesterday to buy a new set of guitar strings. Seriously, one of my favorite places to be at. The first thing I do when I go to one is pick up a red Gibson SG with humbucker pickups, go plug it into a Marshall stack or a classic Fender amp and play the opening riff to the Switchfoot song "Stars". Sometimes I forget how loud I'm supposed to play, but then my dad or brother comes to remind me that I'm not the only obsessed guitar guy in the store.
My hope for a clearer weekend was demolished by this mornings loud thunder. As I write these words the rain is coming down like the final hit of a pinata, when all the candy pours out. I give that example because I've seen a few pinatas smashed lately. I forgot how fast kids are when they run for candy on the ground. Some of the more skilled and seasoned pinata hitting kids, grab the candy out of the air as it comes down. I applause their ambition for the prize of savory sugar.
The pictures below are of me, my brothers and my great uncle working on the roof supports for our project. It's finished now, but these where when we were about half way through completion.
Hard workers we are.

Post No. 21

Rainy day, rainy day, but it is finished. Yes, the project at my uncle's house can now be called done. I can tell you that putting shingles up on a roof, in the rain is very not boring at all. It tests your skills in many ways, like balance, hand eye coordination and the ability to tightly swing a hammer without it slipping out and flinging at someone. Noted, no one was hurt or injured in the process of finishing our work project.
There is a time when singing in the rain is called for. No matter where you might be when it comes pouring down, your going to be wet anyways so why not sing to add to the silver lining. That's kind of how it went tonight when some of my friends and I, went to the new spot "Mama Margies," to converse and eat some tacos. Going out back to our car my brother David, saw a pole and swung around singing that famous rainy tune, and thus I joined in for a bit.
I think this weekend is going to be looking a lot clearer. Less rain and more time to spend outside out in the yard with my Grandpa. Cherish moments, cherish good times.

Post No. 20

Getting there. The project at my Tio Henry's house is almost close to being complete. The rain that poured today was very odd. It was one of those on and off type of affects. One moment it's calm with no thought on what the next second will be like, and then all of a sudden it pours, but only for a few minutes, and then it stops. On and off, for the whole day. Interesting Texas weather were having.
Let's make a good idea a great action, shall we. I've heard of conversation that leads to nowhere; gossip, slander, less than half a story, empty promises, fake truth and rebellion lies. All of these are voiced actions, birthed from ideas. Idea's formed around thoughts swimming inside our heads. I believe speech and action are of the same source, our thoughts. So, I've been thinking, which might lead into a motion; How much more will my actions be if I dwelt on the things that bring forth truth and life. Not just to me, but to others? The conclusion of that thought would be something to consider. To make our daily actions last longer than the day itself. I would say that's a noble I idea.

Philippians 4:8 "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."

Grow strong to last long.

Post No. 19

The project that my dad and my brothers and I, have been putting together at my great uncle Henry's house, has been coming along very well. What it is exactly, is a extended roof over a cement patio in his backyard. The added shade was something that my uncle has been wanting to have for a longtime now. So being the handy men that we are, we decided to lend him a hand with the task. Right now I would say that it's about half way done. The posts are all in, the frame is squared out and the beams are all ready and screwed in. That right there may sound easy, but I was there...and it wasn't.
Now what's left to finish is the ceiling panels and the roof shingles. And of course, a little bit of paint to call it done.
Hearing from my friends who sometimes call, text, write or e-mail, is like receiving warm sunshine from the sun, and I'm here very thankful and happy to know them. I continue to hope for that connection regardless of the many miles that lie between us.
Another reason to be grateful, I think I've got a job. It's still in the starting process so I'll give update to it later on.

Post No. 18

It was supposed to rain today? I felt nothing but dry heat and the occasional dusty wind. Will the weatherman ever be right? Today was a day of good ol' hard work. The kind of work that involves leather gloves and elbow grease. This morning, I along with my Dad and bro's started in the process of helping my great uncle make a extended roof over his backyard patio. Unlike Lincoln logs which is very easy to put together, this project is not going to be so simple. To build it, it's going to take some good know how and lots and lots of bottled water to fight against the Lone Star sun. But I think it might be finished by weeks end.
Still counting down the days till I head north again to Michigan. I'm I really going to visit the place I once called home?
In my last post I mentioned that I like to go on the rooftop sometimes at night. Well tonight I did that again and I saw not only one, but two large bats. I've never seen one fly at night out in the open before. I noticed that they fly very different from birds. The bats I saw continuously flapped their wings to move on through the air. The way I see the flight of birds is that they do flap but they also soar through the wind and many do it very gracefully. If I where to chose between the two, I'd like to be like a bird and soar out in the open sea of faces.

Post No. 17

Stargazing. It's a newly found leisure activity that I do enjoy here when it comes nighttime. I go off onto the roof where the whole sky can be bee seen wide and open. Under the abundant skies is where I clear my head and sort my thoughts. The stars that glow overhead shine through the countless miles to lend me their light. Yes, the night sky is a true wonder all on it's own and the rooftop is where it's at. But don't worry, it's a very flat large area roof and if I did happen to fall I would most likely just break my audacious pride.
Given the circumstances of my lack of the Spanish language, I find it dreary when I can't understand what people are saying. For the most part I can just speak the basics like Hola, como estas, mi nombre es Jon Medrano, donde esta el bano? Also memorizing songs in Spanish is another way I know how to say a few more words. Like today, I had a chance to play and sing a few spanish worship songs at my Grandparents church. It was a great opportunity to play the guitar. So afterwards a elderly lady came up to me and not surprised, she started talking to me in Spanish. I basically just smiled and nodded. Well, I did get the gist of what she was saying. She thought I did "Muy buen" and wanted to know where she could buy a c.d. I just smiled again :)
So after that I really want to start leaning Spanish. I think being in a place where pretty much everyone speaks it, would be a big help. I don't have to go very far.

Post No. 16

This mornings run was brutal on my feet. I ran twice as far then usual. The run itself felt good but in the end the blisters on my feet said otherwise. Dr. Scholl's is needed a.s.a.p.
I found out I have a relative named Nacho. Not sure how or why he was given that name but I'm sure there's a story behind it. That reminds me of the of the movie character Nacho, from Nacho Libre. I might add that was a funny movie too. Here in Texas, lucha libre is very popular. With flashy costumes and mysterious colorful masks it's become more than just a extreme sporting event. It's part of the culture. I even own a white luchador mask. But it's hard to see in once it's on your head.
As I've been searching for a place to find a occupation I've met a lot of interesting people. Some I might not see again and others I'll be seeing next week. Every hello I've said to a stranger felt as though it was the right place at the right exact time. Before I arrived here I thought it would take a very long time to make new friends. I see now that is not the case. From week to week there is more and more to learn about this city, these people, the places of history, the atmosphere and my place in it all.

Post No. 15

To go through the motions, is time spent in vain. To move through life's simple pleasures, is a day that went to waste. To live with a heart that runs to love & hope, is a life well spent. I can see what I want and it's more than a need; it's a heart that dares to move and doesn't know how to stop.
With days, hours and seconds counting me down, I've learned and lived for things to hope for. There have been many beautiful transitions in my life. Like a brand new off the press chapter, ready read and live out. Often those times become to massive and nerve recking at first but I've come to know that those terrifying uncharted days are the ones that build a person. Through the pain, there is gain. But what do you do when you don't know what to do? Is there a purpose to trials and tribulation? Why is it so easy to believe earthly lies and be blind to truth? Is is possible to get stuck in questions? Never the less there is hope. There is an answer to the question. And there is a reason to this life.

I see hope through the shadows
For they are proof there is light
And it'll take all the sorrows
Like a thief in the night
And I'm now way up high
Far above what is down
As I look through my eyes
There are stars all around

Post No. 14

Life is sweet! I've been spending a lot of time with friends and family that I haven't seen in quite a while, and also with some new friends. The photo left was taken at my great aunts house. My brother Mike, looks very desperate for some cake. Chocolate strawberries...mhmm.
Lately I've been trying to go about the city and highways to get used to where everything is and to remember how to get there. The hang out place that we've been going to is a late open restaurant called "Mama Margie's". It's weird how I have a aunt named Margie too. Hopefully we'll find a rad coffee shop to hang out at.
Today was a great day. Did some gardening with my Grandfather, got a job interview scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, rode my green mountain bike to the park and then rode it to Sonic to get a fruit smoothie. Now those are really good. Also went to my first bible study group tonight. It was extremely good. Great group as well.
I have to mention about the mosquitoes here too. They are stealth bitters that suck blood with a passion. You don't realize that you've been bitten until it's to late. The with tips on their wings give them an effect of a helicopter as they fly around open skin ready to take blood and give an itch.
Without a doubt week three has been full of amazing opportunity's and great adventures. But it also looks as though we're counting down the days until we head back over to Michigan, in May. The reason being is because my bothers and I, who are in a band together, are going to play for a Summer PK youth retreat in central Michigan, I forget the name of the place exactly but it's going to be fun. But until then...I'll still be here writing.

Post No. 13

Friends; I'm very fortunate to say that I have them. I can't imagine the earth revolving without the wonderful people, whom I can call my friends.
Back home in Michigan(I'll always somehow think that place is my home) I have many people that I'm still connected with. Though miles and states may separate us, I believe that distance can't break the bond between true friends.
While being here for going on three weeks now, I've met a lot of great people. And knowing their names is only the beginning of a new bond of fellowship. With a city as broad and grand as San Antonio is, I'm not surprised to know that there are some very cool people here.
But everywhere you look I can guarantee there is somebody who needs a kind face to know their name. I remember riding the L Train in Chicago, once. Looking around and seeing the people around me, it felt lonely. Many had the faces of "leave me alone". No one said "Hi", not a person I saw smiled. Every body seemed to be zoned in their own world, either possessed by a blackberry or ears glued to an ipod. I felt alone in a crowded train.
So now when I see someone down the street or in a chair one seat over, or someone who's playing the violin on the sidewalk pavement next to a building; I see them as a person with a story. One that's being written day in and day out; and one that needs to be heard. It's easy to understand that people need love. Well then, if you need love, then take the time and be love. No soul should be left out of that equation.

Post No. 12

Happy Easter Sunday! This day is viewed as the most religious day of the year. But I believe it's more than that. The great significance of this day is very meaningful to me as well as millions of others. It's almost common knowledge for one to know about a man named Jesus, who lived and then died on a cross so many many years ago. But I think it's more important to know that, that same man rose from his dark grave to defeat death.
It's seems fitting that today is the last day for my fast. It challenged me in many different ways of my life. Fist would be my body, last my soul. In between would be the struggles would make me whole. I see nothing worse of living than what was only yesterday. To try and attempt to run from sorrow would be downfall that can not be avoided. Ecclesiastes 7:3 "Sorrow is better than laughter because a sad face is good for the heart." To day within context, it means that this life is full of things that hurt and bring pain. Even so, it's through that down place of struggle when we learn from our mistakes and also who trust put our trust in. Everyday is fast and I'm sometimes slow to keep up.
I'll be going to a morning service in a while to see a play production of the life of Christ, at a church that I've been visiting. I can't remember the last time I saw one. So this is going to be fun!
To you who continues to read on, Thank you.

Post No. 11

The House of God Forever

God is my shepherd

I won't be wanting

I won't be wanting

He makes me rest

In fields of green with quite streams

Even though I walk

Through the valley of death and dying

I will not fear

'Cause you are with me

You are with me

Your shepherd staff

Comforts me

You are my feast

In the presence of enemy

Surely goodness

Follow me

Follow me

In the house of God, forever

Lyrics by: Jon Foreman

This song spoke to me the very first time I heard it. It still does to this day. And I just happend to hear it a little while ago. It's a song that was taken straight from the book of Psalms. I see the people around me as an instrument. I see that we all carry a song inside ourselves. Some keep it that way, while others express their gifts with passion. I too, choose to be like those who aren't afraid to make a outward motion of love, by giving of one self. Beause love is truly neve selfish.

Post No.10

These past couple days have been very eventful. I went to the funeral of a my late great uncle, whom I sadly didn't know very well. Seeing the other people there that day at the funeral, I felt the atmosphere being a very peacefull one. Yes there was sadness but the peace outweighed it greatly because of where my uncle's spirit went. No doubt, he in now in a place where there is no sorrow. Being there also made me wonder about the funeral for myself; the one I would one day have. I know there is a meaning to it all, so I'll live like I've got only one day. And before I die I want to burn out bright.
The time is drawing nearer for my fast to end. That would be this coming Monday, the day after Easter Sunday. Like a farmer prepared for rain, I'm here ready to soak it all in, whatever the words may be.

Post No. 9

There is a deep need for true life. I say that because I feel that; a need to be drawn closer to the giver of life. During these fasting times I've begun to see the view of my life a lot differently. The change I see is greater than what I previously saw before. For so long now I've held on to a passion with no sure idea on how to use it. I'm seeing now that's its not me who works, but He who is love that is in me.
If we plant something and it dies, what would happen next? First, observe where our roots are. Where is the source of our growth, or lack of? I would imagine that growing in light would far out do the place of darkness.
"We are crooked souls trying to say up straight; dry eyes in the pouring rain. Two scared little runaways, hold fast till the break of day where, The shadow prove the sunshine."-switchfoot. I never get tired of listening to that song.
There is now no greater thing in my life than the love of Christ. What I saw before no longer steals my sight. The passion that is within ourselves is not meant to stay there. By no means can I put a lid on the purpose that I've been given. Yes I am here for a reason and the reason why I'm here is starting to make itself known.

Post No. 8

I sometimes feel like I can fly. Like as if the rules of downward gravity have no affect on me.
One of my favorite things to do is go to the park to feed the birds. It seems that they are always hungry. There's a park not to far away where many birds and ducks come and hang out with people. I can remember going there when I was a kid. Growing up my family and I would visit San Antonio Tx, and it just so happens that we would go to the park and feed these funny little ducks. Except now I'm not afraid of them when they get to close. Seasons change and yet I still fell the same. I still want to break out and fly.

Post No. 7

Gardening, anyone every heard of it? I must say that it is one tuff job. Especially if your dealing with Texas ground. Well I did that today. Spent a good portion of the day dealing with roots, weeds and other green growing things. Much was taken out from the ground but I helped in putting something new in; and that would be plants that would grow fruit. They were peaches, I think. My Grandfather likes to grow lots of plants. So I along with my brothers helped him out today in the wonderful hobby of Gardening. In his garden he has many rose bushes and fruit plants. All are unique in their own special way. The difference in the faces of each flower is clearly seen but the purpose of each is exactly the same. They bring a certain joy to the gardener.
That's what my main focus of the day was; to see how I can exhaust joy more greater in this life. There's much work to do.

Post No. 6

Happy Palm Sunday everyone! The day is almost over but I thought it would still be good to say. The day was very good to me. So now I'm here typing my thoughts out as the world turns and the moon gains height over this dark cool night.
I heard a story today. I was told it was a true story as well. It was about a king who once ruled Spain long ago. He decided to visit a small little village that he had never went to before. In fact, no King has ever came to visit that village in over 1,000 years. So the people of the small village heard that the King was going to come and pay them a visit. They wanted to give him the best welcome they could but there was a problem with that idea. This particular town was extremely poor. So all the people came together to find something that they could do for their King. One suggested that they could all make their best wine. Since the town was known for having great winemakers that's what they decided to do. So for weeks every family made the best that they could. And each one would have to contribute just one cup of wine to be poured in a great large vase for the Kings welcome. So when the day finally came for the King to arrive, they all came together in the town square. And each family, one by one poured their one cup of their best wine into the large vase.
Then the king came into meet them. They handed him a silver cup and showed him the wine they had prepared for him in his honor. He then took the cup, dipped it into the wine and put the cup to his lips for a drink. The people looked and waited in anticipation for his reaction. The King put the silver cup down and turned to spit out the wine in disgust. "This is nothing but water!" he exclaimed.
It turned out that there where some people who felt that others made better tasting wine. So they held out and put water in their cup instead of the best that they could make. The problem with that action was they everyone in that town did the exact same thing. Each decided not be faithful to their king, and in the end gave their least and kept the best for themselves.
Sometimes I wonder what we hold onto. As a person who lives in a very blessed nation it's very easy to fall into narrow mindset of the me and myself. It's when success is equated with excess there has to be something that doesn't line up. The grip of what we might think holds our happiness from falling away just might be what's keeping true joy from coming in. The story is a small reflection of how some might treat life; or how we treat the giver of life. God is giving. And I believe he wants us to do the same. I mean what can we possibly give since we are so poor in comparison to his glory? How about the only thing we have to offer; our life. Our very best.

Post No. 5

Week one is now almost done. Tomorrow begins another one, filled with unknown sunny days. I'm writing this post as I'm getting ready to turn in to sleep. Went out for a run again this morning and now my legs are really feeling it this time. Also the fast is going along well. It's almost been a week since I started. So much has been going through my mind during these past few days. A bit of what my mind has been about is why have I have I done the things I've done. Has my every motion been choreographed to bring me to the place I am right now? I would like to think so. If not, the opposite of that would be a narrow minded thinker, going where he desires for himself alone. That type of thinking I'm sure won't get me through. Lord, be my light.
Last night I had a great opportunity to go to a Compana at a small church in Somoerset, Texas. A new friend of mine named Abraham, is in a band and his drummer kinda had to be a part of a drumline and couldn't get out of it. And they were supposed to be performing that night. So being the good drummer my brother is, he was asked to help out and drum for them last night and tonight. Two nights in a row.
I'm taking every chance I can to go out and see everywhere I can. Really there's so much to see and so much to remember as well. Like street names that are in Spanish, or the certain highways, that take you where you might want to go a lot faster. For the time being I'm viewing San Antonio as one who is out of the loop. A newbie so to speak in this ever fast paced town. I'm here just hoping how long it will last. But I know it can't be to far off.
Week one just about over. Let me see what you've got number two.

Post No. 4

Pretty much every morning I awake to the sound of a rooster crowing somewhere in the backyard of where I'm staying at right now. I wake up and think to myself, yeah I'm in Texas alright. I can almost guarantee that the state animal is the dog. You see a canine on every street. Either tied up or behind a fence or the the free ones, which walk around the streets as if they own them.
Everyday is oddly different, yet strangely the same. Fist, unless it's a cloudy day or it's raining, the sun is usually only on one setting, blazing hot. That's just the weather though. The people seem to be walking to the same place at the same time, working or just spending time doing whatever one cares to do. For me, I'm trying to take the morning and go out for a jog. I think I run about a two and a half miles whenever I do get a chance to go out. I set my Zune to some jammin' tune, and just go for it. There's this very large enclosed cemetery right down the block from where I am. That's where I run. Sometimes I think about the lives of the people that once lived, and now are buried in that cemetery. How many of those people did great things? Maybe some even saved a life before their time was done. But then how many cut their life to short? How many gave in to common lie of hate and betrayal? It's good to ask questions in life. But I found out that it's not how many you ask. No, it's the right ones that matter.
So ask yourself, if you suddenly passed away what would people say about you? If your not comfortable with that question than the let not the reflection of this world taint you life. Strive for truth and the good question will bring a good answer. In the words of a certain songwriter, "We are once in a lifetime!"

Post No. 3

As I write this blogg, the weather outside is very cool and calm. It rained early this morning as if to clean the air to bring in a new day. Southern weather, you continue to surprise me.
Yesterday I had the wonderful opportunity to go visit the very cool San Antonio Riverwalk with my family. If you ever happen to make a trip to San Antonio, I would highly recommend that you would take the time to visit the river downtown. There's even a great mall right there, next to the river. Even with no cash to spend the whole evening was very eventful. Waving at people in boats you don't know is quite fun I must say. Especially when they wave back at you. Yeah, no lie, this town is growing on me. I still feel like I left my heart in Michigan though. I guess I'll be stuck spending my incomplete days here until I return back to visit every now and then.
The fasting is going well I might add. It's day three and I'm feeling good. Reading the story of Gideon, in the book of Judges, and it's really applying to me in my life. So, now I'm really exited to see what happens now. Will there ever be a day when I'm complete? If I knew that day, I don't think I would do my best to strive for transcendent truth. So if I'm a soul that wants, may I always want whats good. Good, come to me.

Post No. 2

It seems that my days are all spent the same, here in San Antonio. Other than catching up with some of my family and spending time together, it almost feels like time has slowed down a bit. Did I really just get here last Friday? We'll it's now my home now, so I might as well get a custom to the Texas life.
There's this searching need in my life. I want to find out what I'm meant to do and meant to live for. I'm pretty sure that most souls would want to find that out as well. My faith is very strong. Not in myself, but in a force greater than my own desires. I do believe in a little thing called love. And I believe love came down from heaven and died on a cross, to save my wretched body from the sins humanity was drenched in. I am now a part of something greater. So, for the next two weeks I will be fasting. I will be asking one question through those 14 days, "What am I meant to do?". God if there's a reason to my living, may I find it out. I started yesterday on Monday, the 22nd of March. I'll be only taking in to my body, water and juice from fruits and veggies.
Not sure what your faith is, or that you even have a faith to believe in. But I think you and I would agree, that you only have but one life. What to do, what to do with something so precious? Find it out and I am sure you won't be saddened with the results.

Post No. 1

In this first post, I'd like to reintroduce myself. My name is Jon Medrano, and I am currently 21 years old. I recently moved from the wonderful state of Michigan, to Texas. Actually it was only just yesterday when we rolled in. Very good trip I might add as well. It's always hard leaving from a place where you've spent a great part of your life. You leave memories, wonderful friends, great fun spots. One of which was a tree next to a pond, at my home church. I used to use that place to sort my thoughts, read, play my guitar or write, or both. I think it's essential for everyone to have that special place. Where one can feel so comfortable and peaceful, while still being alone.
So, now I'm here. For anyone who lives or has lived in Texas, you should know that Texas is almost the complete opposite of Michigan. As I write this blogg, I'll do my best to make it as interesting as I can, by sharing stories and out of the ordinary occurrences while I live here.
If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I'm a thinker and I also love to love. Life means so much more when you know what to live for.

Grow strong to last long.