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.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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.
Monday, March 29, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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!"
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!"
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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.
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.
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