The best command someone has told me in a long time: Find rest in God tonight. Yes ma'am.

Christina Song — San Francisco City Map

NUF SAID:
20 dollars. hella cheap. geddit.
Christina Song — San Francisco City Map

My principal looks at her favorite teacher's homework packet to send to this kids: "Wow, I love how you organized the student's homework in a list like that for them to cross out! Mr. Albert, why don't you do it like that?" Before I could answer, the favorite teacher interjects: "I actually got the idea from Mr. Chun; he did it last time." Me: with a smile on my face, and a cuss word in my mind, I ignore my principal as usual, and carry on with my business.

We love the mood, the reds, the yellows, the Christmas tunes (not the lyrics), the mini lights (more white than white). We love to talk about thankfulness, but not when the games on, or when the sales are on. We love the idea of thanksgiving, but we won't give it any other time of the year. We used to go shopping after dessert and games, from midnight to six am, because shopping so greedily was almost condemnable; now it is approved, it is the norm. Doors open when the family games begin, no wait, there's a place that opens right before we cut the pie. Oh heck, let's sacrifice a priceless family dinner by waiting in line for 200$ off something that will take 200,000 hours off of more future family time. Now let's do the same for Christmas. Let's talk about tree sales and pine smells. Let's talk about gifts we bought from our raped thanksgiving celebration. Let's talk about getting and not giving. I used to see so many pictures of Santa hats in dining halls for the homeless. Now I see so many fat, spoiled kids who cry for not getting what they want. When we realize this is a season we celebrate the birth of a child who would sacrifice His very life for something we all need--and not even realize we need. This is a season not to get fat off of ham, or excited about some silly lights. It's about fasting for our unsaved family who pillage these holidays like their sole purpose on earth is to be a gluttonous consumer. Do we not see the "holy" in holiday? Do we not recognize The Holy in the holidays? Let's fix our broken holidays, and let's start with our broken hearts. Mend us, O God, we are sinfully shattered before you.

Thanksgiving is more than a special meal, you fat asses.

Some days, you need forty-four sunsets.

the crushing weight of total depravity can lead to insanity. i must move on to unconditional election. it's true: there is not a single damn reason for my salvation. not one.