theogical question- read and answer please

If one defines love by one's actions and one's will of mind takes love beyond a mere emotion, should these actions and will of the mind replace the emotion, or should the emotion still be there; even if it's some of the time and not all the time?

long overdue

Well, I haven't updated in quite a while.

There is a lot to write, but not a lot of time to write it in, as supper is pretty soon.

I went to Italy for vacations.
I was robbed and my camera was stolen, a canon powershot S3.
But I met a lot of interesting people-
A French man who spoke spanish, and we talked about music on the bus to the airport.
A man named matteo from columbia who speaks english, spanish, italian, and hebrew.
A very nice couple who currently live in france.

Someday, I will write more later.

A new poem

What word do you have?
Lord my mouth is empty,
so is my heart
I pray, Lord God, for a fresh start.
Help me to love people,
we are the church it's more than a steeple.

I think it's strange that I'm writing poetry again
I don't understand why
these words come from the sky
and I have nothing to reply
but they come and go through
and flow in my pen
from this to go, I know not where or when.

But there is a purpose here, as my words grow more clear

As the Lord clears off the gunk
of this musty gift where it sunk
I find it easier to think, and ponder
what I am saying, what I am living, what I am being.

Lord may your word be a driving wedge
pushing me to live closer to the edge
till I jump and fall to you
leaving every thing behind
can I do it Lord?
will you be there to catch me?
Are your promises really bigger than what we leave behind?

I believe this is true
at least my heart does
I feel it has to be true
But my mind doesn't want to cooperate
it thinks it's in control, it wants to rule
and it grinds my will to polished iron like a mule

But this is no good. Because I fear no confrontation.
No fear. I can charge and dodge
attack and retreat
I am my own man
I do it my way
alone and
by myself.

But this is no good.
This is not what the Lord looks for
or wants, or desires for me.
I desire mercy not sacrifice, says he.

It is better for me to submit and obey
and learn to do things in a much better way
and to try to let the Lord have a much bigger say.

So where did these words suddenly come from, you ask?
The Lord, and I am up to the task.

sobre la iglesia...

Excerpt from a journal entry:

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It was interesting to go to another church and see how they worship. There was unity there. A good chunk of the songs were translated from English, so I knew the melody, and the God being preached about is the same God that I know. He talked about sin, a lot about sin, and the fast that our salvation completed.

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It was difficult to concentrate. Part of it, I think, is the Spanish, the other, part, I think, is that I'm just out of practice. I haven't had to concenrate on something auditory with any visual help for awhile. Probably not since school. Usually, there's notes you can follow, a bulletin perhaps; but here, there was nothing. It was all 100% auditory. And that made it difficult.

But it did make it easier to sing the songs since I already knew them, and I felt like I was worshipping God since I knew what the songs were about. Whenever I said 'Amen' after somebody prayed, it didn't mean anything, since I didn't know what was said.

We also took communion, but instead of doing it at the same time, everybody ate the bread and drank the cup as soon as it was brought to you. I didn't feel any unity in that. But is there really a right or wrong way to take communion, other than the corrupted way described in 1^st Corinthians? I'm not sure. Am I looking for my way of doing things, or is one way better than the other? Or do both serve the same purpose?

At first, I didn't really want to go to this church, because we were told that churches around here are really small. And it was. I figured that a lot of people would go to this church because two of the leaders go here; and they did. But it wasn't bad. To the best of my ability, it seemed like the Lord was here. I saw the raising of hands, heard the Amen's, and was able to understand enough that this church, small as it is, is alive.

entry 2

Well, this is my second entry. I'm sitting near a restaurant near the school where I can use their internet. I'm just posting really quick just to say that things are going good. There's a few songs that I have that my señora absolutely loves. She loves Johann Sebastian Bach, and other types of música clasica. So I'm going to burn her those songs on a cd, as well as giver her the lyrics so a song that I translated today. I might try to translate other songs, but I'll see how that goes. Anyway, hope things are well with you, my reader, but I have to go antes de la gente en el restaurante viene afuera para mí.

Adios

El primero

Pues, he llegado en Seville. El viajado fue interesante.

Taking off was faster than I had pictured before hand. We just started going and we were in the air. I did get some neat pictures of the clouds, but I will post those later. At one point we passed over the top of a thunder cloud, but my camera was put away and by the time I would have gotten it out, it would have been to late.

The lay over was alright. McDonalds was interesting- they´re introducing a new mcfish with ketchup instead of tartar on it.

The second flight was short and sweet- because my brain stopped working because of how tired I was, so I just slept the whole time.

Well, I´m going to sign off for now. Talk to you later.