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Part of me is losing faith in humanity one person at a time. Another part wants to believe good remains in the heart of each individual.

Why there is terrorism is beyond me. Why people to stupid things is also beyond me. Unfortunately, as hard as it may be, I still have to love them and forgive them… and forgive myself.

I’ve been reading Blue Like Jazz by Don Miller recently, and it’s made me think more and more about Christian spirituality — not Christianity.

One chapter I read today was titled Confession. In this chapter, he and his fellow Christian friends set up a confession booth on Reed College campus in the midst of a celebration where a majority of students get high, wasted and run naked. The idea was for this small group of people to come out of the closet and openly admit they’re Christians. They set up this confession booth not so that students would confess to them, but they would confess to the students, apologizing for the Crusades, televangelists and any other event or person giving Christians a bad name.

I like this idea. So many people I know have an issue with Christianity, with church, with religion in general. Some have been hurt by it and refuse to ever step foot in a church again. Others feel isolated when they go, so they stop going.

There’s something wrong here. Christianity isn’t meant to push people away; it’s meant to draw people into a loving, warm, real relationship with God.

Jesus had no intentions of “Christians” killing innocent people, judging others, turning people away, in His name.

Instead of shunning prostitutes and pimps, let them come in as they are. Instead of telling the drug addicts they’re going to Hell, tell them God still loves them. Instead of fighting over what style of music to have in the worship service or the carpet color in the sanctuary, agree that the main focus should be to reach out to the lost, the hungry, the homeless. Instead of telling people how wrong they are for their past behaviors and browbeating them with the Bible, show them the truth with love, compassion and a listening ear.

My brother made the comment this weekend at a church dinner that putting that much food out in front of people and expecting them not to glutton is like taking men to a strip joint and expecting them not to lust.

Point: None of us are perfect.

I’m not perfect. I’ve screwed up a lot in my life… but what matters is that I’ve realized that and I’m learning from my mistakes. I can’t let one thing rule my life, I can’t let one person control me and my emotions; I have to rise above that. I have to take matters to God and leave them in His hands, in His control. Everything happens for a reason, and I have to let Him show me that.

I have to let Him guide me.

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After about a week of journalism professors preaching to start a blog of my very own, I finally broke down and got one started… one a bit better than Xanga or notes on Facebook.

I’m not really sure what to write about in my first blog on wordpress.com, but I’ll try to come up with something that may interest my soon-to-be readers out there.

Okay, so I’ll start with telling a little bit about myself…

I am a vegetarian freshman studying journalism and electronic media at the University of Tennessee. I also work for Tennessee Journalist, The Daily Beacon, TRECS and soon eVOLve, which was formerly the Volunteer yearbook.

Wartburg, Tennessee was where I grew up. For the many of you that don’t know where Wartburg is, it’s about an hour away from Knoxville. Wartburg may come close to the smallest city with red lights you’ll come across. It’s nestled between the mountains of East Tennessee and on the Cumberland Plateau. Although beautiful and rural, it has its fair share of rednecks, which leads me to a funny story that may interest my readers…

So, as I mentioned before, I am a vegetarian and have been now for a year. When my fellow classmates in high school found out about this, some hunters thought it would be amusing to show their support. After school let out, I walked to my amazing 1990 325i BMW complete with a manual sunroof and, like any other normal person, sat in the driver seat. Fortunately, a good friend of mine was behind me in her car and saw the “support” my hunter friends left for me.

A deer leg, a REAL DEAD deer leg, was tied to the back of my car. I was mortified.

After fuming for quite a while, a kinder young gentleman cut the twine, and ultimately the deer leg, off my car. I drove on to work and called someone in the office to let them know the cruel joke that was pulled on me.

Now that I look back on it, it really was kind of funny in a morbid, sick way. I can laugh about it at least, but I certainly don’t want that happening again. I’ll kick some butt. Just kidding.

Needless to say, I was glad to get out of Wartburg, or at least high school there. I still go home on the weekends to attend church at First Baptist where my serious boyfriend of a year and a half leads music. Of course, laundry must be done, too, and at home it’s free. And eating something besides cafeteria food for a change is amazing, although sushi here isn’t so bad.

There are a lot of things I feel I could talk about in this blog, but by the time I would be finished, it would be more like a book. All I really have left to say now is I’m glad I was introduced to wordpress.com and started a real blog. Check back later for some more fun, hopefully animal-friendly, blogs in the future.

Peace out.

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