psalm 130:6

my soul waits for the LORD,

more than watchmen wait for the morning.

more than watchmen wait for the morning.

language

I think that out of all the things that separate a person from another... social classes, caste systems, location, skin color, profession, gender, race, and opinions, nothing really cuts the human soul from reaching another more than a difference in language.

Because language is ruthless. It doesn't compromise. It doesn't empathize. If you can't speak another person's language, you can't reach their soul. It's the hardest opponent and most difficult adversary of the gospel.

That said, let's learn some Chinese.

let all the world see

How great our God is.

bring a big cup to taiwan

because God

is faithful

and will fill your cup so that it

overflows.

oh is this a blog oh

I really wish I blogged more. There will be lulls in my blogging routine where I will leave all journals and online forums alone. And when I consider all the things that have occurred in the last four or five months, I get a sour taste in my mouth, like I won't remember all the lessons I've learned, and all the heart and passion I put into them. And not remembering the significant things, whether they were good or bad just doesn't help me.

Ahh well. It's always good to start somewhere.