<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:28:09.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of thoughts here and there.</title><subtitle type='html'>Mandatory summer reading material.  We will discuss the passages when we come back to school in the fall.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-6676963900567985591</id><published>2009-07-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:58:53.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you hae no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be---or so it feels---welcomed with open arms.  But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside.  After that, silence.  You may as well turn away.  The longer you wait, the more emphatic that silence will become.  There are no lights in the windows. It might be an empty house. Was it ever inhabited? It seemed so once.  And that seeming was as strong as this.  What can this mean? Why is He so present a commander in our time of prosperity and so very absent a help in time of trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to put some thoughts to C. this afternoon. He reminded me that the same thing seems to have happened to Christ: 'Why hast thou forsaken me?' I know.  Does that make it easier to understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-C.S. Lewis: A Grief Observed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost frightfully accurate.  I cannot relate with the grief that Jack had to go through regarding his wife, but there is something unsettling about his excerpt on the relationship with God in the middle of happiness.  I did find myself giving thanks to God for my newfound happiness in the girl that was my first love, but at the same time, that joy did at times relate to God's claim on me as an interruption.  It was a temptation that reared its head many times, and in my poorer days, I felt the need to tell Him that I was happy enough with my earthly life with my earthly friends, challenges, and rewards.  As the relationship began to fail, I began to focus more on her rather than my relationship with God.  The relationship with her ended.  I turned to knock on His door and found comfort.  I found comfort in the theology of Lewis and in going to Mass back at St. Jude.  However, when despair would set in during the worst of the days of the breakup, He wasn't anywhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's what I told myself.  Truth is, I wasn't quite looking for Him during the hard times.  I ignored calls to happiness because I was determined in the fact that I had lost the most rewarding aspect of my earthly life.  I still feel that way on occasion.  In an effort to feel more independent, I would put on a sarcastic, sometimes detached demeanor to people I interacted with. Whether it's the result of the pain or it's a way of lashing out, it's something that I'm working to eliminate in an effort to be above such selfish responses. I've discovered that in my self-pity and unwillingness to experience true joy again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have locked God out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; house.  I have slammed the door and double bolted it.  He calls and I hesitate to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had it right in the past.  I must stop concerning myself with convenience; with an earthly life.  Easier said than done.  May this be a reminder to myself to inch towards a better, more selfless life, one day after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-6676963900567985591?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/6676963900567985591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=6676963900567985591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/6676963900567985591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/6676963900567985591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2009/06/returning.html' title='Self'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-7478321675174877438</id><published>2009-06-06T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:37:38.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the habit</title><content type='html'>In an effort to ease the pain of an ending relationship, I have begun to read more.  C.S. Lewis has always been a source of comfort, and I have picked up his books and began to reread them.  I have come to realize that in addition to reading, I need to begin to habitually write as well.  I feel that, in addition to having my head spun by new experiences in the past year, I stopped writing because I was expecting to record something I could be proud to show to everyone that read it.  I was missing the point.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing solidifies what I am feeling and what I believe.  It is a reminder of who I am and helps me to be independent.  I will begin to write again, not to impress whoever may once again come across this blog, but to make an effort to move on to another stage in my life, or perhaps, to return to a more comfortable and happier one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-7478321675174877438?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/7478321675174877438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=7478321675174877438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/7478321675174877438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/7478321675174877438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-habit.html' title='Back in the habit'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-2146706949363427929</id><published>2007-07-16T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:06:54.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconception</title><content type='html'>Heaven and hell are two ideas that are the basis of the faith for many.  There are those who believe out of fear of hell and those that believe for the reward of heaven.  I think this type of faith is misguided.  It is understood that when Jesus died on the Cross with the weight of the sin of humanity on his shoulders, he died for mankind, so that we may not perish.  What is forgotten and sometimes neglected in this thought is the fact that He did not die for the human race as a whole.  While that would still be admirable, His love was not bounded to such a general idea.  Yes, what is forgotten is that Jesus died for each and every single person in all of existence, from the past, present, and future, and He died for them personally.  It is as a brother or a friend would lay down their life for you, for all the love they have for you.  And make no mistake, He did not share his Passion with us for the mere gratification of our afterlife consisting of football games in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is impossible for any of us to comprehend what heaven is like, similar to how the baby is unable to comprehend life outside the womb.  While this is true, I do not think it is important to dwell on the intricate details of what heaven is like, and it is certainly not advisable to base your faith on how rewarding heaven is.  This leads to living for the people's conception of heaven, which, in addition to being a mistaken one, begins to turn them away from faith itself.  Such love Jesus showed in His Passion...yet there are those who do not live for Him, but only for the gifts that He gives.  This, in its most simple form, represents avarice and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be disappointed.  The misconception involved here is that people think heaven is a place where there is pure happiness, and God will be in the same position that He was here on earth.  No, God will play a different role.  Heaven, in truth, is oneness with God.  You are part of Him, He is part of you.  It is incomprehensible, but that is what He wants for us, because that will give us true joy, true meaning, true holiness.   It is said that belief in God will save you.  As time has gone on, the understood meaning has changed to "acknowledgment that He is there will save you."  This is where lives are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with grief that I acknowledge the fact that this is how a lot of Christians live.  I say Christians specifically, because they know God.  They know of His love, His Passion, and yet they decide to live for the earth, for the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief is different from acknowledgment in the sense that when you believe, you believe in everything He has advocated, as well as what He has planned for you, which is heaven; oneness with God.  And to get to where He wants you to go, you have to live for Him, live for his teachings.  If you make a wrong turn, you must get on the road again as quickly as you can, because the more you wait, the farther you'll be from your destination, and the longer it will take for you to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, you can acknowledge that any location at all exists, but you're not going to get there unless you find and follow the directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-2146706949363427929?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/2146706949363427929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=2146706949363427929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/2146706949363427929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/2146706949363427929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2007/07/misconception.html' title='Misconception'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-5435083814696503296</id><published>2007-05-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:33:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A calling</title><content type='html'>The question has always been there, in the lives of each and every person.  What is the meaning of it?  Why have I been put on Earth?  Am I to serve some higher purpose?  The thought of being such an instrument for the lives of others sounds noble, and some people dream about it.  Living that dream proves to be a different question entirely.  The questions then begin to incorrectly answer themselves.  "I'm not suited to do such a thing."  "I want to live my own life."  "There are others who are called to do such work."  I say 'incorrectly' because it is the influence of our culture today that puts those thoughts in our minds.  I will not talk about callings from God just now, or even religious callings for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us first discuss life in general, considering the time we live in.  We are born to loving parents, perhaps to excited siblings.  The love that is given to us as an infant is unconditional, and this carries throughout our life.  There are instances in which we may irritate our parents senseless, especially yelling in our crib at 3am.  This, of course, cannot be controlled.  We are not able to stop our crying, our wailing.  We depend on the presence of our parents to keep us steady through the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on through life into elementary school, we begin to take more responsibility for our actions, acknowledge our own life, as well as our independence.  But take for instance those nights when you were ill, shivering in bed, throwing up.  There was no way that we would have been able to get through that nightmare alone, specifically at that age.  Our parents or siblings stayed with us, cared for us, and let us know we were safe.  Eventually, there comes the age where we would rather have the parents leave us be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teenage years, our infamously rebellious years involve attitude, irritation, and realization.  We hang out with our friends more than our family, and we spend more time in our room than in the living room.  We are frustrated with the fact that parents are on our case about grades and jobs and the like.  But what happens when problems arise, like they constantly do during these years?  What happens when your boyfriend or girlfriend breaks up with you, or you experience the death of a beloved family member?  Some are able to keep their emotions inside, for a time.  However, many that try are scarred from the attempt.  Periods like this are when we teenagers, "capable of conquering life" are found defenseless and susceptible to pain.  We turn to a friend, to a family member.  To someone we love.  The problem may not completely go away, but their presence, their help, is what helps us to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as adults, we will come to periods in our life where we will be broken.  There will be even more important relationships that may be ended for different reasons.  I will tell you now, there will be more grief over the loss of closer family members.  The management of your life, what your parents used to take care of, will be passed on to you.  But, be assured, if you do fall, you will not be alone.  For as it has happened in the past, as an infant, as a child, and as a teenager, someone will come to your aid.  Whether it be a friend, a family member, or perhaps the work of a complete stranger, your life will come together again.  You will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of life is consistent with life in other times, whether it is 1980, 1700, or even before Christ.  That is shown through the need of Adam for a companion.  We cannot function without others in our lives, without love.  That is partly where the purpose of life, to love and to be loved, comes from.  We &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;understand this now.  You can try to achieve a superstar, rich, snobby lifestyle, but just what are you living for?  You have been given the blessed gifts to change the lives of others, to help them, just as you have been helped.  It is preposterous to say that you are not suited to do such work.  That's what you were &lt;em&gt;created &lt;/em&gt;to do.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you shouldn't try to pursue a career that doesn't pay well, because there is no harm in that.  But what do you do in such a job?  What do you do with your money?  We all have been given specific talents in our life, there is no debate there.  What is a shame is that we put those talents to waste in pursuit of a more convenient "me, me, me" lifestyle.  We live for others and others live for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written before that service to other people directly is one of the most rewarding jobs there is.  We are told to pursue a career that makes us happy.  You are called to pursue a lifestyle that serves others.  Love them.  You will be loved in return.  That alone is more rewarding than any material thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-5435083814696503296?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/5435083814696503296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=5435083814696503296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/5435083814696503296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/5435083814696503296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2007/05/calling.html' title='A calling'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-7590770299959987407</id><published>2007-01-15T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:32:11.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconvenience</title><content type='html'>We sure are strange people.  Especially when it comes to convenience and desires.  I've heard multiple people claim that there's not a hell because it doesn't seem feasible.  After all, why would a God who loves us damn us to eternal hellfire?  We begin to believe this way because the idea of not going to heaven &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is inconvenient to us.  That idea of inconvenience tells us the work's not really worth it, and hell probably doesn't exist, because Jesus died so we wouldn't have inconvenience in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a child's dream.  We are told to leave our possessions, take up our cross, and follow Him.  We are told to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, anoint the sick, visit the imprisoned, and support those in poverty.  We're told to live for others.  To love, and love in return.  Sadly, for this world, that is where life becomes inconvenient to our personal, material lives.  Why is this?  We still feel this pit in our stomach when we see those in poverty, and we feel their joy when we give them drink, clothe them, and visit them.  Clearly, this instinctive feeling in our heart is Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would we turn away from that?  The answer is quite simple.  As a society, we have come to believe in this dream to become rich, and if we are not rich, we are not successful.  It is nearly gluttony for money, clearly avarice, greed.  Any obstacles in the path to that goal must be ignored and forgotten completely.  It is strange that people would feel this way considering the situation I described just a little bit earlier.  Certainly, there is something interfering in our potential goodness.  It is none other than the devil himself, tempting us with material, earthly things that break us apart from the ones whom we dread to love.  He has introduced convenience to our lives.  Short lived convenience, yes, but it seems to be successfully targeting an area of our weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our pampered lives, how are we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to believe that we have this one-way ticket to heaven?  We are blessed enough to be living in a comfortable house with an excess amount of money to purchase many things that are bound to become obsolete in a year, but we have come to expect this as the default life to live.  It's not even convenient to us.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inconvenient &lt;/span&gt;and maddening when something goes missing.  You say that this is ridiculous.  And I too can't help but look at that and think, logically, that that is unfair.  But it is true.  Imagine if you were stripped away of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;you owned.  Nonmaterial things included.  You would be quite sad and lost.  But imagine if, after many months, you were given your family back.   A few months later, you were given your best friends back.  It isn't an issue of convenience there.  It is glorious, joyful, incredible.  We don't understand this now because of our goal in life, as it is centered on the wrong finish right now.  Of course, when I say this, I'm assuming the bandwagon dream of a high-paying job.  What about a true family?  What about maintaining a best friend or two?  What about your faith?  What about the responsibility for your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;children's &lt;/span&gt;faith?  Those aren't directly intertwined with society's vision for you.  Society believes in a political marriage that can be broken off when things "don't work out."  It believes in throwing away the love and trust of your friends for a stressful high paying job.  It believes in putting away God for a while, so you can feel better about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It believes in the convenience of you and your own.  This, ultimately, has taken true religion out of many of our lives.  The obligation for Mass is early in the morning/during the football game.  The idea of mortal sin sends a shiver down your spine, and you'd rather not think about it and its consequences.  We think that all we have to do is believe that God is up there, and that will be enough to grant us eternal bliss.  However, we believe in a convenient God, a God painted by us for our convenience.  Problem is, He isn't.  At least, not to society's understanding of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit came down to give us courage and wisdom to teach others, whether it be by word or by living.  We should start in a place of similar origin.  We should start by something inconvenient.  We should begin by forgiving.  That is a lifelong journey, to be sure, but it needn't be done all at once.  Our friends first, our unknowns second, our enemies third.  Forgiveness is a necessary step to love.  Jesus loved us to His death on the cross so that we may experience forgiveness and forgive in return.  He did not tell us that we're home free because He rose.  Quite the opposite.  He wants us to continue to love, to continue to forgive for as long as we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, the effort isn't worth it.  God is a gentleman, and He won't force anyone to do so.  He is saddened, however, by the fact that they do not feel that He is worth the effort, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; is inconvenient. Not the path that's inconvenient, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He Himself, &lt;/span&gt;inconvenient&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  At Judgment, God won't make them change their minds.  If they do not want Him, he will not force Himself upon them.  He is a gentleman.  And He will leave their souls, forever.  For that is the truth of heaven and hell.  If we want God, if we want Love, then He will be overjoyed to spend eternity with us.  Seems simple.  But love is something we cannot comprehend.  Let us make that our journey anyway.  It will be inconvenient journey, bound to be riddled with hurt and sadness.  But recall the sadness you feel for those you don't know who live in poverty.  Recall the joy you receive when you care for them and they show their thanks.  It is a taste that you must keep with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that lead and run with it.  Do not fear the idea of falling.  Jesus fell three times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-7590770299959987407?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/7590770299959987407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=7590770299959987407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/7590770299959987407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/7590770299959987407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2007/01/inconvenience.html' title='Inconvenience'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-116019342469906048</id><published>2006-10-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:57:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the church</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me on some Wednesday why I was so tired.  I told him that I was a little behind on sleep because I got up for 6:30am mass.  I was told that that was ridiculous.  His reasoning is somewhat logical.  I mean, Wednesday mass isn't obligatory, and it's also really early in the morning which takes away an hour I could have with sleep.  But have you ever done something for your parents or another friend that you weren't obligated to do, but you did it anyway because it made them happy?  Well, it isn't necessarily the same case here, as I do it in order to keep myself happy; as close to God as I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've had the feeling before.  A mission trip,  The Pines, or a retreat.  You get that faith high and feel like going to church and praising your heart out.  You even feel like going to Wednesday mass.  At least for the first three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've all had another feeling.  Like God has left us.  Many months after said faith high, our enthusiasm for Christ begins to diminish.  We start to continue old sinful habits.  We start to blame God for turning His back on us, but in the end, we realize that we have left Him.  We then try to turn back, but the effort is mostly futile.   At least until the next retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this after the Mexico trip this spring.  You see, on these retreats, there are numerous people gathered in God's name, and His presence among the people is incredible.  People begin to shout the praises instead of lip-syncing the words.  They become best friends with people they've only known for a couple of days, and normally, that could be called foolish, to throw your life into the heart of someone else's like that.  But in the presence of God, you are somehow able to see into their heart, and you are able to love them as God wants us to love any man on Earth.   With so much love in one place, among so many people, it would be nearly impossible for one not to be enlightened and absolutely joyful that we have a God such as ours.  If only life in the real world was that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those retreats, the love of God and the peace of the Holy Spirit is basically handed to everyone.  They don't have to look far.  But here we are back in the city.  Back in the high school, where people are praised for drinking and having sex, and take that pride to their hearts.  Back to real life, where there is pain, death, and anxiety.  The question is why we think that we are able to keep the same relationship with God in such a contradicting atmosphere.  It is impossible to do that when you are only in the presence of God once a week.  It is impossible to do that with a tainted soul from the lack of Reconciliation.  It is impossible to do that if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that work includes choices that most people aren't generally excited about; daily mass, weekly/monthly reconciliation, daily Scripture, and weekly rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to choices, as Men, we typically choose the choice with the more immediate benefit.  That is how Satan captures so many.  Shoplifting; immediate goods.  Drugs/getting drunk; immediate feeling.  Lust/sex; immediate pleasure.  Pride; immediate, shallow gratification.  People wonder why there's so much crime...Man is susceptible to the promise of immediate gratification, and the way life was made, that typically weighs on the side of sin.  That's the pits.  The reason why we increase our faith so much on retreats is because other people do all of the work and they bring God to us.  Because there isn't too much work involved to get to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the case in the city.  No one's going to help you unless you ask.  And even then, they won't be able to help you all of the time.  You are going to have to work for that lasting relationship with God that you experienced a taste of.  You will have to find it yourself.  And dragging yourself to church every Sunday to text on your phone isn't going to help you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is why the church offers daily mass and reconciliation.  It is why they try to get people to pray a Rosary thirty minutes before Sunday mass.  It is why they have so many clubs and groups  during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the world is a difficult place to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-116019342469906048?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/116019342469906048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=116019342469906048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/116019342469906048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/116019342469906048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2006/10/finding-church.html' title='Finding the church'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-115604349119630482</id><published>2006-08-19T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:01:08.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly sins and humility</title><content type='html'>I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory yesterday.  I wasn't too familiar with the story beforehand, so here's the skinny.  Willy Wonka has this amazing chocolate factory that no one has really seen the inside of.  There are no employees that go in and out.  One day, Willy Wonka announces that there are five golden tickets in his candy bars, and if a child happens to come across one, he'll be able to tour the factory.  So, here's Charlie, a child from a poor family.  He desperately wants to tour the factory, but his chances are slim, as the family can't afford much, so the only time he receives a candy bar is on his birthday.  The ticket isn't in the bar, but he eventually finds money to get another one.  Chances are slimmer, as four other tickets have been found.  Needless to say, he gets the last ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we meet the other four kids.  Kid who just loves food and sugar, kid who has to win everything, kid who has to have everything, and kid who would just be content with nothing but his TV and video games.  As Wonka lets the kids and their parents tour, each kid (besides Charlie) falls to their weakness and is taken out of the tour with consequences for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustus, the heavy child, is first to go.  He becomes infatuated with the chocolate river, begins to drink from it, and falls in.  He's sucked up to some tube and we don't see from him again until he leaves the gates of the factory.  The deadly sin of gluttony is his downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony, the over-indulgence of food or drink to the point of waste.  Withholding it from those who need it.  The basic worship of the material idea of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet, the competitive child, is second.  When Wonka introduces a prototype three-course-meal-gum, Violet, the world champion gum chewer immediately pops it into her mouth against Wonka's warnings.  As the gum is a prototype, it doesn't work completely.  She enjoys the tomato soup and roast beef flavors, but when it arrives at the dessert, Violet literally turns into a blueberry.  We don't see of her again until she is squeezed and released at the front gates.  The deadly sin of hubris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubris, the exaggerated, unneccesary pride.  The worst of all sins to commit.  When someone does an honorable deed out of the need to be praised, it takes all good and humility away from it.  All men are created equally and God loves us all the same.  Placing yourself higher than others as a person complete contradicts that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veruca, the selfish girl, is third.  Wonka shows the tourists a room in which squirrels are trained to crack open nuts and put them in a chute.  Recognized bad nuts are thrown in a dump.  This girl, who had her dad buy 300,000 Wonka bars to find her ticket (and gave no thanks but another demand for a pony after that), had an unnatural desire for one of those trained squirrels.  Who wouldn't.  Again, against Wonka's warnings, the girl climbed down and tried to grab one.  The squirrels, as their instincts tell them to do, all group together, pin her down, determine her as a bad nut, and throw her down the garbage chute to be incinerated by fire.  Luckily, the incinerator is broken until next Wednesday.  Regardless, she comes out of the factory gates with disgusting garbage all over her.  The deadly sin of avarice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avarice, the sin of greed.  The idea that you must have earthly things, even if it means that the people who need them don't get them.  Often envious of others.  Nothing satisfies, and your goal in life is going the complete opposite direction.  The disciples left all earthly things they had to follow Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, the TV kid, is last.  Now, the weakness of this kid is kinda weird.  When Wonka transports a candy bar from a table to inside a TV.  The kid is amazed and wants to try to teleport himself, once again against Wonka's wishes.  He's transported to the TV, but when he comes out, he's as small as he was inside the TV.  Basically, he was to scale.  This kid likes violent TV and video games.  Some people say his sin is sloth.  He tried to use the teleporter to transport humans and bring a revolution to travel.  I don't know.  Skipping this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have gluttony, hubris, and avarice.  All deadly, and all intertwined.  Having as much food as you can is a form of avarice, and being so greedy that you must have everything when others don't is prideful.  They all bring us down from grace, even when we don't know it.  Most of the time, we don't catch ourselves.  "That kid's going to hell."  "These kids are so stupid."  "I've gotta have this music."  "How dare they talk to me like that?"  "No, I really do need all of my lunch.  But you can have this gone-bad-broccoli."  I catch myself many times.  It takes a lot of work seeing as how we come from midde-class/high-class families.  We were raised spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, since he was the last kid on the tour, wins the keys to the Wonka Factory to spend his days with Willy Wonka and all the candy.  But he can't bring his family.  When Charlie realizes this, he declines the request without any hesitation.  He knows what's important in his life.  Only having what he needed growing up was part of that.  And he needed his family.  As we all should need ours.  He turns away the temptations that took the other kids out of the factory, and those were some pretty sweet (pun) temptations.  But the thing is, Charlie's upbringing in what a lot of us would call poverty has helped him to become this fairy-tale hero.  It's harder for us to do what he does because of our many possessions, amount of money, and sometimes, unloving parents.  But it's possible.  We just have to become humble in our lives.  We have to live for others, including both family and people we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have only succeeded in life when the only things you want are the only things you need."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-115604349119630482?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/115604349119630482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=115604349119630482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115604349119630482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115604349119630482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2006/08/deadly-sins-and-humility.html' title='Deadly sins and humility'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-115307520947176208</id><published>2006-07-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:13:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Last Look Back</title><content type='html'>I think I've figured out the reason why The Pines is like my home.  And it wasn't what I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just noticed this year how many benches there were.  How many chairs.  At most camps, you're always in a rush, on a certain schedule with a certain activity that you have to do.  There's some of that at The Pines, and it's good to stay active, but there are times, including times in life, that you just need to slow down.  I don't know how many times that I just sat and talked with people for long periods of time...whether it be friend, counselor, or stranger.  And you can tell God is present.  It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that may be what I miss the most.  And the sad thing is that I'll probably never see a lot of those people again.  It's disheartening, but it's definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those people that say that they don't want to fall in love because it only ends up in hurt.  Those who don't want to have fun because it will end one day.  But the thing is...what kind of life are they giving themselves if they don't live it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love, often.  Dive for that frisbee.  If you miss, the faceplant will be awesome enough.  Talk to people.  Not that fickle crap through Myspace or text messaging.  Really talk to them.  A meadow, a garden.  A walk through a forest.  You may never see that person again, but the hurt will end, and that experience will last an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hurting from knowing that I may never experience The Pines again.  It will go away, as all pain does, but I know that I'll be able to look back and smile.  I'll see memories that I cherish.  I'll always look back.  This memory &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt; though...I'll remember certain specific awesome things about it.  Hilarious things...emotional things...great things.  They may fade in the future.  I'll still see the grand picture, but those small little memories may fade.  And so this, my last look back, will be of my friends.  And they will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett, Drew&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Josh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Matt&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Mac&lt;br /&gt;(K)Nitro/Other Greg&lt;br /&gt;Glenn, Cameron&lt;br /&gt;Kelley, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca, Laurie&lt;br /&gt;Erika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always cherish this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-115307520947176208?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/115307520947176208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=115307520947176208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115307520947176208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115307520947176208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-look-back.html' title='A Last Look Back'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-115238875003676794</id><published>2006-07-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:01:59.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pines</title><content type='html'>You can disregard that post below this one for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, The Pines. The place I always talk about. The place where I always meet new friends. The place that changes my life annually. It's much more than a summer camp or a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the place that I call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the highway, looking at all this big business, all this speed, all of these irritated people...then we take a turn off onto some slightly paved road. If they have a speed limit sign in this forest, there isn't a need for one. It's natural for people to drive a little bit slower as they go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That road takes you to The Pines. It's my home, my playground, and my classroom. It has shaped any good that you see in me. It's shame it only lasts a week. And it's a shame that it will be my last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that when something or someone goes away, it hurts more that you know you won't see it/them again. As opposed to realizing it later. The reason I say this is because I have a feeling that I'm going to be looking around the camp a lot, knowing I won't see any of it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that will make it a better experience...to take it all in like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what will be a really good experience...reading the letters that %n sends me. lol m i rite???//?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Gerhart&lt;br /&gt;300 White Pine Road&lt;br /&gt;Big Sandy, TX 75755&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, only parents can email campers, so they don't publicly give out the email address. I don't know it. But hand cramps are worth it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how long mail takes, so don't send one on Friday or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write you back though. Please send me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll actually write a blog when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the 16th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-115238875003676794?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/115238875003676794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=115238875003676794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115238875003676794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115238875003676794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2006/07/pines.html' title='The Pines'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-115138249254905856</id><published>2006-06-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:28:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blogs to come</title><content type='html'>I spent many hours today looking at old pictures and home videos.  I could only smile as I watched my four year old self pout.  Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the philosophical writing part of this life thing isn't on fire right now, I'm going to take my blog in a new direction.  I'm going to write about my memories; about my past and what I love about it.  And most of the time, I'll connect it to my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can learn some more about me through my past.  I know I hope to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-115138249254905856?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/115138249254905856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=115138249254905856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115138249254905856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/115138249254905856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogs-to-come.html' title='The blogs to come'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28574451.post-114835112567150699</id><published>2006-05-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:09:34.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preventing a worthless future</title><content type='html'>You know, I was expecting to see some of my close friends at LifeNight this past Sunday.   A few came, but it was still a little disappointing.  I'll probably blame that on "night before exams."  As I said in my last Xanga, I was content before Mexico with not having close friends within the church.  Content may have been enough then, but it is not near enough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this analogy that I use sometimes...usually for Earth's comparison to Heaven, but it seems appropriate now.  When we are still in our mother's womb, we're fine in there.  We have everything we need to survive, and we have no idea of anything better than that.  Some time later, we're opened to a brand new world.  Light.  We feel and sense light for the first time.  We have space to move around, and it's a brand new, much better experience.  Going back to that uncomfortable womb seems like a punishment after that.  I believe that's what Heaven will be like after Earth.  And that's also what I'm feeling with the church right now.  I was merely fine before Mexico, but now that that new world's open to me, I don't want to go back to the way things were.  I don't want to lose any friends anymore.  I've had enough of that.   I'm a selfish kid who wants to have all his new friends around him a lot.  That's my weakness, I suppose.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need people, as most of mankind does.  God knew this, and Eve was created.  So why would this be a weakness?  Everything revolved around God back then, and Scripture was recited very often.  That's not the case here in 2006.  It's rarely spoken about, if spoken at all.  But there are those Sunday evenings and Wednesday mornings that I look forward to.  Again, I don't know what it is about most of the people, but they're my closest friends.  There's love between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the future...past college...what this blog is about.  In the future, there is no The Pines.  There are very few retreats, and I doubt the adults get the same impact as the kids do.  This is the reason why I call that characteristic before a weakness.  I begin to wonder what I will do in the future where I know no one.  But that only lasts a little bit.  Because there is more hope than one would think.  God created Eve and gave Adam his partner for life.  Adam was not alone anymore.  Then came his children, as well as his many descendants, all of whom he loved.  And, as Saint John said, God is love.  I think about this and I am reassured about a vague future, because no matter how far apart I am from people, there will always be a way to keep in touch with them.  There is and always will be that love between my friends and I.  And God will be there, always.  The absence of God; the absence of love...that is absent on Earth.  I will never truly be alone, and, if I'm blessed enough, I will have a wife and children and grandchildren.  That is hope enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worthless future?  Hardly.  Few things are worthless, and those few don't exist in my planned future.  I look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with Xanga if you didn't read that post over there explaining it.  If you feel like posting a comment on one of my blogs, you don't have to be a Blogger member.  I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28574451-114835112567150699?l=soccerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/feeds/114835112567150699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28574451&amp;postID=114835112567150699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/114835112567150699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28574451/posts/default/114835112567150699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soccerant.blogspot.com/2006/05/preventing-worthless-future.html' title='Preventing a worthless future'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909066786555476621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVQyTs5qe-0/SkmqhCApTKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jUU0UGpHOa0/s1600-R/4878_1174729298033_1522080555_30939437_5060886_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
