i just got the strangest desire to be a missionary. i've never really wanted to do this before. i was reading matt 3 and 4 for class and i was all like, "that'd be hecka tight, i should do that". normally, i'd write this sort of thing in my journal, however, i'm listening to a frig'n sweet modest mouse song on my computer with headphones, and since the cord is too short, i cannot reach my journal without interrupting the song, which is something i am not willing to do.
yeah, i'll have to think and pray about this missionary thing. it's probably like the time, about a month ago, i really wanted to join the army for no real reason, then the feeling past along and i took a nap.
as i write this the feeling fades, then i think about it, and it comes back. if i was a missionary, i'd want to really live with the people of whereever it was i was, and not be some dumb rich white missionary from the west who may live in that country, but lives totally apart from the people; this is not what jesus did, nor paul, but mostly jesus, 'cos jesus it way hecka tighter than frig'n paul, who is cool and all, but he's no jesus. he tries tho, and it's cute, and that is what counts. trying.
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