Swartswood State Park in NJ

My work with the mission is bringing me here (Swartswood State Park) on Wednesdays during this July, and this past Wednesday (yesterday) I blogged a frustrated post from my BlackBerry only later deciding to delete it (for a couple different reasons). However, in that post, I promised to post a picture from where I was sitting (along with that link, above is the picture). One last thing I'd like to do (to complete this post) is re-post the message I deleted from Wednesday. Here it is:

I'm a bit frustrated with my 8820 BlackBerry; I can't tweet, access my notepad and even find accessing certain phone numbers difficult. The little roller ball thingy is not installed at the moment. The ball "department" of this phone has been giving me trouble for awhile and finally had it's last stand last night. I went on ebay to order the new department, but until it arrives, I have limited ability with this phone. I can't access facebook messages, can only read the first few words of text messages and can read only titles of emails. It's quite a strange feeling having to deal with it all. Hopefully the new piece will be in tomorrow, for I need the speed and convenience this phone has to offer, I tell you. Anyway, that is that. I suppose the upside is that I'm at the beautiful Swartswood State Park in Northern New Jersey. What I will do is take a picture and show you the view from where I'm sitting. Be blessed.

Eternal Life Can't Be Bought

Twisted and turned, around we go, life is but a flash to hard to hold. Throughout history wars have raged, people have strived and knowledge has been sought after. Many have said, "My eyes have been opened."

But to those who have said this, their eyes remained shut. For salvation can only be found in the person of Jesus Christ. Many have died for our Lord, many have suffered for his name's sake, but history tells us of their great sacrifice.

95 is the number we will always remember Martin Luther for, but there are many others who had no name or number at all for us to remember them by. They died in service to our King, and there are many others who lost everything they had for our King but found what really matters.

If you must ask, it is eternal life that really matters. All the money in the world can't buy you that.

I Stopped to Smell the Roses

One day when all is said and done, what is really gonna matter? Will it be how much money I made, you know, how much I got off that "trade." I don't think so. When all is said and done, what's really gonna matter to me, is not how fat my wallet was, but how sweet smelling the roses were.

Just So You Know

I'm just messing around with a couple of the below posts (pure fiction, hope you don't mind), just having fun.

She Keeps Looking, But I'm Busy

Why does she keep looking at me? I already told her that it would "never work." It couldn't in all honesty. But the way she is looking at me bothers me, I don't understand it. She needs to stop, it is very distracting. I have things to do, places to go, people to see. Oh no, her she comes.

"Hello" she says, "I was just wondering why you kept looking at me."

"Me looking at you?" I replied, "Ha! That is a good one. When are you ever going to learn, this is just not going to work."

"Stop it!" She says, "You have no idea what you are talking about."

And then it all starts to make sense, perhaps she is right, maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.