L.I.F.E.

"CHRIST... being in very nature GOD,did not consider equality with GOD something to be grasped, but made Himself nothing,taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled himself and became obedient to death— even death on a cross! Therefore GOD exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus CHRIST is Lord, to the glory of GOD the Father." -Philippians 2
I continue to pray for the team from Salem Heights right now, even as they sleep, because the Lord is not sleeping; never has, NEVER WILL. :)

The Purple Fantasy: Continued

First wrong: driving in the slushy Snow in March. Second wrong: Too many passengers. Like 7 too many.
So the night was cold as we ventured in the snow, the men all excited and yelling mighty bold, as we drove by Balyo with girls squealing high, the men and I let out a whoop-Holler cry. Down to Farrar we drove with much delight, in hopes that the Farrar boys had not called it a night. You they like to be men during the day and in the dorm, but once it hits 10:01, its "lights out, close your door!" So we scrambled out all 14 piled tight, and I ran to the window of Nobu, the least of our fright. I whispered "LET ME IN!" as he leaned out his 'sill, trying to figure out why I was sneaking to kill. So he open the door and we all piled in, whooping and hollering which much sure-grin, to find the dorm sleeping and all that we saw, was a cranky Dan Morrow trying to lay down the law. So we tackled a Freshman, ran past two RA's, then left yelling,"Merry Christmas! The snow's here just for a day!!" Then we all piled into to my wagon of 'cheer,' with smiles and giggles without any fear. When all of the sudden, there arose such a clatter, that all started wondering what could be the matter. The engine? Transmission? or No, could it be?! That my poor little van would be a dead Fantasy. So I stepped on the gas trying to make it up the hill, and we all hoped and prayed that in the end we'd avail. When finally we made it to Pvg's crest and cheers all rang out because we'd bested the best. The Purple Fantasy had made up the hill, through the snow and the sleet creating a chill. As we entered into Davidson, I was happy as could be, until the gears all stopped working and yelled out with a plea, "On Nuetral, on third gear, on Reverse and Drive, why won't you start working! Come on; stay Alive!!!" But each gear stopped working, it went straight ahead; both neutral and reverse pedal down went dead. So I turned off the engine and push it to a halt, where my poor car sat staring, saying "Rick, it's your fault."
So if anything learned in this story tonight, learn from my mistakes, two wrongs don't make a right. THE END.