What, When, Where, Why, How

When I was 5 or 6 years old, I was in a tambourine class at the Bible College my dad was attending. I vaguely remember sitting on one of the steps of the room (because it was built for lectures, not for little people) next to my friend and messing with my tambourine. Then, at some point, the teacher presented the gospel and I went forward to pray and be saved. What day was it? I have no idea. I don't even know exactly how old I was.

My mom told me recently that every Sunday school teacher I had would come tell her that I accepted Christ into my heart that day. She would say "Thanks! That makes number 5." 

Got some wart remover?

Ok, prepare yourself. This is a pretty gross analogy (as suggested by the title)

I have discovered over the past few weeks that sin is like a wart. How did I discover that? Well, I have one on my hand. Yeah, I know. It's gross. But hey, I think I finally killed it. And NO you may not see it if it grows back. This is taking vulnerability, people. That and the fact that I'm sitting behind a computer and know you can't see me while I write this.
So the question: How did I come to that conclusion? How did I look at this little patch of nastiness on my hand and think "Hey, it's sin!" Well I'll tell you. (Didn't see that one coming, did you?)

Summer playlist

by: Abi Rivera

Music, man oh man where to begin:

What is music?
-mu·sic/ˈmyoozik/Noun
· The art or science of combining vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.
· an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.
-This is how it is defined according to an online dictionary (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/music). But what is music to you, and how would you define it?

That's All, Folks!

You know that moment at the end of a Looney Tunes Cartoon when Porky the Pig sticks his head out of a circle and shouts "That's all, folks!" Or when the lion sticks his head out and roars? That moment when you're sitting there watching the credits at the end of the movie, hoping there's a tag at the end, waiting to see if the story continues? That's exactly how I felt the week after graduation. I felt as if someone should have stood up at the end of commencement, the credits of my college career, and said "Well, that's all she wrote, folks. Let's have a moment of silence as we mourn the ending of 1,500 lives." It took my some time to realize that life is not about who you are in college, what horribly awful