Beggers CAN be choosers...

Ok...so its been a while..good to see you again. I knew our time apart would just lengthen with that whole microwave bit a few posts down, given everyone (all 2 of 'em) that reads my blog would never again feel brave enough to tell me to "post already!!" for fear of chastization (a new word, I know..I am so proud).

So...Choices..we all have them..and we all make them...but do we really know what we are doing??
Much of my life has been consumed with me failing to make decisions. Like most guys, this is not to be confused with failure to commit...but just failure to make a decision. Even things such as where to eat was a killer. It wasn't so much in that I had too many choices, but instead, the idea that when I made a decision...I now have no more options, I am stuck to that one. Ok..so maybe a little fear of commitment.

You see, I felt as though there was immense freedom in having a variety of options to choose from.

It wasn't until I discovered, during a conversation with one of my best buddies, something that would change my life, and my decision making forever.

True freedom is not found in having many, but instead, in committing to one.

How ironic.

Our true freedom in life is really found when we finally have the courage to chose something...and commit to it. Sometimes it may even cost us a compromise, but freedom nonetheless. Think about it...when you change jobs, and have to move houses, you are restless and uneasy, until you choose that grey house, even though the closets in the kids rooms may be a little small. Or you're stomach never quits growling until you make the choice to eat at that restaurant, even though their tea is never sweet enough, but their chicken sure is good; or your hands never stop shaking until you grip the steering-wheel of that new black SUV, with the cup holders that are too small, and the back windows that are too dark, but...it is yours.

See.. whether it is a house, where to eat, or what car to buy..TRUE freedom was never felt until the choice was made.

So....a plethora of options, or a commitment to one? The choice is yours.

He tells me I'm a believer...

Seeing is believing. 

One of the oldest statements in the history of modern language.  Also one of the most true.  So why is it that we tend to believe in the things that we hear more than the things that we see?  Almost as if  "Hearing is believing" is our human mantra.  In a society so  disinterested in being right versus being the first, we rush to speak a word that may not even be true.  

..OK! Magazine said Paris Hilton was meeting with a personal spiritual leader so it must be true, right?

..Our local pastor said that Joel Osteen doesn't even believe in Christ, and all he wants to do is get rich, so that must be true, right?

..Joel Osteen said that God wants us all to be rich so that must be true, right?

..Colin Cowheard said that Tennessee was going to beat UCLA Monday night so it must be true, right?

WRONG. On all accounts.

Think about a typical Sunday in church.  We will sit and listen to our pastors opinion  on a certain issue, and we take it to be gospel instead of studying for the true facts ourselves. 

 Barack Obama tell us that he will Change America...but do we really know what he is going to change or does it just sound good to tell people that we need a Change for America.

Have you actually seen the POW paper work for John McCain or do you just believe it because that is what you have been told?

Think that hearing is not really believing for most of America? Think that nothing that bad can happen from believing what we hear?

One form of hearing and believing is bullying.

Just turns out that some kids do believe what they hear from that bully, instead of believing in the person they see in the mirror every morning.

You do it too.  You believe without seeing.  That girl you're friend introduced you to last week...you think that she is stuck up just because your jealous friend Erica said so.

And Kevin, the athlete that can do anything, in your mind he's a tool...just because your best friend David got beat by 1 point at a pick-up game last week....or so he says.

Too bad all things don't have a smell.  Myabe then we would start believing everything that we smelled.  I mean after all...our sense of smell is fairly strong...

I guess being able to see a small flame in a small candle from 30 miles away on a clear dark night doesn't make our sense of sight strong enough for us to believe in...

People are hearing every day.  

Unfortunately, people are believing everyday just based on what they hear. 

Their mom said it about you so it must be true.

Their dad said it about you so it must be true.

Their cousin, uncle, friend, sister, and brother all said it about you, so it must be true.

Too bad they never took the time to look themselves.

Remember: hearing is not always believing.  But PLEASE don't take my word for it.

After all, there is nothing to SEE here...

No Microwave Here...

So..I guess I forgot something in my introductory blog.  In this Tivo, Text Message, and Microwave society that we live in today, we have grown so accustomed to instant gratification that the things that aren't so instant quickly get discarded from our life.

I say all that to bring you to this (some may find it sad) realization: This blog aint no microwave, and I barely know how to use Tivo.  Despite the fact that my buddy Ed (no..he is not my grandad nor is he a horse) says that I am the "Textinist" person he has ever met, one thing that this blog is not gonna bring is instant gratification.  In simple terms....you can stop hitting the refresh button on your browser, there probably won't be a new post here daily.  

It's not that my mind doesn't work on a daily basis (although some would argue that this is true), it's just that some days I just never know what part of my mind to put on here...so I don't. 

So what if I'll never end up in the Guiness Book of World Records for the most blogs in a week? So what if I will never end up blogging as much, or as good as my friend Annie? I'm just proud that she inspired me to get here.

So..what will you find here, if you haven't already discarded this blog? Just me...and my mind...on a some-number-of-times-a-month basis. If you need something more regular, I hear fiber is good for that.  

 

Until nextime...heres to you Mr. Blogathon: I-gotta-blog-so-much-that-my-fingers-are-about-to-fall-off-Man.  

This Bolg's for you.

Do What??

It's kinda simple really... my name is Mac and this blog is what is in my mind.  I decided to start opening this window to my 100 Billion thoughts and nerve cells to all of Bloggernation because I realize that I have been given an incredible responsibility by the ULTIMATE communicator to well, communicate.  By whatever means, I must communicate. So here I am...

I do hope you will find this blog, and find it often.  Some of the other things that you will find during your time here are:

1. The way my mind works is weird (it's ok... I already know).

2. A lot of these: ... 

3.  Some funny stories ( or they were when I was posing them..ok?)

4.  An unrelenting passion which leads like a yellow brick road all the way to a story SO AMAZING that you can't even believe it...on your own.

One thing that I hope you WILL NEVER find here is... my mind, aka this blog,  to be boring.  I've been called a lot of things...but never boring.

So... who am I?  I'm so glad you asked...

Well, I am real. I always have a good time. I don't want to grow up, but I thrive off responsibility. I don't sugarcoat my feelings about anything I believe in, I'm just direct and to the point. I believe the most important thing in ANY relationship, romantic or not, is honesty, because honesty leaves nothing to question. I am real. I try to take things for what they are, and not overanalyze anything.  I work smart always and hard if I have to. Why live if you can't laugh? Did I mention that I am real? Living a facade would be way too much work.  No drama please, there is no point. I graduated in June and it feels unbelievable to know I will never sit in a classroom again. I also can't wait to start my own camp one day, but until then I'll just make money, because that’s what college was for, right?? Speaking of college, it was there that I learned that all life is cyclical, and if that is true then I hope I die before I reach the equivalent of school again. I live my life as real as possible, because I am a real person, with real struggles, real weaknesses, and real abilities. I thank Him every day that I was created and bought at a high price by a real God. I can't imagine any other way.

Well there you go...thats who I am.  I hope you can understand.

Now, as for my mind...well, that may take a little longer...