I went with the youth of my church out to Zephyr and we did some painting and some landscaping. By landscaping I mean we cut some trees, cleaned out brush, and fun stuff like that. Well while we were cutting some yucca trees (which are some crazy trees that look like little palm trees) I was talking to one of my friends and I really wasn't paying attention to what I was doing so I find myself walking straight into one of these trees. One of the pointy leave parts of the tree went into my head and i started to bleed pretty bad. The only think is that I didn't know I was bleeding. I felt something running down my head, and it was hot outside, so I just figured it was sweat. Well it turns out it was blood. So I went up to my youth leader and told him that I was bleeding. So he got me a ride to the nurses emergency center and as I walk in i hear the nurses say "Wow...look at that...you are bleeding. You shouldn't worry at all its just covering half of your face. I will take care of you...i am certified in CPR." The whole time I'm there I'm trying to figure out how CPR will stop the bleeding of my head. Well the nurse then tells me that she is afraid of blood so another nurse will have to take care of me. And she makes comment about me looking "hard-core" and she says how she needs to take a picture of me because it would make a good myspace picture since i have a steady flow of blood coming from my head. And by this point half my face is just bleeding and I'm trying to figure out if I will ever be taken care of. Well after like 5 minutes they pour some kind of stuff on my head and the bleeding stops and I get to go back to work. I then find out that I was the third person to have to go to the nurses station that day because of those plants making people bleed. Just to show you what a yucca tree is here is a pic. This is what I ran into...
The only difference betweent that yucca and the one that attacked me is that the one that i ran into was bigger and more aggressive.
that weekend was crazy...and fun.
here is another story i read and i like it so i thought i would put it on here...
This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC.
There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist.
His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester to prove that God couldn't exist.
His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic.
Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.
At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up!"
In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He would say, "Because anyone who believes in God is a fool"
If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't do it."
And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces.
All of the students would do nothing but stop and stare.
Most of the students thought that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through, but! for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up.
Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll.
He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor.
He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid. But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said, or what the class thought.
Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith...he hoped.
Finally, the day came. ! The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom.
The professor shouted, "You FOOL!!!
If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!"
He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man, and then ran out of the lecture hall.
The young man who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of His power through Jesus.
Ok well thats all for today...
oh and here is a comic for yall
