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nicholas david welch

We're gonna show this town how to kiss these stars

I hate it when somebody needs help and you can't do anything about it.

I want to be little again making snowflakes out of coffee filters, and running around my house pretending like I am a cowboy.

I want everyone to be like me.

I want to trust everyone.

I want everyone to be trustworthy.

I want to be trustworthy.

I am scared that someday everyone will realize I am not as smart as I try to be. (Don't tell anyone)

I want habits to be activated by a switch, that way I could do the things I am supposed to do without thinking about it.

I wish I was famous.

I wish I had money.

I hate facebook.

I wish film/developing/printing didn't cost so much.


nicholas david welch

Beg for mercy, promise it help, worship, anything.

For a few moments they have no idea anyone is watching them. The primary concern in their life is water, that is to say, how exactly to behave themselves in the downpour from heaven and pools collected on the earth.

The conservatives opt for umbrellas, and since one cannot run with an umbrella, they find themselves unconcerned with the dryness of their feet. The only exciting thing about these people is the color of their umbrella, which is often not too thrilling.

The agricultural students sole responsibility is to their fine leather footwear. Doctor Martins. The tops of their feet are covered by faded, baggy and frayed denim pants with excessive pockets and a loop for a hammer they will never use, much less store on their pants. They are left caring for the 1-2 inches of leather directly above their soles, they do so by prancing, very un-ag student like, across puddles making more of a mess for the well groomed aggies directly behind them to fight through.

There are the upset individuals who quickly grimace their way through the rain, as though water miraculously falling from the clouds is the worst thing that has ever happened to them. I assure you it is not.

There are those who, like myself, discovered upon exiting their homes that it is in fact raining and that sandals were not the ideal decision. These unprepared few have simply given up hope and pace themselves on their way to class, or to get coffee.

Then there is my favorite sort, the ones who believe that every drop is a present to them and that the only way receive these gifts is to save as many as possible from the earth. They do this with a smile and wet hair plastered to their faces.

nicholas david welch

Leave your familiar alone, you damned magician, and attend to me.

Why do people in ministry (i.e. churches) place so much value on a degree? A piece of paper. You can almost get nowhere without a degree. You will not be taken seriously, as if whatever idea you might have will magically become validated after you have 30 more hours of classes under your belt.

Let me tell you what those 30 hours will do for me... nothing. I will learn how argue more/better. I will learn a few more big words, how to write a 60 page paper. I will learn that some professors are terrified of the emergent church and know nothing about it. I will listen to the thoughts of terribly arrogant people. My dreams will be stifled by papers, reading the same things repeatedly, judgement, lack of movement, lack of interest, lack of creativity, and boredom. I will be surrounded by a few friends who inspire me and encourage me, aside from those friends, I will grow stagnant and bitter.

I wish these were not the case, but thus far, they have proven themselves time and time again. I wish that I was a person who could look at negative situations and see the positive, and I am trying to become that person, but I am not him yet.

So tell me, church, do you really want to wait a year to hear the things I have to say, and follow through with my ideas after I go through all of this? Sure I will have a few more credit hours under my belt, but I will have absolutely no more ministry experience. I suppose that experience isn't really what you are after is it?

It's that stupid piece of paper.

nicholas david welch

She stole my karma

I have been enjoying my classes this year. Well, two of them. My ethics class is pretty interesting, and people in the class having pretty narrow mindsets makes it all the more interesting. That and the fact that today my professor told a girl that without a DNA test there is no way of knowing whether or not he is her father.

My C.S Lewis class is really good. I always thought it was strange that there are professors who have devoted their lives to studying what he has written, and how he lived his life. After reading excerpts from essays he has written and some of his allegorical writings, I can understand why there is so much buzz around the man. I think Lewis is the most original writer of the christian faith that we have seen in a while. There are men like N.T. Wright, Os Guinness, and Dallas Willard who have an impressive resume up their sleeves, but it amazes me how much Lewis stands out.

That being said, there are two guys in my class that just say the most ridiculous things I have ever heard. It amazes me that they can speak so many words, but say nothing. If, when getting into serious conversations, your voice becomes slightly lower, your speech becomes significantly slower, your brow becomes furrowed, and your words become drastically larger and more impressive than ones you typically use... you are probably just like these two young men.

"An embryo can experience rejection, and by the same token, experience love."

1. You stole that line straight out of page 79 of our book.
2. Nobody talks like that in real life. Especially not baseball players.


My good friend Benjamin thinks that one of these guys looks like the robots in iRobot and I agree.

On a slightly more positive note, I feel like I gained a great deal of tolerance in my life the past few days. That is great because I dislike disliking people.

If you have not met Katie Ann Kindler you need to not only do so, but ask her about her life. It is the coolest thing I have ever heard. Seriously.

nicholas david welch