Studying and working on projects is good and fine, but it's the initial start that is hard to overcome. Why is that?

"Human trafficking can work only if the victims remain invisible to the public eye. We have to remove the veil of ignorance."

From my journal entry:
At small group we talked about excellence and it just left a bunch of questions in my mind; concerning not identifying in striving to be excellent to achieve identity. In "Not for Sale" it says on page 260... "you identify where your passion meets the needs of the world" We must be excellent for the sake of being a child of God and to be able to engage ourselves in the issues of the world. I was doubting why i'd perform this weekend at the Emmaus banquet because I don't feel like i'm the best singer and songwriter; but honestly it is bigger than me. The message and the needs of the world are so much greater than what a few people think of my songs. (Not for Sale) 1: The first part is to engage yourself in the activities that you feel you were put on the earth to do. 2: The second part is to carry out those activities so as to benefit others.

I'm going to scan the conclusion of this book for you guys to read. This book is probably number two in changing my perspective on life, and has potentially changed the direction of my life (I still have to take a step in the fight and then make my commitment.)

For the last two days i've been inquiring and asking about how bad working must suck. And indeed it probably does. Therefore i've decided not to stitch together jobs to make an impressive resume that will pay me big bucks. I hate institution a lot of the time, but theres no getting around it. Many times I felt like our entire lives were an institution with a goal of making money. Doesn't it seem like the purpose of life is to make money? Why do we go to school, and to college, and what is the first thing we are so desperate to do after college? Why do we work so hard so we can retire and be old and boring and have all this money for no good purpose? I didn't want to take it as far as forsake normality, sell everything, and live as a monk, but I don't want to live for money.

I've decided to pursue my vocation (part 1 and part 2). In building a vocation I will then "design and pursue meaningful endeavors." 'People from all different fields of work are needed in the fight to end slavery. We need lawyers to protect the rights and persecute the traffickers. We need entrepreneurs to provide jobs and create enterprise for newly freed slaves. Students are needed to research and to influence policy and the coming generations. Health and mental care workers need to be there to help fix the broken lives. Construction workers are needed to build shelters. You can imagine the list goes on and there is a need in every field of work. Heres a practical one, a person with two blankets needs to give one away to somebody in need. The movement needs your time, talent and money'

I've taken most of this post from the concluding paragraphs of the book "Not for Sale" Please, don't be so American. Pick up a book that teaches you something from the outside of your suburban boxes. Please.















Then most importantly, the church needs to react. Where compassion, mercy, forgiveness, and love was nailed on the cross for us, we have blasphemed the love of God by forsaking the command to love our neighbor as ourselves. We have created an institution of religious rules and fakers of disciples of Jesus. We have created a hierarchy of power that doesn't even submit to the word of God. We have sought money more than the face of God. We have created idols for ourselves and continually serve and worship things made by man. We have allowed NGOs to be the face of God, when they don't even believe in the work of the Holy Spirit. The brokenness of the world needs healing and restoration, and that restoration and healing can only fully be met by the love and touch of God! Please Church let us fight!

I was looking at the photos of one of my favorite photographers and I was just in awe, like usual, at the images he captures. I don't know if he saw in the way I was but there were so many images that were entertaining me. I'd take two thumbnails and juxtapose them to create a deeper meaning. Theres a double exposure of a guy with his fist on his chest; on top a close of up of I think the same guys face, making a heart wrenching expression. I proceeded and looked at a picture of a beautiful girl, and couldn't help the thought of pains in thinking about the one that got away. I wish, in my mind, she wouldn't have gotten away. The expression is so sincere and loving. But its not my life, so I can just hope that I wont relent for the one I will love.

Anyways when I get mad, I become introverted and take it out on myself mentally and physically. I shy away and am grump even into the next day! but I realized this wasn't right, as i'm dealing with my anger, turned to grumpiness right now and finally after having a depressing day, I came home, put on bellarive and kneeled facedown onto my bed, and just laid there. I waited on the calming still small voice and felt like I wanted to play some guitar. I feel much better now. I try and make my own way, I got in a bike accident yesterday, and my wheel is all jacked up. I went to the bike shop I like and they gave me a pricey estimate, I started to research my options and ask Todd to see if he can get one off ebay for me, he just told me to calm down and wait on the bike shop to see if they had anything else. I just got a text message saying I can pick up my bike and that they found a wheel for a quarter of the price! These little things make me happy. Today is turning around, and earlier I thought I can't wait to fall asleep and wake up so I can be happy, what a lie!

note to me, the rich man from the west sam eapen dec 30th 2007

dont be foolish, dont just react. look for the organization that helps the poor children. act and plan when we see a need. even the beggars on the subway just don't give because you see. compassion is just the beginning. love is shown through compassion, and yes money. the block, hesitation, and idol I face.
In india the moms with skinny children walking around begging for money are connected to mobs. the money doesnt go to the kid, it goes to the master. a ton of those kids end up getting killed on the streets, give to the organization that cares for the kid, not the kid being enslaved to an evil syndicate.

I give to the poor, and sometimes I wonder if I'm giving for the right purposes or sowing in the right areas. I mean I look at some that are physically able to work if they would clean up a bit, yet they beg half heartedly (if you knew what that meant without it making me look like a jerk) with a cup of ramen noodles in the other hand. Is it there state of mind? what is it that keeps them in such poverty? I remember looking at the bums in san fran and I was wondering how they could have gone to schools and gotten a proper education, yet they are still bumming on the streets trying to keep the trend of being a hippy alive. get a job. if you only knew how much you had compared to the other 90 percent of the world. we take things, I take things for granted. I'm sure I only have a slight more understanding of the poor and broken than many of my fellow friends in the states, but our ignorance has led us to rally for meaningless pursuits. my pastor spoke of the north korea rally back in 2003 when Freedom Week was starting to be given awareness. He was expecting a multi thousand number gathering at capital hill, for there was a 10s of thousands gathering for some conference he attended earlier. To his disbelief when he arrived at capital hill to speak up for north korea, there was maybe 60 people. America, such a beautiful and comfortable and free land, with its creative innovations and great rock music, yet its full of the rich, the fat, the ignorant, the selfish, the proud, and the naive. (at this point I wish I could write an essay like ttracy) what are you living for?

good question.

keep in mind peter. you must be free in order to set others free. theres more slaves now than ever, in deeper bondage than ever. can you imagine that there is more wickedness going on now than the holocaust? sorry if thats a sore spot for you, but its true. the death of the soviet union gulag or concentration camp gave birth to an even more horrific story in north korea.

here the link if you would like to educate yourself a bit. http://archive.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2003/2/13/110824.shtml
I'm doing my research as I go, so take it or leave it, i'm not really a political genius, I should have t tracy write one of these, he can convince your mind with his wise words.

One former gulag inmate, Soon Ok Lee, spent seven years at a camp near Kaechon in Pyungbuk province. She told the network: “I was in prison from 1987 till January 1993. [The women] were forced to abort their children. They put salty water into the pregnant women’s womb with a large syringe, in order to kill the baby even when the woman was eight months or nine months pregnant.

“And then, from time to time there a living infant is delivered. And then if someone delivers a live infant, then the guards kick the bloody baby and kill it. And I saw an infant who was crying with pain. I have to express this in words, that I witnessed such an inhumane hell.”

Soon watched 50 fellow prisoners dying excruciatingly painful deaths when they were used as human guinea pigs in biological warfare research.

“I saw so many poor victims,” she recalled. “Hundreds of people became victims of biochemical testing. I was imprisoned in 1987 and during the years of 1988 through ’93, when I was released, I saw the research supervisors — they were enjoying the effect of biochemical weapons, effective beyond their expectations — they were saying they were successful.”

I too dont have the heart for the north korean people. I live less than a hundred miles from children being starved, where there is torture that compares and/or exceeds anything genocide to this day, and yet I can easily go days and weeks without a thought in the world about the wickedness of our generation. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/433641.stm

I guess what i'm trying to say is, there is slavery today, there is child prostitution. my personal friends have gone to the prostitution capital of probably the world in pattaya and one ministry there. they talked to bar girls and prostitutes, and they say those girls and boys live in fear and conditions of abuse and torture and even fear of murder. they say its like hell. girls from 7-14 are easily seen on the streets. they go as young as infants, 2 or 3, man I heard stories, they get raped and stitched back up, so messed up.

and yet where is my heart and my cry... i hear and I'm close, we the educated have the ability to change this! this is the hour to get my mind set on path. I need to pick up a history book. do my research. I gotta blow this up. if only getting people to care was as easy as getting them to smoke pot for the first time. I guess i'm a little sad of how the decisions i've made, have effected the ones I loved, and proceeded to grieve my heart to this day. well like I said, do your own research, deeper than mine, i'd love to write a real essay, but I just googled things like north korea death toll, slavery today, child prostitution. or you can turn the blind eye and live in your ignorance. my friend maudie had a quote, it said leave your mark on the world not on the earth. (it was a thing for environmental issues) but its true, what are you going to leave for the world?

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people busy.

everyday I meet people, all day long. I want to just chill at home.

crushing red embers in a pile of ash.

I need to encourage myself a little bit. Don't get caught up in competition and judgment. Don't look at skill and standards. Just do what you love and let your steps be established for you one at a time.