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Name: Ian
Birthday: 8/15/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: The above picture is a picture of an Ian Miller. It is, however, not a picture of me. I love Jesus and want to follow him all of my life. I also like music, and increasingly, people.
Expertise: irregular demolition, thatch roofing, personal employment of the jugular, watching arabic soap operas
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Other
Message: message me
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MSN: unleavenedbread@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  masticatory_canary
Member Since:
7/9/2005
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| I generally care very little for politics. It could be that I'm lazy, or it could be that I really don't think that Jesus cares that much about who is president. I don't mean to say that he really doesn't care, just that he wouldn't spend much time worrying about it because it wouldn't really affect what he would do. God has told us that he appoints leaders and causes them to rise and fall. We should trust him to do that. We should also pray for our leaders. In fact, Jesus has asked us to do that. But where does this fear come from? Why this doomsday naysaying when the candidate that some people perceived as "God's choice" failed to win. I say praise him and rejoice because he obviously sees the whole picture and knows what he wants to do and is doing it. Perhaps Obama will do more for justice and righteousness than McCain would have, but even if he doesn't, it doesn't really matter. Having a "Christian" nation never was God's idea. What I get when I read scripture is righteous, holy people living in, transforming, influencing, sinful societies from the inside out, from the bottom up. Not by electing religious leaders who legislate morality from the top down. This never works. How can it? It can produce superficial change, but it cannot change hearts and values. Only love can do that. Love doesn't come from the top down. It comes from the bottom up. It comes from serving. It comes from looking like Jesus.
I am not advocating Obama and I am not against McCain. I did not vote in the election, which some Christians would call a sin, but if I had, I doubt I would have voted for either major candidate. Politically I have concerns with one, morally I have concerns with the other. And instead of worrying about who is elected president, I would rather spend my time learning to love and serve in order to see hearts truly changed and Jesus truly glorified in the United States.
I guess what I'm trying to say is this: now that Obama is elected, pray for wisdom and strength for him. And trust that God has chosen him as the leader of the United States for this time and place and that it was actually God who has given Obama this position and he used the American public to do this. I would say the same thing if McCain had been elected.
I would be interested in hearing other's thoughts on the election.
Also, I recommend the book at the top. | | |
| I just received something delightful that some of you may be interested in. If you simply mosy on over here
you can experience some aural ecstasy. Or at least the song Tony, Patrick, and I recorded last Christmas. We finally got it all finished and so here it is.
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| Listen to the following. I know some of you have heard this before, but for those of you who haven't, you are in for a treat. I was recently reminded of this and wanted to share it with you. Be sure to listen to the whole thing because just when you think it can't get any better, it goes to a whole new level.
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| Here is a post dedicated to a love that I have developed here in Columbus: dumpster diving. Here is a partial list of the things that we have found since I have moved here.
-several cakes
-a bag ofgrape fruit
-packages of brats
-40 pounds of beer battered cod
-a box of frozen fried chicken
-boxes of bags of blue corn tortilla chips
-boxes of bags of sour cream and onion chips
-bags of potatoes
-bags of onions
-a carton of 25 eggs
-hot dog buns to go with our brats
-ground beef
-an entire chicken
-baked beans
-precooked, presliced chicken
-tortilla wraps
-bacon
-apples
-hamburger buns
-a brand new in the box computer desk which we use for a tv stand
-brand new in the package toothbrushes
-unopened mouthwash
-unopened chocolates and candy of assorted varieties
-books and cds
-games
We buy no meat, as our freezer is packed with perfectly good meat found in the dumpster. We are actually considering buying a deep freeze to stock up for the summer months when things found in the dumpster would be much more questionable.
Some people think it is gross to eat out of a dumpster. I love it. I love being able to live (and live well) off of other people's waste. The food we find is sealed in it's original packaging and some of it is not even past due. The stuff that is past due has just expired. All in all, we spend less money on groceries and that is a good thing. Of course, we can't predict what we will find, but so far we have had our fridge overflowing with stuff and we have even supplied others with some of our finds. All in all, it is a good life. It feels good to me to live off of what society rejects. I get this giddy almost high from it. I don't know why, but I like it. Call me weird.
In other news, I have procured employment. I am working at Max and Erma's, a restaurant, as a server. It is downtown, right next to a convention center and a bunch of hotels. It is quite a different environment. Although I'm not sure that I want to serve full time, I am going to give it a shot for awhile. I am thankful for a job, at least, and I think I am there for a reason.
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| I realize that not many people read Xanga anymore, but perhaps some people still read Facebook, and perhaps I just like writing for the sake of writing. In about 30 hours, one chapter of my life will close and another will begin to open. Actually, one chapter has already begun to close. Tonight was my final night at the Carnage. Even though I feel strongly that I am doing what I need to and want to do, there is still sadness in leaving the familiar. There is a love for the familiar. There is a sadness at leaving the people I know, love, and have come to know. Things will never be the same again. Sure I plan to come back to visit. Although I have no plans to, I may even live in Kansas again, but things will have changed. I will have changed. Others will have changed. This is life. Things change. And we know that they must. We wouldn't want them to stay the same. But there is still sadness at the end of what has been. At least there is for me. And I think it is right. At the very least it is a reminder to me to enjoy the moment. Cherish it, but let it go when it is time for it to go. And enjoy the memory as a gift. And embrace the future. I am excited about the future. A future that I know very little about. A future that I'm trusting to God, and that excites me because it's a future with him. I look forward to seeing greater things, dreaming greater dreams, seeing greater healing, greater freedom, more security, more joy. All of it a gift from a God who gives lavishly to his children. His poor, frightened, insecure children who trust that despite all they aren't, they are his. And that is enough. It's been awhile since I've written something like that. It feels good. I don't know why. Update: Earlier this week Tony and I were worked on comping the vocals for "the song." For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term comping, I will explain. We recorded numerous takes of vocals and then we pieced together a phrase here and a word there, until we had the vocals for the whole song comprised of the best of each take. The sum is (hopefully) better than the parts. Tony also demonstrated his awesome mixing abilities by showing me just how he could add some compression to the drums to make them sound quite delightful. Or, should I say, even more delightful than they already were. If he can work even a portion of that magic on the other instruments, I think the results should be quite striking. All this to say, I am very excited about sharing "the song" with you all. Think of it as a belated Christmas present. | | |
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