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i have a great amount of respect for our pastor kevin, but sorry to say, sometimes i fall asleep during his sermons. for example, this morning. okay, that's my problem, but even though he's a fine speaker, he tends to preach about the same things. although important, i don't think these things are "preached" about in the right manner. today the sermon talked about diversity (YES sermons talk) in a way in which you might speak to an elementary school about diversity. in short: we should all hold hands and sing "kumbaya." granted there are only like 20-30 minutes for a sermon that's expected to inspire and motivate, skimming over huge issues doesn't produce inspiration or motivation. most people above the age of 5 know that they SHOULD respect and accept everyone. the question is, do we know how to and WHY we should? when every question within the church seems to have an answer, it makes me wary. i'm upset with our church and its sermons because they tend to only deal with issues on a surface level. everything is so vague while at the same time, categorized into "good" and "bad." when they address social justice issues in the downtown area due to the many low-income housing areas being torn down that low-income people NEED, that's real. something that our church not only talks about, but plans to do something about. i like that, discussing things realistically and taking action. if i could give a sermon, it would be about real things going on to others that need our help, encouraging people to carry out God's word through action, rather than telling people to think about how spoiled they are or how evil evil really is. i just wrote that very quickly because my battery light is blinking... so do you know what i'm talking about? do i sound offensive? oh, just kidding, i still have a good 9 minutes of juice left. juice... mmm.

oh another thing. after church while walking in the parking lot towards our soccer mom volvo, we (my family) were approach by a middle-aged women in raggy clothes with 2 dogs. basically, the lady was begging for money, hoping to catch some churchgoers with left-over warm fuzzy feelings. after telling us an outrageous story, she kept on begging and begging. it was interesting to see how my parents reacted. there isn't really a right way to handle a situation like that, as i have learned from state street. the "amelie" concept must only work in europe. but that is state street, not rochester. i didn't know what to think or do or feel. my mum gave her 30 bucks. i'm not at all sure what she used it for but whatever it was, i'm sure it made her life easier or better, at least for a moment. that is my optimistic ending for the one of many homeless people in communist china-like rochester, because they are hardly ever seen. i'm being dramatic.

also today = hours of good talk at panera. i love how talking to certain people can always leave you feeling better. i love that we're independent. independent people who are traveling the world and not settling down, starting next weekend to the cities and then of course, mags' vienna after graduation.

i fear that i won't be able to fall asleep tonight because of the enormous amount of THINGS in my head. oh, but don't worry about me and sleep... because i heart sleep with a fiery passion.