WHEREAS, It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor;
WHEREAS, Both the houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me "to recommend to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:"
Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted' for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.
And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions; to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have show kindness to us), and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows to be best.
--George Washington - October 3, 1789
This year, Thanksgiving is being celebrated on Thursday, November 22. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
~TruthSeeker
United States, September 17, 1796.
Friends and Fellow Citizens:
The period for a new election of a citizen to administer the executive government of the United States being not far distant, and the time actually arrived when your thoughts must be employed in designating the person who is to be clothed with that important trust, it appears to me proper, especially as it may conduce to a more distinct expression of the public voice, that I should now apprise you of the resolution I have formed, to decline being considered among the number of those out of whom a choice is to be made.
I beg you, at the same time, to do me the justice to be assured that this resolution has not been taken without a strict regard to all the considerations appertaining to the relation which binds a dutiful citizen to his country; and that in withdrawing the tender of service, which silence in my situation might imply, I am influenced by no diminution of zeal for your future interest, no deficiency of grateful respect for your past kindness, but am supported by a full conviction that the step is compatible with both.
The acceptance of, and continuance hitherto in, the office to which your suffrages have twice called me have been a uniform sacrifice of inclination to the opinion of duty and to a deference for what appeared to be your desire. I constantly hoped that it would have been much earlier in my power, consistently with motives which I was not at liberty to disregard, to return to that retirement from which I had been reluctantly drawn. The strength of my inclination to do this, previous to the last election, had even led to the preparation of an address to declare it to you; but mature reflection on the then perplexed and critical posture of our affairs with foreign nations, and the unanimous advice of persons entitled to my confidence, impelled me to abandon the idea.
I rejoice that the state of your concerns, external as well as internal, no longer renders the pursuit of inclination incompatible with the sentiment of duty or propriety, and am persuaded, whatever partiality may be retained for my services, that, in the present circumstances of our country, you will not disapprove my determination to retire.
The impressions with which I first undertook the arduous trust were explained on the proper occasion. In the discharge of this trust, I will only say that I have, with good intentions, contributed towards the organization and administration of the government the best exertions of which a very fallible judgment was capable. Not unconscious in the outset of the inferiority of my qualifications, experience in my own eyes, perhaps still more in the eyes of others, has strengthened the motives to diffidence of myself; and every day the increasing weight of years admonishes me more and more that the shade of retirement is as necessary to me as it will be welcome. Satisfied that if any circumstances have given peculiar value to my services, they were temporary, I have the consolation to believe that, while choice and prudence invite me to quit the political scene, patriotism does not forbid it. . . .
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Washington's Farewell Address is long, but it is worth the read. (It can also count for history or literature which will make your parents happy.)
Well, Striker gave me the 'Blogger Reflection Award'. Thank you Striker! I never thought of myself as reflective, except on bad hair days when I'm standing in front of the mirror with a hair brush and hair gel bemoaning the condition of my mane...but then it's the mirror being reflective, not me.... Anyway, thanks again.
Okay...so now I'm supposed to pass this on....except...practically everyone I know has it....ugh...I can't spell today....so...um....boy, this is eloquent...must think...logically...AuthorElf, stop telling me jokes or I'll do something drastic....watch out, girl....ha! Got you! *AHEM* Just ignore that little spat. My alter-identity isn't really entirely sane. ANYWAY, I'm going to pass it on to...
Striker, Jocelyndixon, Luthien , and now I'm going to pull some people off of my alter-identity's friend's list: Rose and AmandaJoyful.
In this world we are constantly seeking scape-goats. "He hit me first!" Your opponent becomes the scape-goat. "The dog ate my homework." The family pet becomes the scape-goat. "It was her idea!" Your accomplice becomes the scape-goat.
So, who do we blame for the War in Iraq? The answer of many Americans? The president! Yep, it's G.W. Bush's fault that we're fighting this war and it's just all his fault and....not really. If you're looking for a scape-goat, don't blame the president. He's having enough trouble being blamed for the latest hurricanes and tornados. Blame Sarai, daughter of Terah and wife of Abram. In fact, toss some of the blame on Abram too. How could a couple who live apx. 4,000 years ago be the cause of this mess you ask? Here's the answer.
One day Sarai was sitting in the tent next to Abram. She said, "Abram, I know God said we'd have a kid, but we're like, nearing our hundreds and there's no kid. So, I had this brilliant idea. You sleep with my maidservant, Hagar, and we'll have kids through her."
Did Abram say, "Sarai, that's gross. You are my wife and I'm not sleeping with anyone else. God will keep his promise, so shut up and wait." NO!! He said, "Whatever you say, honey." (or something to that effect) Sarai's plan went through, and Abram and Hagar had this kid named Ishmael.
An angel made a prophesy about Ishmael before he was even born. The prophesy was this:
'You are now with child and you will have a son. You shall name him Ishmael, for the Lord has heard of your misery. He will be a wild donkey of a man; his hand will be against everyone and everyone's hand against him, and he will live in hostility toward his brothers.'
After Isaac was born and weaned, Sarah decided she didn't like Ishmael (apparently forgetting that he was her idea in the first place). So Ishmael and his mom got kicked out, even though Abraham wasn't happy about it. Ishmael grew up in the Desert of Paran and became an archer. Hagar went to Egypt and found a wife for her son, and he became the father of the Arab nation.
Fastforward a few years...1000 B.C....500 B.C....1 A.D.....33 A.D....100 A.D....300 A.D....500 A.D....700 A.D. Early in the 7th Century A.D., one of Ishmael's ever so great grandkids came up with a new religion, Islam. This guy, who's name was Mohammed, called himself a prophet of Allah. But...he was a rather violent preacher, and he and his followers were banished in 622. Mohammed built an army of Muslims, and they took Mecca by storm in 630. They continued taking territory, and the size of the territory they controlled grew. During 1095-1291 the Christian kings and emporers of the west waged the Crusades against the Muslims, but ultimately failed. Now, most of the Middle East and part of Africa are Muslim, and it's currently spreading into Europe and America.
Sooo.....that's why it's ALL SARAH'S FAULT!!!! See, I gave you a scape-goat. You all like me now, right?
On other matters.....
I was given the Nice Blogger Award by Luthien. Thank you Luth!!! It is now my duty to pass the award on. Unfortunately....I can't decide whom to give it to. Tragic, no? Soooo....I'm giving it to whoever comments on this post.
Okay, just so everyone knows, I am working on my next post. It's just taking me a while. Sifting through Target: America, grappling through newspaper articals, reading The Blood of the Moon and generally trying to research so I can write an intellegent post takes a while. In the meantime...
I was walking through my piano teacher's studio today and one of my socks suddenly appeared on the floor. I was not wearing socks. I do not take my socks off at my piano teacher's studio. Any ideas on how it may have gotten there?
When telling you father what time something is, always give him a time that's five to fifteen minutes before the actual time. Like with me. I have volleyball practice at 4:30. I will get there around 4:40 if things keep going like they are.
If you play some kind of instrument, keep your music organized!!!!! I did not, and havn't been able to work on some pieces for a while because I couldn't find all the pages. "Hmmm. Let's see here. Page 2...page 5....oh, here's 3...where's 1 and 4?"
So there's my rediculous post for the month or two.
7:18 a.m. Hijackers board Flight 77.
7:45 a.m. Hijackers board Flight 11.
7:59 a.m. Flight 11 departs.
8:14 a.m. Flight 11 highjacked.
8:14 a.m. Flight 175 departs.
8:20 a.m. Flight 77 departs.
8:42 a.m. Flight 93 departs.
8:46 a.m. Flight 11 strikes North Tower of WTC.
8:47 a.m. Flight 175 hijacked.
8:51 a.m. Flight 77 hijacked.
9:03 a.m. Flight 175 strikes South Tower of WTC.
9:26 a.m. FAA Bans takeoffs nationwide.
9:28 a.m. Flight 93 hijacked.
9:37 a.m. Flight 77 strikes Pentagon.
9:45 a.m. U.S. Airspace shut down.
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American Airlines Flight 77. Target: the Pentagon. Hit : 9:37 a.m.
Pilots
Hani Hanjour from Saudi Arabia.
October 3, 1991 - Enters U.S. ~~~ January 1998 - Attends Arizona Aviation Flight School. Frequently refered to as bad pilot. ~~~ August 31 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 77.
Khalid Almihadar.
April 7, 1999 - Applies for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ May, 2000 - Attends Sorbi's Flying Club. When asked to draw plane, draws the wings on backward. Clueless pilot. ~~~ August 25, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 77.
'Muscle Men'
Salem Alhazmi from Saudi Arabia.
April, 1999 - Applies for visa and goes to U.S. ~~~ June 29, 2001 - Allegedly arrives in New York. ~~~ August 27, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 77.
Nawaf Alhazmi from Saudi Arabia.
April 3, 1999 - Applies for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ 2000 - Enters U.S. ~~~ August 27, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 77.
Majed Moqed from Saudi Arabia.
September 20, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. embassy in Riyadh. ~~~ Mid-March 2001 - Arrives in U.S. ~~~ August 25, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 77.
United Flight 93. Target : Unknown. Hit : 10:03 a.m. near Shanksville, Penn.
Pilot
Ziah Jarrah from Lebanon.
May 25, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. embassy in Berlin. ~~~ June 27, 2000 - Arrives in Venice, Florida. ~~~ June 28 - December 2000 - Full time lessons at Florida Flight Training Center. ~~~ August 30, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 93.
'Muscle Men'
Ahmed Alhaznawi from Saudi Arabia.
November 12, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ June 8, 20001 - Arrives in Miami, Florida. ~~~ August 29, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 93.
Ahmed Alnami .
October 28, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. embassy in Riyadh. ~~~ May 28, 2001 - Arrives in Miami, Florida. ~~~ August 27, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 93.
Saeed Alghamdi
September 4, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ June 27, 2001 - Arrives in Orlando, Florida. ~~~ August 27, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 93.
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Later, I'm going to be doing a post on 9-11, and I thought I'd research the nineteen highjackers who crashed the planes.
American Airlines Flight 11. Target: North Tower of World Trade Center. Hit: about 8:45 a.m.
Pilot
Mohamed Atta from Egypt.
December 1999 - Was seen taking flying lessons in the Philippines. (One of a great many flying lessons in different areas. To conserve space I have listed only one.) ~~~ May 18, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. embassy in Berlin. ~~~ August 28, 2001 - Books ticket for American Airlines Flight 11.
'Muscle Men'
Waleed Alshehri from Saudi Arabia
October 24, 2000 - Applies visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ April 23, 2001 - Arrives in Orlando, Florida. ~~~ August 26, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 11.
Wail Alshehri from Saudi Arabia
October 24, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ June 8, 2001 - Arrives in Miami, Florida. ~~~ August 26, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 11.
Stam al Suqami
November 21, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S embassy in Riyadh. ~~~ April 23, 2001 - Arrives in Orlando, Florida. ~~~ August 28, 2001 - Buys ticket for American Airlines Flight 11.
United Flight 175. Target : South Tower of World Trade Center. Hit : 9:03 a.m.
Pilot
Marwan Alshehhi from United Arab Emirates
October 1999 - Flying lessons in Bonn, Germany (more lessons later in other places). ~~~ January 18, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. embassy in Dubai. ~~~ May 29, 2000 - Arrives in U.S. ~~~ August 28, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 175.
'Muscle Men'
Fayez Ahmed Banihammad from United Arab Emirates.
June 6, 2001 - Applied for visa at U.S. embassy in Abu Dhabi, UAE. ~~~ June 27, 2001 - Arrives in Orlando, Florida. ~~~ August 27, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 175.
Ahmed Alghamdi from United Arab Emirates.
September 3, 2000 - Applies for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ Mid-March 2001 - Arrives in U.S. ~~~ August 29, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 175.
Abdulaziz Alomari from Saudi Arabia.
May 18, 2001 - Applied for visa at U.S. consulate in Jeddah. ~~~ June 29, 2001 - Allegedly arrives in New York. ~~~ August 28, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 175.
Hamza Alghamdi from Saudi Arabia.
October 17, 2000 - Applied for visa at U.S. embassy in Riyadh. ~~~ May 28, 2001 - Allegedly arrives in Miami, Florida. ~~~ August 29, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 175.
Mohand Alshehri from Saudi Arabia.
November 23, 2000 - Applied for visa at U.S. embassy in Riyadh. ~~~ May 28, 20001 - Allegedly arrives in Miami, Florida. ~~~ August 27, 2001 - Buys ticket for United Flight 175.
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This is the first part of a series of posts that I've wanted to do for some time on why we should be fighting the War On Terror, and why retreating from the Middle East is not an option. This post will give a slight glimpse of some terrorist training.
In the late 1970s Sheikh Abd al-Qudir as-Sufi ad-Darqawi, a leading Islamic thinker in the United Kingdom said:
We are at war. And our battle has only just begun. Our first victory will be one tract of land somewhere in the world that is under the complete rule of Islam. ... Islam is moving across the earth... Nothing can stop it from speading in Europe and America. (Abd al-Quadir as-Sufi ad Darqawi, Jihad - A Ground Plan, London, Diwan Press, 1978)
But to spread Islam, they knew they must first bring the West to its knees, especially freedom-loving America. "We boast and are proud of ourselves when we are the head of the Muslim spear in the chest of U.S. authority." (Yaghi Subhi Mundhir, Al-Nahar al-'Arabi wa al-Duwali. 9-15 Feb. 1987.) They needed terrorists to carry out deadly strikes in the west.
In 1985 Hojat-ol-Islam Fazl-Allah Mahalati had 15-18 operational terrorist training centers and schools in Iran where recruits got commando training and intense indoctrination. The Manzarieh Park camp in Tehran was the largest and most diverse school, having 900-1,000 'students' enrolled at any time. The camp includes training facilities for the terrorist suicide unit. Trainees in this unit are given 'extensive Islamic indoctrination extolling the merits of death and martyrdom in the name of Khomeini's pan-Islamic revolution. They are exposed to long lectures and Qoranic readings on cassettes. The trainees must be psycologically conditioned before they are exposed to actual terrorist training.' (Yossef Bodansky, Target America 1993, p. 12).
Brainwashing is an important part of terrorist training. Consider this experiment conducted in the early 1980s at the Marvdasht camp near Persepolis. I quote again from Target America, p. 13.
'Training techniques were developed in the early 1980s on prisoners condemned to death. According to Col. Vasseghi, the development phase concluded with a test in which one prisoner, who was brainwashed over the course of a month, drove a truck loaded with explosives through a complex course and crashed it head on into a brick wall. In a subsequent experiment, two prisoners drove their truck bombs straight into each other despite an explicit briefing to avoid a colision. "They now had proof," Vesseghi recounted, "that a well trained kamikaze could no longer be stopped in his mission, even by his own teachers." '
This next part shocked me. I continue to quote from Target America, p. 13.
'The volunteer trainees were present during these tests and demonstrations. "Far from being horrified by what they saw, my students in terrorism were fascinated, thrilled by this new form of human sacrifice. They also wanted one day to give their lives for the Imam," concluded Col. Vesseghi.'
So now you know a bit about how they train (brainwash) terrorists. My next post will give a brief history of the men who highjacked the planes that flew into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon and the field in Pennsylvania.
GAP. The word 'gap'. We use it for many things: 'Cumberland Gap', 'The Gap of Rohan', the clothing store 'GAP'. In my closet I have a blue t-shirt that says 'G.A.P. God Answers Prayer'.
God answers prayer? There's alot of people who wouldn't agree with that statement. All of you can probably make a list of things that you prayed for, and didn't get. And yet, we've been told that if we pray, God will answer us. Have we been believing a lie?
Well, it turns out that God is like Mom and Dad. You've probably prayed to your parents at one point or another. "What?" you say. "I thought you only prayed to God, not God and Mom and Dad." You've prayed to your parents. You've prayed to you brother or sister and friends too. Let me explain. There are around ten different Greek words that have been translated pray or prayer (using the KJV). One of them is 'erotao'. It means 'to ask'. If you've read 'Robin Hood' or Shakespear and the sort, you've probably run into some lines like, "I pray thee, good sir" or something like that. If all of us were still talking that way we might hear things like, "I pray thee, Dad, wilt thou allowest me to attend a movie this night?" or "Pray, good brother, wilst thou lend me thy CD player?"
The thing about asking, sometimes people say 'no'. God says 'no' sometimes. Like if you ask your parents questions like, "Mom, can I have ice cream for breakfast?" or "Dad, can I watch the next episode of 'Blood, Guts and Gore?" you'll probably get a "No." And it's for your own good. There's a bigger picture that they can see. Like you throwing up the ice cream while watching 'Blood, Guts, and Gore', then having nightmares and getting the flu from lack of sleep.
God sees the really big picture. He may deny you somthing you ask for that you really want. But eventually, you'll probably find that he has a good reason. Sometimes you're denied one thing so you can get a better thing later. Sometimes it's just to teach you character. Sometimes something you ask for is denied because it's bad for you. Whatever you pray about, you'll get an answer from God. It just might be 'No'.
So, there's my post for today. I have plans to do a series on reasons why we should be in the Middle East, but it's going to take some extensive research. In the meantime, what would you like to see me post about? Throw some ideas at me, and I'll see what I can come up with.
Well, if you read my other blog, AuthorElf, you probably know that I left for camp on the fifteenth of this month. I'm back now. Actually, I was back the twenty-first, but I neglected to post about it.
Let me explain a few terms so that you know what I'm talking about.
Court. Court is really fun. It's not really serious, so the councilers give you tickets for things like having the same flipflops as them or looking alot like them or trying to climb telephone poles ect.
Jewel Hunt. The jewel hunt is very challenging. You run around with your team in the dark, trying to solve various riddles. A bag of M&Ms are the jewels.
Underground Church. Underground church is a somewhat frightening, but rather faith building experiance. It is played at night and the councilers are agents, who are looking for Christians. You become a Christian by copying a verse down on a card. If you have one of these cards and are found by an agent, you are hauled off the the torture chamber.
I was placed in G2. The first night, I couldn't get to sleep. At all. Around 4:30 a.m., a spider crawled onto my bed, an incident which thorougly woke me. One of the councilers, Scott, was given a pink shoelaces by two of the girls. This began the 'Pink Shoelace Saga', which lasted all week in Court, during which time we attempted to find out if acsesories affect ones coolness level.
The first full day at camp was very interesting. The theme for camp was 'Children of the Promise'. In the classes we talked about what makes you a decendant of Abraham and what promises are. Not a whole lot went on that particular day. That night was the Scavenger Hunt. We were divided into four diferent teams. The judges looked for things like, 'the girl with the longest hair', 'camper with the dirtiest feet', and 'camper with the fanciest jeans'. I competed in 'camper with the fanciest jeans', but didn't win.
I don't have alot on Tuesday, the second full day at camp, but that night was Underground Church. My friend Michal got captured. He had been in my group. I was watching the agents throw him on the ground and question him and I got scared. I was really close to running after him screaming, "Michal! Michal!" which would have looked really dumb, but not quite as weird as the guy last year who attempted to save a girl from the agents by claiming that she was his wife. There was alot of standing up for the faith going on and lots of people preaching as they were tortuered. I got taken in. After I refused several times to give up the truth, they pushed me up against a truck with a bunch of other Christains. The dungeon master offered to let us all go, if one of us would give up the truth. We refused. The dungeon master told us to face the truck. Just then, another agent came up. 'I've got another one,' he said. The boy he was hauling along with him was calmly preaching. The agent slamed him up against the truck with the rest of us. The boy's face was towards me. He said, 'Hey there,' like nothing was going on, then turned back to his captor and continued preaching as the dungeon master tortured us. Do I have you worried with the torture thing? All the torture really is is being sprayed with water, having a bucket of water dumped on you, being forced to sit in a huge bucket of water, or having an egg crackecd on your head. I could go on for hours about Underground Church.
The evening of the third full day at camp was the Jewel Hunt. We were time travelers, but something had gone wrong with the system and we were caught between times. There are insane people there. An inventor, a doctor, a princess, a prisoner, and Cleopatra. And the Sibans, faceless creatures that cannot see you, but can hear you and smell you and will chase you if you make too much noise. We had to get certain numbers to crack the code that would let us through the security system and get us all out.
My team went to the inventor first. We asked to see his hands (a reading from a clock that we needed to break the code). He said he would show us his hands, in exchange for batteries that the prisoner had stolen from him. We went on up the road to the doctor, who was complaining that his jar of eyeballs was out. We asked to see his hands, and he said that we would show us his hands, in exchange for a vial, stolen by the princess. So we went to see the princess and asked for the vial. She said she would give us the vial, in exchange for a jewel that Cleopatra had stolen from her. To ensure that we came back, the princess demanded that one of us stay with her. I ended up being the hostage. My group returned with the jewel and got the vial, the princess's hands, and me. Then we went to see the doctor. He was happy to have the vial, and gave us his hands and a key for the prisoner. We went to the prisoner. We gave her the key, and she gave us the batteries and her hands. Then she drove us off screaming, 'Tell them all I'm innocent!' As we traveled down to the inventor, our last stop, we came upon a Siban. It came out at us, hissing and we froze. It started to back away, and we started booking down the hill. It lunged at us. I was the last in the group and its fingers closed inches behind my leg. I fled down the hill running into people. The Siban chased me for a bit, then gave up. We gave the inventor his batteries and he showed us his hands. Then he asked, "Will you play with me?"
"What is the game?" we asked.
The inventor circled our team captain. "I love my wrench...I love my screwdriver..."
"What does the game involve?'
The inventor grinned wickedly. "Blood. Lots of blood. Want to play?"
We fled up the hill. The inventor screamed, "Come and play with me!!" after us, and we ran faster.
Our team was came in second, thus earning the right to compete in the final challenge. The third place team won however.
The fourth full day at camp had the flour war, in which I narrowly escaped 'death' once, but was killed rushing for the blue teams' flag. I wasn't really all that involved. There was the staff talent show, in which the director, Bret Carter, sang 'I'll Carry Your Purse'. There was alot more, but I don't remember it all. That night there was a knock on our cabin door. We opened it. It was the boys from B2 and they sang 'A Whole New World' to us. When they were done, they yelled, 'Scatter!' and ran off into the darkness.
The fifth full day at camp my dad unexpectedly arived. He was unable to stay for the camper talent show. I sang, 'Going Home', from 'Gods and Generals'. That night at campfire they gave the campers some time to talk to eachother. It was one at a time. You gave your name, and then you said something to someone you knew. One of the guys from B2 said at the end of all the people he had said something to, "and to you girls from G2, I really can show you the world." Everyone laughed. Okay! I admit it! I was flattered! Later that night we (G2, that is) trooped over to B2 and sang 'Be A Man'. Then we yelled, 'Scatter!' and turned to run, then froze, turned back, and gave all the guys hugs, which, I believe, made them very happy.
The next day, Saturday, I left. That was the end of camp for this year. I didn't tell the half of it.
Recently BookFreak , AnonymousGirl,Dragontougue, three friends and I attended the Rebelution Conference in Denver. The Conference's next stops are Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas on July 21 and Indianapolis, Indiana on September 15. If you are a teen or have teens and can get there, hang the price of gas, load up the kids, and go! You will have an incredible and encouraging experience. More informantion can be found at www.TheRebelution.com .
So, now to tell you about my own experience. We left Friday at 12:30 PM. There were seven teen girls, my Aunt and one of her friends, and a baby, our family's youngest Rebelutionary, KC. We spent the trip out listening to tapes and taking pictures of each other.
We got to the home of our host family around 7:00 PM. The kids welcomed us, showed us around, and gave us rides in the pony cart. Then all fifteen of us got on the trampoline and jumped around. One game was for one person to sit in the middle and everyone else to stand around the edge, then everyone around the edge would jump in and land near the sitting person at the same time. The sitting person would go flying up into the air. It was fun. There was another game where someone would run around on the tramp with their eyes closed and try and catch everyone else. You had six 'lives', meaning the the person who was 'it' could touch you six times before you became 'it'.
After playing for a while we went in and ate lasanga, french bread, green beans and salad. Then we all went down to the basement to play. Anony and one of the boys whose name was Ben (I think, there were nine of them to keep straight) played chess. Dragon...I'm not sure what Dragon was doing actually. Most likely raiding the bookshelves. Book and a couple friends played risk with three or four other kids. I watched the chess game. There was one very very very very hyper four-year-old girl there. She was very cute, but had these two catterpillers that she would put on your back or in your hair. As the hour grew later, the craziness incresed. The four-year-old girl, her name was Serenity, and one of her brothers would pick out a target person, tackle them, pin them to the floor and hold them there while another one of the boys would tickle said unfortunate victim. I became a popular target because I put up with the whole thing. Dragon appeared, finally, had a wresleing match with the fourteen-year-old girl, Brittney, and did some impresive juggling with Ben. Bedtime was havoc, but we were all beded down by midnight and asleep by one or two in the morning.
We were all aroused at 5:45 AM the next morning. The goal was to leave for the conference at 7:00 AM. We were out of the house at 7:05 AM. We got the the church where the conference was being held around 8:30 AM. We went inside, signed up, got name tags and audience response keypads, bounced around the lobby, got Rebelution T-shirts that had the Rebelution battle cry 'Do Hard Things' on them, went to the restroom and changed into the T-shirts, and went into the auditorium to hear the speakers.
Eighteen-year-old Alex Harris was the first speaker. His subject was 'The Myth of Adolescence'. He basicly talked about how being a teen doesn't give you licence to goof off. Your teen years are your launch pad into adulthood and you should do something with them. He gave three examples of teens of the past who did great things during teenagehood:
1. George Washington, who had mastered Geometry, Trig and Calculus by the time he was sixteen. At seventeen he became a surveyor, and at twenty he was a major in the militia.
2. David Farragut, who at twelve was given command of a British ship that had been captured by the Americans during the War of 1812. His job was to take the ship and it's captured crew back to America. The British captain was not happy about being ordered around by a twelve-year-old boy and said he was going to get his pistols. David ordered that if the British captain appeared on deck with his firearms, he would be shot and thrown overboard. The captain stayed below.
3. Andrew Carnegie, who became a telegraph delivery boy at 14, and before he was out of his teens was the personal telegraph operator for the 'big guy' of the telegraph company.
There was a break after that talk. We visited the water fountain ect. until the next talk. Book, Anony and two friends grabbed Alex and got their picture taken with him, then returned and waved the picture under my nose while I turned green with envy.
The second talk was done by Alex's twin brother, Brett. His subject was 'Do Hard Things'. He talked about how his first shower nearly killed him because he was so scared. He explained that everyone has a 'first shower' in everything. He said that we should challenge ourselves to do more that our society expects of us. He gave us this list.
Doing hard things will look like...
1. Fighting sin in your life. Alot of time the right thing isn't easy. Doing hard things is often doing the right things.
2. Battleing discouragement and complacency. Alot of times the good things are the ones that are hardest to get. Don't get discouraged if you don't accomplish something the first time. Keep trying. Always push your limits. Don't stop just because you breezed to the top of your class. Push yourself further, as far as you can go.
3. Doing more than is required. When you do more, you get stronger. The Vikings didn't just go into battle, they rowed themselves there, and because of that were very strong.
4. Getting over your fear of failure. Don't give up on something just because you think you'll fail. Do your best on it. Someone else may breeze through a hundred push-ups while you gasp on the floor, but you got more of a workout than they did.
Hard things are...
5. Different for each person. A boy's 'hard things' are different than a girl's 'hard things'.
6. Small things. Sometimes hard things don't make the local paper. They may just be a small accomplishment that only you and your family and friends know about. That doesn't make it something unimportant because you grew from it, and that's the important thing.
7. Your best. You may not do as well at something as someone else, but then, your best may be different from theirs.
Then there was another break. We ate pizza, salad and lemonade, then Anony and I grabbed KC and showed her off to Alex and asked who was speaking next and told him that he and his brother were brilliant.
After the break, Mr. Harris got up to talk. His subject was 'Character Counts'. He talked about how we should be good inside and out, not just outside. In fact, his talk was so facinating that I have very few notes on it and therefore can't tell you alot about it besides that it was brillient and encouraging.
Then there was another break. Book, Anony, and three friends engaged Alex in conversation while I went over to Brett and asked him If he and his brother wouldnt' mind getting their picture taken with me and several friends. He agreed and so we all traipsed out to the lobby and got our picture taken with them. It was cool.
The last talk was done by Alex, Brett and their dad. It was on Companionship.
Alex did part one of the companionship talk and stressed the necessity of being around likeminded people who can encourage you, wise people who can advise you and listing to good music, reading good books and watching good movies so that you will not be led astray by your companions.
Mr. Harris did part two of the companionship talk. His talk was directed more toward the parents. He encouraged them to spend time with their kids and coach them because the parental influence is strong.
Brett did the last part of the companionship talk. He encourage us to find heros and make friends with dead people and make them our heros. We need examples and sometimes the people who can give those good examples are dead, so we need to make friends with them by reading biograpys about them and things that they wrote. He told us that we are not half as alone as we think we are. He encouraged us to step out, do something hard, and find the secret Rebelutionarys. He encouraged us to seek out and learn from the Godly people in our lives.
There are alot more to these talks than I have put down. You can find suplementary articals at The Rebelution website or just go to the conference nearest you and hear them in person.
During the trip back home we all got involved in some deep conversations. After that we went to sleep, getting back home around midnight. There are tons of pictures, some of which I will eventually post.
Hi, fellow bloggers! I'm not new to the blogging world, some of you know me as AuthorElf. I'm starting this blog for more politically minded posts. I'll get in an entry as soon as I finish writing it.
~Eowyn
