woke up again, hello to the family

well let's see......
food for thought or perhaps just answers to prayer from the scenario Gods....
Peggy Christmas, my sweet mother, has entered the blogosphere.......
so perhaps that is the answered prayer and the food for thought would be:

1. Garlic
2. Sugar and its origin(Nazism)
3. Breastfeeding and its origin(Eve and the sovereignty of the Almighty)
4. And last but not least- vaccinations and their part in global domination in respects to the Tribulation.

Considering communication is so dreadful right now....well at least on my part.....to the rest of my family, I figured since now over 50% would call themselves "avid bloggers".....I'd start mumbling again and hope that my articulation of thought and desire is a bit less ambiguous than usual.

Virginia
I miss my family
that seems to be the biggest, most impressed feeling most days.....but each day gets a bit better as I continue to remind myself that I am fairly certain God told me to come here. The house is so good and seems to grow everyday in many ways but i'll refrain from saying just how many there are residing on any given night(who knows if the city of Lynchburg utilizes their right to invade privacy via our Patriot Act).
Classes are swell and I've managed to get a good grade or two, though I hope from the bottom that my new job cleaning up people's mess at The Olive Garden does not interfere.

God
Each day I believe God, in his mysteries, is teaching me how to live and believe WITHOUT his consolations ie: emotion in prayer life, visible obvious answered prayer, and just a sense of his presence. I find John of the Cross's explanation of such times especially encouraging- That it is in such times, when we seem spiritually naked and alone, that The Spirit can truly work in our lives.

Good to see you again.

If you have not read the infamous blog of our dear Peggy yet, I encourage you to do so, good luck.

MichaelDavid

(pictures include: the climbing cave in our attic, meeting Ron Paul(so sad that America is not smart enough to elect Ron Paul....uh...so sad), and community breakfast)

Since

Quite some time gone....
Road trip good. Very good.
(I)(have)(wonder)(am happy)(know)(oh yeah)
New major(political science, concentration international affairs, business administration minor)
Hopes to live in the woods with three friends in a house made of used construction materials
When will i ever finish school?
orgrowup?
Lynchburg relocating to Gainesville this weekend- all smiles- happy as a bird.
Sun still shines, weather changing, need rain from sky and eyes
New things beautiful
other things stil beautiful to someone, maybe not me, maybe I never REALLY thought they were, i can make myself think some strange things.
need to want less, i need to need less
Todavia, amistad es la vida, pero amistads reales, como Jesus, todavia, el es mi amigo, y su padre mas que yo puedo entender.
And keep on remembering(not to forget), and forgetting(remembering to forget)
All the things that need to stay, and go away. (why were they ever here?)
Still refuse to lay claims of absolute understanding to the teachings of a perfect Man, the Son of Man.
Still prefer Love, although I don't always show it.
Still prefer that I would.
Still prefer to see you soon.
te amo
MichaeldavidChristmas

and so we'll make the trip

http://www.reelwavs.com/movies/shawshank_redemption/hlfreeman.wav

back and there

So....back in the states.....I keep trying to think what its like, being home I mean...I keep getting nothing....What compares to the bitter-sweet feeling of leaving the arms of a people that never asked questions?, I got there and I just was-FAMILY- Kind of like the kingdom<-from there arms to my family's, who also never asked questions,or expected, we just were, we just are......I try to console myself by saying that I am still just a boy and that I wont always want to whole world.......will I?....
Went to the beach a couple days ago with the Family....There was this hispanic (Maxican for those of us below the Mason-Dixon)....and he was cutting kudzu all day everyday, and on the third day, after working as hard as you would expect for three days solid, he found this old beat-up kite, tied it to a big clump of grass and bathed in the glorious site of his real work flying high as a kite(play on that as long as you like)
He looked up at me on my balcony, almost wanting my approval, if i thought too that in the midst of it all we have to fly kites, lots and lots of kites.....I told him "bien hecho"(good work), and he smiled the most genuine smile to date, and kept it for quite some time.....
Then I took a drive and said goodbye to some things....mostly memories that I guess I thought I could re-live, thinking they may just come around again....And the problem is that even if I could have everything as it was, same room, same folks, same mountains, same love.....I wouldn't take it, everything is so different, everyone is so different, and although the beauty of it all remains......it just doesn't seem enough....
Sometimes it just seems to be me and The Trapeze Swinger turning the last 21 years into folklore that Twain himself wouldn't swallow...
And so it seems that in this moment of acceptance, something begins that will try its best to keep up with the 30 foot giants I mountain biked with, the boys that knew over 200 instruments(some yet to be actually invented), the mountains that knew my name, and even said it every once in a while, my friend with a beard so long he swept the floor with it, the time it snowed 30 feet and school wasn't even canceled, my dog that let me ride him to school(and back).

And I just don't know if that something will pull it off. In fact I am quite sure it wont.

But i'll take it with dirty feet and a smile.

See you soon.

Mike Christmas

seguro, well i am not sure

pictures include, sofia´s birthday, the downfall of my hair and beard, last day of class, and our last outing with our teachers

not sure what to say really- Maybe- if i had the choose to come again would I? not sure
and the thing is, is that if you are actually reading this, we have probably already had this conversation.....

From Flores to San Juan Del Sur I have seen life- the people and the invisible struggle of the indigenous- but to quote Teejay,¨their´s is not a struggle ignored, nor endured.¨ Quite a shame that this struggle has not affect on America, then perhaps we might see a bit on CNN from time to time. From Chiapas where Subcommandante Marcos continues the zapatista revolution of words and truth, to the traces of illegal arms deals from ours truly, remnants of those arms in the hands of the Contras against Sandistas in Nicaragua, to taxi drivers and their stories of abduction........Guns, words, and corruption.....all in the name of for or against communism and power...United Fruit Company what? But yet there is no doubt, you can see Jesus, the spirit of the Godman who endured, you can see his eyes in the people, and i often covet those who have them, wishing that i was able to endure as they do, anything to know more of what i pretend i have figured out........GRACE, and the unconditional love of a man that i just dont understand.

It truly is a beautiful thing right now- in what is going on in Africa cavaliered by the likes of Bono, Invisible Children, and Rich Stearns......But people endure, invisible, everyday. From the jungles of Burma to the farmers in Columba Guatemala- their land taken from them, branded communist for simply sharing food with one another.

It would be so beautiful if any of these words i have wrote in any of these blogs had a solution or even a point some times.....

And so i will leave this place sunday.....bus up through Chiapas and on to Tulum, then home via plan from the yucatan on thursday.....thus ending my bath in people that refuse to face anything, thus bathing myself and anyone else around, in alcohol and misery, refusing to speak of the fact that our problems will become us if we continue to neglect them via buzz......but what have you, maybe i have cultivated a little more patience, though these sharp words might say otherwise.

Dont know if i am ready for SUVs again....dont know if i ever was, dont know if i have ever felt a part of mainstream Gainesville........Gracias a Dios

But what have you, maybe i will pull a Thoreau and become a mountain recluse, then a Donald Miller when i move back in with people after i have realized i am doing nothing......College is back up in the air due in part to mail, and the absense of sending in a deposit, due in part for living in Guatemala when those letters arrived.....who knows, maybe the Burg is calling my name......Blue Ridge where are you?

So perhaps we will talk soon, i have missed you so, dont forget that
Goodbyes here for now, but as Che said,¨the moments of goodbye, always cold, always less than you expected when you find yourself unable to externalize an inner feeling.¨

p.s. palabras y sentamientos, continuare. ojala que tu puedas realizar que mis palabras son de mi corazon. lo prometo. habria vivido aqui por siempre, si tu hubieras venido conmigo.......entonces, siempre recuerda y dime cuando yo olvido, por que es serguro...... TE AMO

For Matthew

So the word is on the street, Terrorists(apparently those that can appear to be Mexican), have tried crossing the border into the States, from Mexico, with that in mind, and with the fact that i will be getting into the states the same way, i figured i´d cross like this(refer to picture above).........The caption which is not there simply says.......
..............................Whaaaaaaat??........

Upon telling Matt this he insisted upon a picture.....so Matt.....this is for you.

ojala que uds. tegan un buen noche, y recuerda......esperanza es una cosa buena, possible el mejor

Miguel

so apparently, Christy took this picture at my darkest(which would be a mixture of fluid out of any place possible for two days)
the bottle i am embracing as if my first born? Why of course! The guatemalan version of pepto bismol....But like ole Baylor always said,"if it wasn't this it would be something else"(if you know that quote i am uber proud)
What am i getting sick of? well if you are asking......defending.....in general...

Christianity
America
living in Guatemala

but since my time is limited, i will just touch on America, especially considering i should probably stop trying to defend Jesus, I dont think he needs my help as much as he wants my life.

America?
Apparently, if you are from Europe, history has been erased....You know the holocaust? gone
The fact that the entire rwandan genocide could be placed on the shoulders of the UN and Belgium? gone
The French occupation of Algeria ending in bloodshed? gone
(to name a few)
What are you talking about miguel?
All I hear is how horrible the ole U.S. of A is.
Now> do i agree with the War?NO.
Our history in central America(United Fruit Company, CIA backed Coup)?NO.
The fact that Pro Choice Everything on Demand is slowly corrupting any sense of responsibilty for our youth?NO.

But thats not my America......mine has hospitality, great food, mountains, and People...beautiful, loving people.

And as far as the powers that be? I would simply say that they are all right(Europe and all those that think i was dying to hear you recite last nights World CNN highlights) . We are no better than you. Just no different. No worse

(that soapbox was pretty sketch, i'm glad to be off it)

But life is so beautiful......I mean that

Me and Christy will be busing it home through Mexico May 26. I must say that as bitter sweet as it will be, im not dredding it.

I read through the easter story in all 4 Gospels and it was Good. Dazzingly Good

Miguel
(cuando yo regresso, tu y yo....si! Tu! vamos a comer comida, mucho mucho comida. por que entre tu y yo, yo estoy um poco enformo de este comida)