“What can harm …
February 26, 2013, 3:44 am
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“What can harm him who knows that God does all things and who loves, beforehand, everything that God does?”


Man, these lyrics hit home.
February 4, 2013, 10:41 am
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Oh great mammon of form and function

Careless consumerist consumption

Dangerous dysfunction

Described as expensive taste

I’m a people disgraced

By what I claim I need

And what I want to waste

I take no account for nothing

If it’s not mine

It’s a misappropriation of funds

Protect my ninety percent with my guns

Whose side am I on?

Well who’s winning?

My kingdom’s built with the blood of slaves

Orphans, widows, and homeless graves

I sold their souls just to build my private mansion

Some people say that my time is coming

Kingdom come is the justice running

Down, down, down on me

I’m a poor child, I’m a lost son

I refuse to give my love to anyone,

Fight for the truth,

Or help the weaker ones

Because I love my Babylon

I am a slave, I was never free

I betrayed you for blood money

Oh I bought the world, all is vanity

Oh my Lord I’m your enemy

Come to me, and find your life

Children sing, Zion’s in sight

I said don’t trade your name for a serial number

Priceless lives were born from under graves

Where I found you

Say, my name ain’t yours and yours is not mine

Mine is the Lord, and yours is my child

That’s how it’s always been

Time to make a change

Leave your home

Give to the poor all that you own

Lose your life, so that you could find it

First will be last when the true world comes

Livin’ like a humble fool to overcome

The upside-down wisdom

Of a dying world

Zion’s not built with hands

And in this place God will dwell with man

Sick be healed and cripples stand

Sing Allelu

My kingdom’s built with the blood of my son

Selfless sacrifice for everyone

Faith, hope, love, and harmony

I said let this world know me by your love

By your love

Oh my child, daughters and sons

I made you in love to overcome

Free as a bird, my flowers in the sun

On your way to Mount Zion

All you slaves, be set free

Come on out child and come on home to me

We will dance, we will rejoice

If you can hear me then follow my voice

” If only I had friends like my mom…never thought I’d say that! “
February 4, 2013, 5:52 am
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fam I don’t think anyone can grasp the great value of supportive and loving parents, that are in love.  I so appreciate my relationship with my mom and dad. Reflecting on their support I’ve realized all the more how solid a foundation of love and truth they’ve set for me from birth.

My mom is incapable of discourage my dreams. She jumps on board and expands the world of possibilities whenever I get a grand Idea. When I get discouraged or anxious she fuels those dreams all the more and reminds me to take risks and live big, even when, looking back, the decision may have been silly. Either way, she stands by me. One night, when Owen lived with our family, Owen and I got this absurd idea to buy an RV we found on craigslist and  drive it to Alaska. Rather than shooting down the foolish idea, she conspired with me, helping plan the trip. I bought the RV that night.  This wasn’t just any RV. It was a 1982 Toyota Mini Cruiser(tiny rust bucket). We dubbed it “The Joyota” and several weeks later Owen decided to get married instead of doing the trip. I was stuck with the “Joyota” and my mom felt awful but reminded me that it would all work out. After my car broke down and my main vehicle was an RV for a month I sold it and got my money back. I don’t know if she feels good about supporting my foolish adventures but, she should know, that is the best support you can give this guy. Her example of faith and intrigue at good teaching has been an example that will stay with me forever. If only I had friends like my mom…never thought I’d say that!

My dad is a rock.  He is so head over heals in love with the truth and the God of truth. One unfailing constant in my life is that I can count on my dad being up at the most ridiculous hour of the morning spending hours reading, praying and “meditating” on the truth.  When asked for advice he has two token pieces of advice: Pray more, and “you should get a sports drink, it’ll make you feel better” He then continues on to explain exactly where they can be found at the grocery.  My dad is a man of God and an amazing athlete. He plans to be an author and I cant wait to read his books, although I’m sure most of it will be commentary on the Book of Revelation and therefore way over my head.

My parents are defined by their relationship with God.  Their support is a stiff dose of the truth mixed with two of the greatest personalities ever matched by God. Their story of falling in love is even pretty sweet, but you can ask them about that. I think I would define our family by saying this: we Wittmer’s are free. We have been set free, really. That freedom has allowed my parents to convey to me the principle that this life is precious, nothing to suppress.   My greatest prayer for my parents is that I, along with my siblings, could inspire and lift them up to the degree that they have our whole lives. I hope that their love and dedication to the truth would be reflected in me and I could inspire others like they have inspired me. Thank you, Mom and Dad!

A time to reflect.
February 3, 2013, 1:52 am
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ImageI think it would do us good to reflect on the past now and again.  Today was a quiet day, I slept in because it was rainy, and I stayed up way too late with good company last night.  I spent some time trying to learn something about playing the mandolin; I did some drawing and cooking and then just sat down to reflect on where all the twist and turns of my story have brought me.  A feeling of satisfaction overwhelms the tension of pending decisions when I reflect on the precious days I’ve been given.  Every now and again I lose myself in memories of piercing sunsets or meaningful conversations, of right decisions made or the joy of learning something new. It doesn’t take long to settle into the understanding that my life has been showered by grace.

There are often the moments where I question the next step, wishing I could let someone else make my next move.  The unknown often challenges me to forget the grace and satisfaction that has become the theme of who I am. But another great benefit of that grace is the ability to look back and gain perspective on the grandness of this adventure of life. The decision at hand then comes to life and the endless opportunities to inspire and create and fall more in love with my own story become vivid and spectacular.

I think planning is good.  I also think that there are times to throw the map out the window, to allow the adventure to ensue in a way you can’t really control. Your suppositions are unarmed in a world of adventure, where your expectations collide with something you never could have planned.  Those moments we so intimately acquaint ourselves with the unknown are the fabric of stories we will share with future generations, inspiring them to pursue the adventure and challenge conventional wisdom.

Don’t get me wrong, I think that the lack of planning will surely lead to lost time, but the lack of the spontaneity and risk will take every bit of flavor and joy out of that time.  Lack of risk will make your story lame.

Today, reflecting on all the good times, the current adventure became all the more captivating.  I’m still up here in Alaska, trying to forge a plan. I took the semester off just to get away and gain a little perspective, I suppose, and coming up here without a plan has surely made it interesting.  I’ve had a lot of free time to read and think, to enjoy the good company of strangers and to embrace the beauty of this strange land.  I’ve started messing with a mandolin and spent some time laying out turns on the local mountain. The time to reflect had given me a boost of motivation to live the moment well and take no opportunity for granted, times a wasting!