Thoughts From Just Another Passer By

Osaka Castle is full of cherry blossom is the title of the post card my brother brought me back from Japan. I wasn't expecting any thing to be honest. But then how often do we expect less and get more, and expect more and get less. My School production that I went to see yesterday was an example of the former. I went not expecting all that much and came out with a new found passion for all things rhyming and seussical like. Then there have also been times when you have gone to an event so hyped up that your expectations dwarf the event. Isn't it the same for people we always expect something, sometimes we underestimate them and judge them and then to often we idolise them into something they are not. Thats the problem with expectations we so often can't see past them so we adhere to them. We expcet things of ourselves which maybe we can do better than. Maybe we need to realise just that. Expectations are probabilties not possibilities, therefore for entirly worthless really...

The forum, a magical place of books, music, museaum, media, tourism, broadcasting, resources, coffee and pizza. http://www.theforumnorwich.co.uk/ if you feel like having a visual. The place where I am typing from this very minute listening to the variety or low mumers coming from around this impressive building of glass and metal. I'm excited as I'm waiting for everyone else to come out of sixth form so we can go to tea before heading to Seussical the musical, the Notre Dame High School production. But todays thoughts have nothing really to do with this, i just like to ramble. todays thoughts on the third day of lent have turned around various doors and ended up an mixture of things discussed today at Acts 29. We watched the first Nooma video( http://www.nooma.com/ ) called rain it was really interesting to watch and on part of the discussion afterwards with Ellie we where talking about junk in our lives, not the crisp packet but the stuff that kinda blocks our view from God...

Whilst relaxing in the most enjoyable manor of my half day, before I started my work, I was flicking through channels and landed on E4, as I usually do, and I ended up listening to the theme tune of One Tree Hill. Here are the lyrics if you dont know them : I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do Or who I'm supposed to be I don't want to be anything other than me I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by a deadly crisis everywhere I turn Am I the only one to notice? I can'...

miracles (n.) any amazing or wonderful occurrence miracles (n.) a marvellous event manifesting a supernatural act of God I have just finished studying miracles in my philosophy lessons and there are many theories put forward by many great philosophers upon miracles, wether they be signpost events to God or acts the go against the laws of nature they certainly are something to behold. Which today has lead me to understand that I have witnessed a miracle, it sounds odd but what is a miracle: burnt ash laughter a brother teaching another brother tears quiet noise family friends the building you never noticed before small bulbs planted by well meaning brownies a piggy back I don'tn know what you class as a miracle but I feel privileged everyday as I believe that this life is a miracle. Everything on this earth, in this life has something miraculous Maybe we just all need to look a little harder to find it!

Mondays, or even first days back after holidays are great as you get to give lots of hugs. tomorrow is also shrove tuesday a time to find out the medical kit for me for the most likely burns recieved from making pancakes, life is good aye! So thoughts at the moment are precious and time lacking in copious (?) amounts so till tomorrow xxx

Thought's from the last week as compiled by Bx and Ruth: HSM3 is fab Ruth in general makes funny noises make sure you have heating at the front of the church when leadin worship when its cold Rhino is beawesome We got married... ...again mundesly is breeding crocodiles ruth cant drive or find fog lights the sea is cold especially in Feb bx trips over really easily particularly if concrete is involved sea storm breakers are comfortable for first aid having a working hand brake helps to calm the nerves of passersbys dont keep david tennant poster from your friends lava lamps are pretty damn funky Bacardi breezer need i say more MEN... again need I say more DSA can be odd How can you loose a car? matress moving is funny so is stuffing ruth cant spell phil.... yeah well neither can i neighbours are people outside a list some songs get the never agian look brie is tasty water although good isnt good in buildings esp. walls cromer sells fridge raiders bx wore a dress(!!!) ruth got a tast...

Old friends certainly warm the heart. Happy notices to all those who need congratulations before I go on. Well a full day at work but a party this evening and a party last night, you make think this is the life but i just want a nice man to crawl up on the sofa beside and watch a movie, fall a sleep and not have to worry. I do love my friends though. amazing friends

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing. Some might think it's a constant state for me. Even stranger for me is I'm trying to work out me and a dress. A dress. The cobwebs also now are duly dusted and if the 3 mile cycle wasnt enough a bracing game of crazy golf with awesome Ruth was fun followed by a walk on the beach and a dip in the sea was just what I needed, I also nearly got ran over by a friend. am on physio again the excersises are painful but I will bear them to get better. And you where supportive And you where there You where never angry Just a few miles away maybe And I know your never mine But the poems where just on lines And although its only through a mirror we say this But its only by the time

It's time to do something, something that will dust away the cobwebs time for a cycle so early on this morning, as for you reading have a poem... my feet keep walking its not a straight path this messaging is uncertain esp. if you don’t have a past eagle and hawks fly high thinking the world quite funny esp. if they can’t see what we are doing hunny

The strange path of one walking in the spirit. 1) EYES - Known = He not only sees you He knows you. 2) CANDLE FLAME -Lord I want this night to end Lord let your day begin. 3) STARS - You are one in a million. You are special and truly amazing. You are created in Gods image. The word BEAUTIFUL was created to describe God; you are made in his likeness. Praise God for you. Amen 4)SKY - Night = Gods over thrown it. Yay. 5) WATER -Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6: 35 Come to the living fountain and Drink 6)FOOD - Full on the Spirit. Full on the Bread of life. You are what you eat. Jesus said, “I am the bread of life” John 6:35 7)FIELDS -We are the Lords crop, in him we will grow and others around us will grow as well. 8)LEAVES - Death = Ugly or beautiful? Heaven? There are several mansions there. You will go home to your father. 9)MUSIC -Sing praise, sing praise, sing praise, s...

I was going to write this evening on my Christian Union and walking in the spirit. However I have spent a nice evening chatting to my great friend Martin... who owes me chocolate... I even offered to be his Valentine but.... So tomorrow walking in the spirit, no distractions

I have a friend who hasn't been at college for a while due to the fact that she kept fainting, she has kept smling though and has chosen my poems for the last two days has chosen my poems. So for today this is for Sharna. Keep believing, everyone keep believing. Believe your heart and follow your soul discard your head and enjoy this bore we don’t live long we always move on so make that merry merry song join the dance make up the steps and play the game the game to life make your rules and the path you choose you just can’t lose don’t expect the steps not to fall away and your feet not to pay just don’t be afraid leave the large door open and don’t close the windows either retrieve the music discard the silence feel the warmth yet know the shadows walk away and you you will never see the light of day argue for what you see have faith in yourself be who you are not the person they want to see you just have to believe

Sometime we stare at something for so long we don't even see what is there. My brother is slowly catching me up with the adventure side and is heading of to Japan. Watching him pack, makes me think am I actually going to miss this so and so I call my brother. I will let you know once he has gone. however him getting ready early reminds me of all the trips I've been on and the people I have met. Each photo that I've looked at whilst off with tonsilitus reminds me of different stories and other friends never caught on photos, the emotions caught up in the still image. They remind me of a past that sometimes I want to live in, yet live in the present is the only way. Thinking towards the future, makes me wonder who will still be there and who will just be a passing nod. i never forget or at least I hope I dont, I just find it hard to keep in contact. So for today, I live for today, tomorrow will come it always does and my past is what keeps me going. All the photos... They mea...

Life just goes by so quickly. It doesnt stop. One moment out and its all moved on and disappeard and now im running just to catch up again. *** The thief Silently cries in the afternoon Lost is the reasoning He will be gone soon The man on the far side Guffaws and laughs At the man in the middle Surround by half The man in the middle Himself on the hill Prophesized by many To come to fate this ill The guards on the ground Doing the their job Look past at the king Keeping away the mob Mockers a many Crowd on this mound Shouting and laughing As the surround They followers there Standing humble Cry and weep As their ground begins to crumble The thief turns And says to the middle man I believe your title Let me tonight sleep in your land The middle man turns Tonight my brother You will be in paradise Never again will you suffer And till this very last His kindness shone Towards all men Before he was gone His last words where not many Enough to make a gown man cry Father please forgive them...

Just got passed the sunset And in the dark I realised that I'm scared I'm terrified Dreams unreal but seen And nightsmares not a dream and so real Maybe one night I will sleep In the arms of my dream.

I woke up today and the sun was shining through the window, no snow, although the forecast doesnt think it will stay that way. Well any way mother asked me to phone up the radio about , our German exchange partners. You see in a mojor coincidence my mother exchange partners daughter became my exchange partner 30 years later, which was a turn up for the book, and Radio Norfolk where talking about exchanges. Also eing Sunday I headed off to church which was certainly intresting, Cedric was talking about healing, his service are always different if not to modern for some of our congregation, but the lovely dears in the congregation are always so loving even if they do want to know everything, all the details and call you by the wrong name. Of course there is no rest for the wicked and as next week is the first time my friend and myself lead worship at church we had a meeting with our minister. It was nice if not very tiring to look at it certainly cleared a few things up before next week ...

The sun is shining this morning, the snow has gone for now and I feel happy. This week has been a bit up and down and that's just the weather. Can't believe the amount of shocking incidents. Finding that a very close church member was in hospital, followed by a close friend from sixth form also ending up in hospital, I'm sure would be enough to send any person in to possible moments of hysteria, then add in a Uni interview in London and the unfair exclusion of a friend from school on Wednesday. It rains when it can snow aye. There has been some positives, I have now got three offers for Universities and I do quite like watching snow, it makes me feel peaceful, an unusual event in my life, for which I will thank God. During the week I was reminded of a poem I wrote quite a few years ago, it seems some what appropriate... Dear Lord Thank you, (add spontaneous applause) For the calm water (or frozen snow), For the freshness (or the cold), For the sun (or the clouds), For time ...

This is a poem I wrote based on a song by casting crowns, unfortunatly I feel its very true in some cases. Are we happy here do we know what’s really happening for every heart that is broken I know the invitation but can we really see that I'm not a lie they see me all so strong but what if I were to say that’s how I see them never ready to open or raise a hand to say To you I am fake this charade I’m living is so that you you don’t face up to your failing your fall how can all them broken hearts join a family of strong happy plastic people tucking their own broken hearts behind that colourful facade so under that shiny steeple we all could look the same but Jesus closes the curtain he opens us up and strips the fake away would standing below the cross set me free then would you walk away or would love of Jesus be enough be enough to make you stay Am I the only one who sees the walls the curtains, the glass, the locks keeping me from you and you from me Jesus came to take that away...