Kids Can Remember!!!!
O.2008.3.30.s.5phj.L4.office
I have been riding the bus to this hood. I hang with the youth, there. You cannot expect much from them. It is not like they are the next generation. It is not like the youth are going to be the leaders. It is not like the youth are the leaders of today.
Wrong.
And I have have taught them some of my slogans. They have hand-motions. Repeat after me:
1. Wait but live life!
2. Listen but love life!
3. Love but love love!
4. Fight but live love!
Jo Arnold
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
3/3/08
Dear Revolution Hawaii, and viewers like you,
How are you doing? How is your family? What is going on in your life? I pray and trust that your life is all that it can be. I would love to hug you, right now. I know life can often be confusing and hard. But don’t quit. Do what you do best. And never stop.
Did I tell you how I am doing? August 31, 2007, when I landed in Honolulu, HI, my heart started pumping…and it is like an oven over here. I never thought that I would be part of a year-long ministry team, called “Revolution Hawaii.” In the summer, we plan to do more mission work in Micronesia…and then in September, I plan to do ministry in California…
Did I tell you what we do? First, we workout for about an hour: 6:30am, Tuesday through Saturdays. I usually play basketball…and it gets my blood and mind flowing.
We then spend about an hour to read and discuss through the whole Bible (in a year): because they are like our story…we can learn so much about life and destiny from it.
We have been reading and discussing through several books per month. We have guest lectures, classes…we study prayer, ministry, theology, devotions, testimonies, etc.
We volunteer at different places during our afternoons, from 1-5pm, Tuesday through Thursday. For example, Kealoha, our team-mate, volunteers at a Boys & Girls Club in Waianae.
On Tuesdays, I wash dishes at a homeless shelter (River Of Life), from 1-3pm: there are so many smiling faces, there. Then I help kids with their homework, at the YMCA for about an hour. Tuesday nights, we (as a team) usually have Bible study via Rob Bell videos.
Wednesdays, I spend about two hours at an after-school program, at the Settlement (which is like the Boys & Girls Club). I help these kids with their homework.
Thursdays, I talk with the widows and folks (for two hours) at Salvation Army’s Adult Day Care. And then we run a youth program, nearby these apartments, in this neighborhood called Major Wrights. There are so many kids in this hood. So many broken families. We also have Bible study at the church. We have been studying through the books of the prophets.
Friday, we clean up the house, buy groceries, and prepare for the next week. Then at 4pm, we have a youth club for the kids from the hood…youth group, and Bible study for Salvation Army’s Adult Rehab Center (and these guys truly love what God does).
Saturday, we go back to the hood (Major Wrights) and spend more time with the same kids that come to the Thursday and Friday activities…then, some of them even come to church on Sunday. After dinner, we play intramural sports with other Salvation Army churches. Then we go out to the streets with sandwiches; and we spend about two hours talking with the homeless in Chinatown (in the streets of Kauluwella).
Sunday, we help out with Sunday school and junior church, at the church. And we attend evening service at another Salvation Army church in Leeward (Pearl City).
This service is centered around praise and worship: and we all love singing to our Creator and Savior. We call our evening services, there, The Upper Room. And it has been our favorite part of the week. And we have testimony time because “What has God been doing in your life?’
Monday, finally, is our Sabbath, our day off, and the day to relax because God is in control. I am only part of God’s plan for everything. And how sweet is that?
If God is in control, however, then why are there so many dark secrets in Hawaii? Nobody told me about Hawaii’s suicide rate, Crystal Meth addicts, and crime. And what about the kids that are forced to be homeless because of their parents? Why am I here?
Did I tell you where I was? I was born in a ghetto in Oregon…almost not born…alcoholic dad…far behind (home-schooled), couldn’t talk well, or anything, until I rushed into public high school…and I was so different…I wouldn’t suffer thru two years of Bible college in New York, and then one in West Virginia…because I thought I already knew the Bible…but I somehow fell in love with it…earlier, last year, I was helping my mom because of financial and health difficulties (plus, divorce, now; and she is now in Washington)…but then I heard about Revolution Hawaii while I was a wilderness counselor in Oregon…‘But I have to stay home’…but after my mom saw my tears, she told me that I should take this opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others. And, now, here I am.
But why am I here? What is my goal? To inspire others to be better than their abusive parents: because you do not have to live on the streets: life can be better if you are living for only Jesus (L4OJ): for the dream of the joy of the love of the life of the destiny. And there aint nothing better. To make a difference with whatever that I got. To live life with a smile. To live for what I love. To make dreams come true. To do what is best. To wait. To fight. To love. To giggle. To grow. To learn. To smile. To try my best. To try. To fail. To live like nothing else.
What are you going to do? Can you be part of my ministry? All you have to do is make your check payable to The Salvation Army, with my name on the memo. Revolution Hawaii costs $15,000 per student, for all the year-long travel, housing, food, medical, and other such costs. But then Salvation Army gave me an $11,000 grant. And then I was able to raise $1,500 from people like you. But I still need $2,500. And that is it. What are you going to do, now?
For those who know me really well, you know that I have a lot of dreams in life. I use to have a dream of making it in to the NBA. But I still want to become a writer, singer, actor, dancer, inventor, and such. I want to travel the world. But I also want to do whatever that God wants me to do. That is what I am going to say for now. I really want to make a difference in this world. Pray that I continue to follow after God, to work on my gifts of encouragement and whatever else that I can do. And I want to thank you for being part of my life.
I would at least appreciate prayer; but I do want to hear from you. Write to me; call me; check out my blog at http://L4R.blogspot.com. Let me know how things are.
Jo Arnold
Revolution Hawaii
2950 Manoa Road
Honolulu, HI 96822
Listen to this story…
After church (3/2/08), I was going to play basketball but then I started talking to my homeless friend, Babs, who is about 28 years old. Tears covered his face, while he told me about the girl that gave him his nickname because she disappeared, several years ago. The he asked me if I could help…I wanted to say no…later, I told Luis, while we were pushing Babs several blocks (in a shopping cart) to Saint Luis for lunch, that missionaries are suppose to help people. But he smirked that I was making a difference. And then I was telling Babs about how we have things in common. We both have alcoholic dads. And we both love talking to people. At one point, I pushed him to one part of the sidewalk, after lunch. Then I saw a puddle dripping down. But when you gotta go then you got to go. And then Babs told me about how they had a toaster, one time. And they would camp out near a bus stop. And they would use an outside plug-in to plug the toaster into. Later, one man gave Babs a Bible, kissed him for some seconds on the lips, and basically called me Bill Gates with bucky teeth. I even ran into Kalani who must not be on the streets anymore… I told him that he looked so good. And then he gave me bus directions to Pearl City.
Revolution Hawaii’s director, Rob Noland, and his family: as follows:
Riley, Hayden. Rob, Dee, Parker, McKenna, and Shea.
‘I Am,’ as seen in the first picture, is what God is. When I asked you how things are, you could say things are going. But with God, things are really going…but are we going with Him?
The sunset reminds us that life is slowly leaving us (we are dying). And we are running out of time. Will we make the most of each day? Are we willing to use everything that we have?
Will we smile, like I was in this one picture? Are we willing to ask God for joy in the mist of horror and pain? Will we choose to look at life through the eyes of God, of destiny?
The last two pictures are those of the kids in the hood, in Major Wrights. Are you willing to make a difference in their lives, or in those around you? Is it worth it? You can.
Never stop doing what’s best.
Dear Revolution Hawaii, and viewers like you,
How are you doing? How is your family? What is going on in your life? I pray and trust that your life is all that it can be. I would love to hug you, right now. I know life can often be confusing and hard. But don’t quit. Do what you do best. And never stop.
Did I tell you how I am doing? August 31, 2007, when I landed in Honolulu, HI, my heart started pumping…and it is like an oven over here. I never thought that I would be part of a year-long ministry team, called “Revolution Hawaii.” In the summer, we plan to do more mission work in Micronesia…and then in September, I plan to do ministry in California…
Did I tell you what we do? First, we workout for about an hour: 6:30am, Tuesday through Saturdays. I usually play basketball…and it gets my blood and mind flowing.
We then spend about an hour to read and discuss through the whole Bible (in a year): because they are like our story…we can learn so much about life and destiny from it.
We have been reading and discussing through several books per month. We have guest lectures, classes…we study prayer, ministry, theology, devotions, testimonies, etc.
We volunteer at different places during our afternoons, from 1-5pm, Tuesday through Thursday. For example, Kealoha, our team-mate, volunteers at a Boys & Girls Club in Waianae.
On Tuesdays, I wash dishes at a homeless shelter (River Of Life), from 1-3pm: there are so many smiling faces, there. Then I help kids with their homework, at the YMCA for about an hour. Tuesday nights, we (as a team) usually have Bible study via Rob Bell videos.
Wednesdays, I spend about two hours at an after-school program, at the Settlement (which is like the Boys & Girls Club). I help these kids with their homework.
Thursdays, I talk with the widows and folks (for two hours) at Salvation Army’s Adult Day Care. And then we run a youth program, nearby these apartments, in this neighborhood called Major Wrights. There are so many kids in this hood. So many broken families. We also have Bible study at the church. We have been studying through the books of the prophets.
Friday, we clean up the house, buy groceries, and prepare for the next week. Then at 4pm, we have a youth club for the kids from the hood…youth group, and Bible study for Salvation Army’s Adult Rehab Center (and these guys truly love what God does).
Saturday, we go back to the hood (Major Wrights) and spend more time with the same kids that come to the Thursday and Friday activities…then, some of them even come to church on Sunday. After dinner, we play intramural sports with other Salvation Army churches. Then we go out to the streets with sandwiches; and we spend about two hours talking with the homeless in Chinatown (in the streets of Kauluwella).
Sunday, we help out with Sunday school and junior church, at the church. And we attend evening service at another Salvation Army church in Leeward (Pearl City).
This service is centered around praise and worship: and we all love singing to our Creator and Savior. We call our evening services, there, The Upper Room. And it has been our favorite part of the week. And we have testimony time because “What has God been doing in your life?’
Monday, finally, is our Sabbath, our day off, and the day to relax because God is in control. I am only part of God’s plan for everything. And how sweet is that?
If God is in control, however, then why are there so many dark secrets in Hawaii? Nobody told me about Hawaii’s suicide rate, Crystal Meth addicts, and crime. And what about the kids that are forced to be homeless because of their parents? Why am I here?
Did I tell you where I was? I was born in a ghetto in Oregon…almost not born…alcoholic dad…far behind (home-schooled), couldn’t talk well, or anything, until I rushed into public high school…and I was so different…I wouldn’t suffer thru two years of Bible college in New York, and then one in West Virginia…because I thought I already knew the Bible…but I somehow fell in love with it…earlier, last year, I was helping my mom because of financial and health difficulties (plus, divorce, now; and she is now in Washington)…but then I heard about Revolution Hawaii while I was a wilderness counselor in Oregon…‘But I have to stay home’…but after my mom saw my tears, she told me that I should take this opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others. And, now, here I am.
But why am I here? What is my goal? To inspire others to be better than their abusive parents: because you do not have to live on the streets: life can be better if you are living for only Jesus (L4OJ): for the dream of the joy of the love of the life of the destiny. And there aint nothing better. To make a difference with whatever that I got. To live life with a smile. To live for what I love. To make dreams come true. To do what is best. To wait. To fight. To love. To giggle. To grow. To learn. To smile. To try my best. To try. To fail. To live like nothing else.
What are you going to do? Can you be part of my ministry? All you have to do is make your check payable to The Salvation Army, with my name on the memo. Revolution Hawaii costs $15,000 per student, for all the year-long travel, housing, food, medical, and other such costs. But then Salvation Army gave me an $11,000 grant. And then I was able to raise $1,500 from people like you. But I still need $2,500. And that is it. What are you going to do, now?
For those who know me really well, you know that I have a lot of dreams in life. I use to have a dream of making it in to the NBA. But I still want to become a writer, singer, actor, dancer, inventor, and such. I want to travel the world. But I also want to do whatever that God wants me to do. That is what I am going to say for now. I really want to make a difference in this world. Pray that I continue to follow after God, to work on my gifts of encouragement and whatever else that I can do. And I want to thank you for being part of my life.
I would at least appreciate prayer; but I do want to hear from you. Write to me; call me; check out my blog at http://L4R.blogspot.com. Let me know how things are.
Jo Arnold
Revolution Hawaii
2950 Manoa Road
Honolulu, HI 96822
Listen to this story…
After church (3/2/08), I was going to play basketball but then I started talking to my homeless friend, Babs, who is about 28 years old. Tears covered his face, while he told me about the girl that gave him his nickname because she disappeared, several years ago. The he asked me if I could help…I wanted to say no…later, I told Luis, while we were pushing Babs several blocks (in a shopping cart) to Saint Luis for lunch, that missionaries are suppose to help people. But he smirked that I was making a difference. And then I was telling Babs about how we have things in common. We both have alcoholic dads. And we both love talking to people. At one point, I pushed him to one part of the sidewalk, after lunch. Then I saw a puddle dripping down. But when you gotta go then you got to go. And then Babs told me about how they had a toaster, one time. And they would camp out near a bus stop. And they would use an outside plug-in to plug the toaster into. Later, one man gave Babs a Bible, kissed him for some seconds on the lips, and basically called me Bill Gates with bucky teeth. I even ran into Kalani who must not be on the streets anymore… I told him that he looked so good. And then he gave me bus directions to Pearl City.
Revolution Hawaii’s director, Rob Noland, and his family: as follows:
Riley, Hayden. Rob, Dee, Parker, McKenna, and Shea.
‘I Am,’ as seen in the first picture, is what God is. When I asked you how things are, you could say things are going. But with God, things are really going…but are we going with Him?
The sunset reminds us that life is slowly leaving us (we are dying). And we are running out of time. Will we make the most of each day? Are we willing to use everything that we have?
Will we smile, like I was in this one picture? Are we willing to ask God for joy in the mist of horror and pain? Will we choose to look at life through the eyes of God, of destiny?
The last two pictures are those of the kids in the hood, in Major Wrights. Are you willing to make a difference in their lives, or in those around you? Is it worth it? You can.
Never stop doing what’s best.
Monday, March 17, 2008
2008.1.15.t.
(Be Above Approach).
SHOEoBLUE.
Origin: 2008.1.15.T. SHOEoBLUE. 3-5phj.L4.YMCA.Note.
Log: 2008.1.15.T. SHOEoBLUE. 6:45phj.L4.jwr.Laptop.
My first time time at YMCA, this year. I play with them.
PEOPLE:
WILSON: the head man, brown, with glasses: was delightful to see me, and told me to do the same old interacting with the kids because it makes a difference. He has been in this for almost a decade, I think. While I left, that day, he echoed my words, "See you in two weeks," and he informed me that for next time that I need to wear shoes and ask for a name tag.
DONNA: Hawaiian brown, peanutbutter chocolate skin, short like TRC jo girl, soft, kind, sweet, but a high school senior who is planning to attend HSU, the college in Hawaii, and study nursing. I leaned on the wall, telling her that I run into a lot of nurses.
AARON:
KYLIE: had a bee stung on her thigh.
JOSH:
PARKER:
SANTIAGO?
PLUS: I stopped by the library but did not have the password to get online: which is the last four digits to my home number. Boy: 988-9822: girl: 5940; office: 0634.
2008.1.16.w.
1 John 4:19.
SMILEoMILE.
2008.1.16.w. 1Jn.4:19. SMILEoMILE. O: 12-6phj.Everywhere.
2008.1.16.w. 1Jn.4:19. SMILEoMILE. L: 6:16phj.jw.
Took Jess to the YMCA, ran right into Wilson. She returned to the ADC (ADult Day Care). I went walking. The library is by punchable and S (or N) King. Networks down. Chatted with Jeff before he ran into a Bible Study. Told Rick that Rev is now 5 cuz of Jeff and Blake being gone.
Jess surprisingly shined her face towards me: leading to a conversation about about going at best, at volunteering (since she spends her three afternoon (1-5p) days (t-r) at SA's ADC (Adult Day Care) which can be good), at loving (1Jn.4:19).
But then we ran into Wilson. At the end of the day, Corey helped a man put water in his car with our water, in the SA parking lot. I asked COrey for his favorite movie. He said snatch or something with a gypsie man, acted by Brad Pitt. I even talked to Crystal about Jeff, my WV bank, life, and her 17 credit classes: two in history: European and one of 1800's or before of like church history or something. Math. And English I think. Sweet. I need to do all that. Good day. I am still eating my soup and all. Nice. Sweet I don't know what to say.
HARD TO KNOW HOW TO ACT AROUND PEOPLE: do I smile, froen, act crazy, blend in, wobble too much? SO many questions but I must pray, talk, and live with the joy in me.
2008.1.17.r.
be slow. speak lord. WHISPERoBLISTER.
2008.1.17.r. be slow. speak lord. WHISPERoBLISTER. O: 12-9phj.L4.ADR, Luke.
2008.1.17.r. be slow. speak lord. WHISPERoBLISTER. L: 9:23phj.L4.jw.
MOG
1Sam.4-7
workout Martina walk: Alvin & the chipmonks. Who am I? Or Martina
media shout: what to place on the overhead
cereol, oatmeal, wafle, soup, diet wild cherry coke, rice, spam, chicken
Martina van wisper Megan talk life
adult day care
pictionary: bus, house, apple, tomato, detective, banana, etc
but jess then drew as I announced and directed her to draw some of it
sung a whole new world of aladdin and Little Mermaid's Under The Sea.
Then discovered calmness from Jess, as we discuss Rev's group dynamics: it is on this Martin Luther King day that I learn to whisper over the blisters of everything around me.
Arwin (not Elizabeth) led Luke's Bible Study on Acts 2, of Joel 2: on living best: on finding ourselves, as I prayed during our dark long meditating prayer that had Corey chanting 1Cor.13 and other mumbles for show. I pray that Jesus remind us what we got to do. Arwin was in Ukrane where my once RA, Andrew Moroz, was raised in. Arwin has also been to Russia: she wants to get the word out especially to the Muslims. Good heart. May she go speedingly. Assembly Of God are charismatical and so emotional but crying is not bad if there is trying thru Jesus.
Jesus Hearts: a ministry of the Jess Franklin Foundation and Blood Fire Associations.
AROUNDoPOUND
FROWNbut takes worldDOWN
SMILEmake life lastWHILE
TRYoCRY
TRYoCRY: may I try Jesus thru joy at each point. Remember crying, as TEARSoBEERS: that I must express sentimentally what is deep in heart over beers: over walking away from problems: from ignoring life; as Jesus wept: that I must relate, live, breath thru emotions, thru feelings, thru weeping, thru lamentation, thru repentance, thru honesty, thru silence, thru whispers, thru love, thru passion beyond blood and fire: but to never substitute trying with crying, but to cry then try. To really live like Jesus of love of joy of life beyond anything imagined!
WHISPERoBLISTER: over the blisters, rashes, scars, problems, distractions, sins, hates, tears, crying, walls, boundaries, denials, people, stops, rots, dope, depravity, storms, trials, and all that is not best: to always whisper, calmly, patiencely, silently: with an open heart, mind, soul, ears, eyes, feet, hands, stomach, guts, armor, body, life and all. May I whisper, as Jess inspired, and become who is better than me: Jesus.
May I always remember this day!
Don't kill Jesus: you're Jesus! I told them as I left, last.
(Be Above Approach).
SHOEoBLUE.
Origin: 2008.1.15.T. SHOEoBLUE. 3-5phj.L4.YMCA.Note.
Log: 2008.1.15.T. SHOEoBLUE. 6:45phj.L4.jwr.Laptop.
My first time time at YMCA, this year. I play with them.
PEOPLE:
WILSON: the head man, brown, with glasses: was delightful to see me, and told me to do the same old interacting with the kids because it makes a difference. He has been in this for almost a decade, I think. While I left, that day, he echoed my words, "See you in two weeks," and he informed me that for next time that I need to wear shoes and ask for a name tag.
DONNA: Hawaiian brown, peanutbutter chocolate skin, short like TRC jo girl, soft, kind, sweet, but a high school senior who is planning to attend HSU, the college in Hawaii, and study nursing. I leaned on the wall, telling her that I run into a lot of nurses.
AARON:
KYLIE: had a bee stung on her thigh.
JOSH:
PARKER:
SANTIAGO?
PLUS: I stopped by the library but did not have the password to get online: which is the last four digits to my home number. Boy: 988-9822: girl: 5940; office: 0634.
2008.1.16.w.
1 John 4:19.
SMILEoMILE.
2008.1.16.w. 1Jn.4:19. SMILEoMILE. O: 12-6phj.Everywhere.
2008.1.16.w. 1Jn.4:19. SMILEoMILE. L: 6:16phj.jw.
Took Jess to the YMCA, ran right into Wilson. She returned to the ADC (ADult Day Care). I went walking. The library is by punchable and S (or N) King. Networks down. Chatted with Jeff before he ran into a Bible Study. Told Rick that Rev is now 5 cuz of Jeff and Blake being gone.
Jess surprisingly shined her face towards me: leading to a conversation about about going at best, at volunteering (since she spends her three afternoon (1-5p) days (t-r) at SA's ADC (Adult Day Care) which can be good), at loving (1Jn.4:19).
But then we ran into Wilson. At the end of the day, Corey helped a man put water in his car with our water, in the SA parking lot. I asked COrey for his favorite movie. He said snatch or something with a gypsie man, acted by Brad Pitt. I even talked to Crystal about Jeff, my WV bank, life, and her 17 credit classes: two in history: European and one of 1800's or before of like church history or something. Math. And English I think. Sweet. I need to do all that. Good day. I am still eating my soup and all. Nice. Sweet I don't know what to say.
HARD TO KNOW HOW TO ACT AROUND PEOPLE: do I smile, froen, act crazy, blend in, wobble too much? SO many questions but I must pray, talk, and live with the joy in me.
2008.1.17.r.
be slow. speak lord. WHISPERoBLISTER.
2008.1.17.r. be slow. speak lord. WHISPERoBLISTER. O: 12-9phj.L4.ADR, Luke.
2008.1.17.r. be slow. speak lord. WHISPERoBLISTER. L: 9:23phj.L4.jw.
MOG
1Sam.4-7
workout Martina walk: Alvin & the chipmonks. Who am I? Or Martina
media shout: what to place on the overhead
cereol, oatmeal, wafle, soup, diet wild cherry coke, rice, spam, chicken
Martina van wisper Megan talk life
adult day care
pictionary: bus, house, apple, tomato, detective, banana, etc
but jess then drew as I announced and directed her to draw some of it
sung a whole new world of aladdin and Little Mermaid's Under The Sea.
Then discovered calmness from Jess, as we discuss Rev's group dynamics: it is on this Martin Luther King day that I learn to whisper over the blisters of everything around me.
Arwin (not Elizabeth) led Luke's Bible Study on Acts 2, of Joel 2: on living best: on finding ourselves, as I prayed during our dark long meditating prayer that had Corey chanting 1Cor.13 and other mumbles for show. I pray that Jesus remind us what we got to do. Arwin was in Ukrane where my once RA, Andrew Moroz, was raised in. Arwin has also been to Russia: she wants to get the word out especially to the Muslims. Good heart. May she go speedingly. Assembly Of God are charismatical and so emotional but crying is not bad if there is trying thru Jesus.
Jesus Hearts: a ministry of the Jess Franklin Foundation and Blood Fire Associations.
AROUNDoPOUND
FROWNbut takes worldDOWN
SMILEmake life lastWHILE
TRYoCRY
TRYoCRY: may I try Jesus thru joy at each point. Remember crying, as TEARSoBEERS: that I must express sentimentally what is deep in heart over beers: over walking away from problems: from ignoring life; as Jesus wept: that I must relate, live, breath thru emotions, thru feelings, thru weeping, thru lamentation, thru repentance, thru honesty, thru silence, thru whispers, thru love, thru passion beyond blood and fire: but to never substitute trying with crying, but to cry then try. To really live like Jesus of love of joy of life beyond anything imagined!
WHISPERoBLISTER: over the blisters, rashes, scars, problems, distractions, sins, hates, tears, crying, walls, boundaries, denials, people, stops, rots, dope, depravity, storms, trials, and all that is not best: to always whisper, calmly, patiencely, silently: with an open heart, mind, soul, ears, eyes, feet, hands, stomach, guts, armor, body, life and all. May I whisper, as Jess inspired, and become who is better than me: Jesus.
May I always remember this day!
Don't kill Jesus: you're Jesus! I told them as I left, last.
2008.2.17-23.
Goodbye.
O.2008.2.17-23. Goodbye.
L.2008.2.22.f.1:27phj.L4.ml.
We read Kissing Dating Goodbye. Marshallese phrase was: ejjelok inebata: no problem. I didn't play basketball or workout at all. I wrote a blog about writing. And had a meeting with Rob. Lincoln left. I am trying to grow up. We watched Jesus Camp, Tuesday night. Me and K saw two movies on Monday: Jumper, Golden Compass.
2008.2.24-3.1.
Stop.
O.2008.2.24-3.1. Stop.
L.2008.3.1. Stop.
The book: Velvet Elvis; Rob Bell; Mars Hill. Monday, I met some people before watching this scary movie at the dollar theatre. I kep telling Martina that she can keep what she uses. But I keep talking in code. I gave Chris two letters on Wednesday. Coca got upset. On Thursday, Chris Walker's friend wanted to sock me. I wrote a letter to Coco. But Saturday morning, Coco has not read it, yet. Saturday was when the four of us started riding The Bus. I actually left my month pass in a bag in a van at the core. K secretly drop me off and I was there for the music thing. And Navae toured me of her old home of Major Wrights where this church was giving out prizes. I am still on an attitude of being positive over trying to fix all the problems I see everywhere. I talked to Nicole and her friend from the big island, on my cell phone, and said that I would see them next Friday during a camp at camp Homelani. I was able to talk to Dexter about basketball, girls, God, follow thru, and all on Tuesday at the River Of Life even tho they weren't taking volunteers. But they took me and I was able to do the dirty work. Wednesday, no learning center at the Settlement but I was able to use the computers there to inspire friends on Facebook. But, while I was at the library during that same day, I found that I couldn't use the internet because I owe them $15 because of COrey's late-return of Marshallese books. Thursday, I talked to Elizabeth, her friend, the new Jeff volunteer, the cute ladies staff, Kyle, and others at the Adult Day Care. Then we had a good time during club3:16 at Major Wrights. And you know the rest of the story. But stop. But we all did our morning things alone until 10am. My alarm awoke me around 5:15am but I would go back to sleep with hopes that my sores would heal. And I am not always focused on doing best during the night and rise. But Friday night, after ice skating at Ice Palace, I told Grace my world famous story of my lifelong childhood friend, Tiffany Rochelle Cumbo who died around a Friday, April 5, 2003.
Goodbye.
O.2008.2.17-23. Goodbye.
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We read Kissing Dating Goodbye. Marshallese phrase was: ejjelok inebata: no problem. I didn't play basketball or workout at all. I wrote a blog about writing. And had a meeting with Rob. Lincoln left. I am trying to grow up. We watched Jesus Camp, Tuesday night. Me and K saw two movies on Monday: Jumper, Golden Compass.
2008.2.24-3.1.
Stop.
O.2008.2.24-3.1. Stop.
L.2008.3.1. Stop.
The book: Velvet Elvis; Rob Bell; Mars Hill. Monday, I met some people before watching this scary movie at the dollar theatre. I kep telling Martina that she can keep what she uses. But I keep talking in code. I gave Chris two letters on Wednesday. Coca got upset. On Thursday, Chris Walker's friend wanted to sock me. I wrote a letter to Coco. But Saturday morning, Coco has not read it, yet. Saturday was when the four of us started riding The Bus. I actually left my month pass in a bag in a van at the core. K secretly drop me off and I was there for the music thing. And Navae toured me of her old home of Major Wrights where this church was giving out prizes. I am still on an attitude of being positive over trying to fix all the problems I see everywhere. I talked to Nicole and her friend from the big island, on my cell phone, and said that I would see them next Friday during a camp at camp Homelani. I was able to talk to Dexter about basketball, girls, God, follow thru, and all on Tuesday at the River Of Life even tho they weren't taking volunteers. But they took me and I was able to do the dirty work. Wednesday, no learning center at the Settlement but I was able to use the computers there to inspire friends on Facebook. But, while I was at the library during that same day, I found that I couldn't use the internet because I owe them $15 because of COrey's late-return of Marshallese books. Thursday, I talked to Elizabeth, her friend, the new Jeff volunteer, the cute ladies staff, Kyle, and others at the Adult Day Care. Then we had a good time during club3:16 at Major Wrights. And you know the rest of the story. But stop. But we all did our morning things alone until 10am. My alarm awoke me around 5:15am but I would go back to sleep with hopes that my sores would heal. And I am not always focused on doing best during the night and rise. But Friday night, after ice skating at Ice Palace, I told Grace my world famous story of my lifelong childhood friend, Tiffany Rochelle Cumbo who died around a Friday, April 5, 2003.
Listen
2008.3.12.w.
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On this third night in a row, Fulton Hawk confronts my wits because I have not been considering others. How so? Many things? I have always been a rude and selfish dude. But say, Tuesday night, for example, I arrived to the team's Bible study at about two hours too late. Forget my excuse for taking the wrong bus, last night. I let the team down, and I didn't even apologize. And I'm losing everything that I have ever wanted. Forget that, I am losing all that God has want for me.
2008.3.12.w.
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On this third night in a row, Fulton Hawk confronts my wits because I have not been considering others. How so? Many things? I have always been a rude and selfish dude. But say, Tuesday night, for example, I arrived to the team's Bible study at about two hours too late. Forget my excuse for taking the wrong bus, last night. I let the team down, and I didn't even apologize. And I'm losing everything that I have ever wanted. Forget that, I am losing all that God has want for me.
Monday, March 3, 2008
After church (O.3/2/08) ,
[L.2008.3.3.m.5phj.L4.office] I ran over to Babs (28 years old, apx.) in Tent City (where they live in tents). Tears covered his face, while he told me about the girl that gave him his nickname because she disappeared, several years ago. I told Luis, while we were pushing Babs several blocks (in a shopping cart) to Saint Luis for lunch, that missionaries are suppose to help people. But he smirked that I was making a difference. And then I was telling Babs about how we have things in common. We both have alcoholic dads. And we both love talking to people. At one point, I pushed him to one part of the sidewalk, after lunch. Then I saw a puddle dripping down.
But when you gotta go then you got to go.
And then Babs told me about how they had a toaster, one time. And they would camp out near a bus stop. And they would use an outside plug-in. later, we ran into more people. One man gave Babs a Bible, kissed him for some seconds on the lips, and basically called me Bill Gates with bucky teeth. I even ran into Kelani who must not be on the streets anymore… I told him that he looked so good.
And then he gave me bus directions.
[L.2008.3.3.m.5phj.L4.office] I ran over to Babs (28 years old, apx.) in Tent City (where they live in tents). Tears covered his face, while he told me about the girl that gave him his nickname because she disappeared, several years ago. I told Luis, while we were pushing Babs several blocks (in a shopping cart) to Saint Luis for lunch, that missionaries are suppose to help people. But he smirked that I was making a difference. And then I was telling Babs about how we have things in common. We both have alcoholic dads. And we both love talking to people. At one point, I pushed him to one part of the sidewalk, after lunch. Then I saw a puddle dripping down.
But when you gotta go then you got to go.
And then Babs told me about how they had a toaster, one time. And they would camp out near a bus stop. And they would use an outside plug-in. later, we ran into more people. One man gave Babs a Bible, kissed him for some seconds on the lips, and basically called me Bill Gates with bucky teeth. I even ran into Kelani who must not be on the streets anymore… I told him that he looked so good.
And then he gave me bus directions.
Life in Review.
O.L. 2008.3.3.m.2phj.L4.office.
Joey Arnold
I never thought that I would be in Hawaii.
And let us think about that for a moment. Look at my whole life. How did I get here? And this is where I would love to tell you so much about where I have been. Born in Oregon. But I was far behind, couldn't talk well (but was homeshooled) until I hopped into public high school. And I could talk about my alcoholic dad that I still somehow love.
But I would never be forced into two years of Bible college in New York, and one in West Virginia. And then come home, earlier last year: to try to save my mom from financial and health problems ..... But I would rather be famous, rich, and all... I love art, writing, making movies, and anything exciting... I love exciting things... and exciting people... I love so much... but somehow, beyond all that, I love people.... and I know that I want to help people.
Because of where I have been... I can better understand where people are, now. And better understand how to help people get to where they need to be in life and everything.
Because it is not so much about where we are in life, or even of where we are, right now.
More over, life is about where we are going, and about becoming all that we can be. And I know my weaknesses. Like, when I was ten, I couldn't even say my name in public... And I know how I am so different, now. And you don't have to believe me. I will forgive you. And I have never been a forgiving person... at least not all the time... But life is full of progression, revolution, and transformation. We will make mistakes but we must never stop doing what is best. We must never let anything keep us down. We must ask for help. We must wait but then get prepare for what is coming next. If we are here then we must be here. Let us not be anywhere but here. And let us love life to its fullest. Let us love... let us be servants...
And so now, I am in Revolution Hawaii. I am a volunteer. Or even a missionary. But yesterday I told a homeless man that I was a missionary. But I was hesistent in doing so. I told him that a missionary is suppose to help people. I am not so sure if I help people. But he then told me that I was making a difference. True that. But God is the one who makes the deep down differences inside everyone's souls. But the man was right. I am part of God's story. His story. History. Life is about being part of something. Life is about living for what you love. And what is better than that. And I could talk about my best friend, Tiffany Cumbo, who I knew all of my life. And about how she died several years ago. And we all have stories like this. Life never seems fair. Why was I born in a ghetto trailer park? Why did the girl of my dreams have to die? Why was my dad never there for me? And we always have these questions. Or why do people call me oatmeal? Oh never mind, on that one. But I choose to have faith in God, that He has the answers and the path that I must follow. And you probably have heard that said before. And so many of us do hear about the plan and the path and the destiny and the way and all that. But it is not always believable or thinkable or likeable. I mean, I am suppose to live my life? And I am suppose to smile? And I am suppose to do the best at whatever that I do? And I am suppose to tell people whatever that they need to hear? And that it is more important...... to live out love and all that over simple talking about love and life and joy and hope and even God and Jesus and all that deep and simple stuff? I am suppose to take life at one day at a time. I am suppose pray for wisdom and strength because I cannot do it by myself. We are simply suppose to bring heaven, and not hell, to earth. Easy said it. But harder if done. But this is to you. And this is to me. Life now is not going to last forever. And it is never going to be easy. And it is going to get harder. But it is worth it. All that we do can have eternal purpose. Because God is about life and about joy and about having our actual real genuine dreams to come true and all that... God is always after the best things in life... And we are quickly going.... and life is busy... and we must learn to wait and to play and to work and to fight and all that.... we must learn to even pause... to take sabbaths... eh. I am writing this on my sabbath, my day off.... and I am going out on this day... ok, I repent... but that is why I am writing this to me, too... But I have learn that you can smile no matter is going in life. And there aint nothing better than Jesus. He is the best super hero. He is better than monsters, dear five year old... he is the best everything and anything that is worth being.
And I am not going to be able to understand you...
or what you have done... or what you have been through... in where you have came from... but I know that Jesus went through it all when He was on earth... do you believe that? And He is here to help us hang on for the ride of our life... are you coming?
Aint nothing better.
And you can come.
O.L. 2008.3.3.m.2phj.L4.office.
Joey Arnold
I never thought that I would be in Hawaii.
And let us think about that for a moment. Look at my whole life. How did I get here? And this is where I would love to tell you so much about where I have been. Born in Oregon. But I was far behind, couldn't talk well (but was homeshooled) until I hopped into public high school. And I could talk about my alcoholic dad that I still somehow love.
But I would never be forced into two years of Bible college in New York, and one in West Virginia. And then come home, earlier last year: to try to save my mom from financial and health problems ..... But I would rather be famous, rich, and all... I love art, writing, making movies, and anything exciting... I love exciting things... and exciting people... I love so much... but somehow, beyond all that, I love people.... and I know that I want to help people.
Because of where I have been... I can better understand where people are, now. And better understand how to help people get to where they need to be in life and everything.
Because it is not so much about where we are in life, or even of where we are, right now.
More over, life is about where we are going, and about becoming all that we can be. And I know my weaknesses. Like, when I was ten, I couldn't even say my name in public... And I know how I am so different, now. And you don't have to believe me. I will forgive you. And I have never been a forgiving person... at least not all the time... But life is full of progression, revolution, and transformation. We will make mistakes but we must never stop doing what is best. We must never let anything keep us down. We must ask for help. We must wait but then get prepare for what is coming next. If we are here then we must be here. Let us not be anywhere but here. And let us love life to its fullest. Let us love... let us be servants...
And so now, I am in Revolution Hawaii. I am a volunteer. Or even a missionary. But yesterday I told a homeless man that I was a missionary. But I was hesistent in doing so. I told him that a missionary is suppose to help people. I am not so sure if I help people. But he then told me that I was making a difference. True that. But God is the one who makes the deep down differences inside everyone's souls. But the man was right. I am part of God's story. His story. History. Life is about being part of something. Life is about living for what you love. And what is better than that. And I could talk about my best friend, Tiffany Cumbo, who I knew all of my life. And about how she died several years ago. And we all have stories like this. Life never seems fair. Why was I born in a ghetto trailer park? Why did the girl of my dreams have to die? Why was my dad never there for me? And we always have these questions. Or why do people call me oatmeal? Oh never mind, on that one. But I choose to have faith in God, that He has the answers and the path that I must follow. And you probably have heard that said before. And so many of us do hear about the plan and the path and the destiny and the way and all that. But it is not always believable or thinkable or likeable. I mean, I am suppose to live my life? And I am suppose to smile? And I am suppose to do the best at whatever that I do? And I am suppose to tell people whatever that they need to hear? And that it is more important...... to live out love and all that over simple talking about love and life and joy and hope and even God and Jesus and all that deep and simple stuff? I am suppose to take life at one day at a time. I am suppose pray for wisdom and strength because I cannot do it by myself. We are simply suppose to bring heaven, and not hell, to earth. Easy said it. But harder if done. But this is to you. And this is to me. Life now is not going to last forever. And it is never going to be easy. And it is going to get harder. But it is worth it. All that we do can have eternal purpose. Because God is about life and about joy and about having our actual real genuine dreams to come true and all that... God is always after the best things in life... And we are quickly going.... and life is busy... and we must learn to wait and to play and to work and to fight and all that.... we must learn to even pause... to take sabbaths... eh. I am writing this on my sabbath, my day off.... and I am going out on this day... ok, I repent... but that is why I am writing this to me, too... But I have learn that you can smile no matter is going in life. And there aint nothing better than Jesus. He is the best super hero. He is better than monsters, dear five year old... he is the best everything and anything that is worth being.
And I am not going to be able to understand you...
or what you have done... or what you have been through... in where you have came from... but I know that Jesus went through it all when He was on earth... do you believe that? And He is here to help us hang on for the ride of our life... are you coming?
Aint nothing better.
And you can come.
Signs.
2008.3.2.m.
Signs.
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Why are there signs everywhere? But they have that ability to tell you what to do or where the next exit will be. Sometimes I'm like sheep. I don't want to follow the signs. I am not smart enough to take in the obvious. I remember talking to Donald Duck about signs about jo and about L4 and about waiting for the moment and for the fire and for the steps to then help us all stop evil... I mean, this was during the summer, back when I was a camp counselor in Boring, Oregon. It is called Camp Kuratli. And life is interesting. But how do you know if signs are telling you the truth. How do you know if you are going too fast down the highway of life. Or maybe you hop on the wrong train and that train is going so fast that if you jump off then you will bleed and roll and possible cut open and die. There might be no return. What if I went the wrong way. Or how do you know if McDonalds is to the left, to the next exit of the highway. Can I trust that sign, that feeling, those things, those people, or anything? What if all that is outdated?
My brother (Richard, or Ricky... or call him Rick) trusted the wrong guy once. If that guy is reading this then he should write to me. His name is Wayne. Or at least, that is what he said. My brother is three years older than me. That makes him 26, right now. But during the first several years of this decade, they somehow became partners. My brother graduated high school in 2000. Then he went out to Tulsa, Oklahoma, to do airplane things... he studied.... but then it became financially hard... then he was at the YMCA... and even at The Salvation Army... my brother was homeless for a while... and he had room mates... and he even went on a mission trip to Kenya... but then he got fired from this warehouse.... and somehow ran into Wayne who was starting Godseed... and Wayne said all the right words and everything.... the signs were good... my bro wouldn't tell us most of this until way later.... but would you? I know that I wouldn't want to admit to trusting into the wrong man.... Wayne is around forty years old... but he seem like a nice man.... he wanted to help the homeless in Oklahoma.... and they were doing things... but that is not the whole story... Wayne somehow gt my bro, Rick, his job back... but then would force my bro to use money on the so called ministry.... and it sounds good... help out the homeless... like I am doing now.... which would make you wonder if you can trust me... how do you know if you can trust me.... but back then, Wayne was doing some good things with the money... but then he was using the money to work on his cars... his hot rods... and a lap top... and everything... and my bro already had credit cards... and a huge college debt... and was not buying things wisely... he would always buy full price.... especially when he had no car and couldn't get to stores until years later..... and it was almost like my bro wanted to trust somebody because he was never able to trust our alcoholic dad.... but Wayne was probably worse... and he spent a bunch of money on smoking.... and I am not sure of Wayne's reputation... and then Wayne went out to get married, again... and as I talked to Wayne, a few times, he would pray with me and say a lot of good things about God and living for Him and all that...Wayne talked the talk... and it was almost like he was walking the walk.......... but what would you do? Signs are tricky... but what about wise counsel?.... ok...sorry... and I could say so much about all this...
Signs.
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Why are there signs everywhere? But they have that ability to tell you what to do or where the next exit will be. Sometimes I'm like sheep. I don't want to follow the signs. I am not smart enough to take in the obvious. I remember talking to Donald Duck about signs about jo and about L4 and about waiting for the moment and for the fire and for the steps to then help us all stop evil... I mean, this was during the summer, back when I was a camp counselor in Boring, Oregon. It is called Camp Kuratli. And life is interesting. But how do you know if signs are telling you the truth. How do you know if you are going too fast down the highway of life. Or maybe you hop on the wrong train and that train is going so fast that if you jump off then you will bleed and roll and possible cut open and die. There might be no return. What if I went the wrong way. Or how do you know if McDonalds is to the left, to the next exit of the highway. Can I trust that sign, that feeling, those things, those people, or anything? What if all that is outdated?
My brother (Richard, or Ricky... or call him Rick) trusted the wrong guy once. If that guy is reading this then he should write to me. His name is Wayne. Or at least, that is what he said. My brother is three years older than me. That makes him 26, right now. But during the first several years of this decade, they somehow became partners. My brother graduated high school in 2000. Then he went out to Tulsa, Oklahoma, to do airplane things... he studied.... but then it became financially hard... then he was at the YMCA... and even at The Salvation Army... my brother was homeless for a while... and he had room mates... and he even went on a mission trip to Kenya... but then he got fired from this warehouse.... and somehow ran into Wayne who was starting Godseed... and Wayne said all the right words and everything.... the signs were good... my bro wouldn't tell us most of this until way later.... but would you? I know that I wouldn't want to admit to trusting into the wrong man.... Wayne is around forty years old... but he seem like a nice man.... he wanted to help the homeless in Oklahoma.... and they were doing things... but that is not the whole story... Wayne somehow gt my bro, Rick, his job back... but then would force my bro to use money on the so called ministry.... and it sounds good... help out the homeless... like I am doing now.... which would make you wonder if you can trust me... how do you know if you can trust me.... but back then, Wayne was doing some good things with the money... but then he was using the money to work on his cars... his hot rods... and a lap top... and everything... and my bro already had credit cards... and a huge college debt... and was not buying things wisely... he would always buy full price.... especially when he had no car and couldn't get to stores until years later..... and it was almost like my bro wanted to trust somebody because he was never able to trust our alcoholic dad.... but Wayne was probably worse... and he spent a bunch of money on smoking.... and I am not sure of Wayne's reputation... and then Wayne went out to get married, again... and as I talked to Wayne, a few times, he would pray with me and say a lot of good things about God and living for Him and all that...Wayne talked the talk... and it was almost like he was walking the walk.......... but what would you do? Signs are tricky... but what about wise counsel?.... ok...sorry... and I could say so much about all this...
Jo.
2008.3.2.m.
Jo.
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Jo is my code word for the girl of my dreams: but it is also OJ backwards. My main slogan is of L4OJ. My slogan is not L4JO. But they can work together. But will they? So, I would love to write a personal letter that is out to jo, right now. But let me think about that at first. How many girls have I seen in my life? Especially in Hawaii. But God made them that way. And I guess I don't care if you don't believe in God. But I will just say that girls are wonderful but only when used corectly. But not to say that they are merely objects. Yeah, I better delete this blog post. Or what can I say? But I even made a decision, in a contract, a covenant, an idea, of somehow staying single and totally sexually and mentally and physically spiritually and emotionally and even maybe intellectually staying like totally pure and all that comes with it from the thoughts to the actions and all. And that is where the STOPthruSTEP concept comes in. And I could say so much about that. But I only want what is best and nothing more. What else can I ask for? I want true love. I do. But I want to wait. I mean, I want it now. But I must wait for the opportunity and everything.
Jo.
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Jo is my code word for the girl of my dreams: but it is also OJ backwards. My main slogan is of L4OJ. My slogan is not L4JO. But they can work together. But will they? So, I would love to write a personal letter that is out to jo, right now. But let me think about that at first. How many girls have I seen in my life? Especially in Hawaii. But God made them that way. And I guess I don't care if you don't believe in God. But I will just say that girls are wonderful but only when used corectly. But not to say that they are merely objects. Yeah, I better delete this blog post. Or what can I say? But I even made a decision, in a contract, a covenant, an idea, of somehow staying single and totally sexually and mentally and physically spiritually and emotionally and even maybe intellectually staying like totally pure and all that comes with it from the thoughts to the actions and all. And that is where the STOPthruSTEP concept comes in. And I could say so much about that. But I only want what is best and nothing more. What else can I ask for? I want true love. I do. But I want to wait. I mean, I want it now. But I must wait for the opportunity and everything.
STOPthruSTEP.
2008.3.2.m.
STOPthruSTEP.
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Last night, I came up with this. I was like yeah! Or maybe I was not that excited. But how many times have I tried quitting something. How many times have I said that I needed to stop that or stop this. But I am not talking about a magical formula, here.
Step... Stop... prepare... wait... fight... love.
I mean, this is where I try to remind myself about the importance of stopping through actually stepping through each step and procedure that is set before me. Set before me by who? By God. No offense, if you don't believe in Him. But can I stake my own claims? But never mind that. I guess I will be offensive. I guess I will take a stance. But I must.
My prayer, out to you, God, in the middle of this blog, is that you help me stop sins through stepping through each of your commandments. Help me to communicate this idea that is not new. Help me to be a light in a dark world. Help me trust you and to ask for things from you. I know that I have been asking but I have not been stepping towards what is best and all. And how else can I say that. I know so much about who you are and all but I don't ever stop and wait. If only I would. But calm me down and help me wait and stop and be patient. No excuse but still.
STOPthruSTEP.
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L.2008.3.3.m.5ahj.L4.ml.
Last night, I came up with this. I was like yeah! Or maybe I was not that excited. But how many times have I tried quitting something. How many times have I said that I needed to stop that or stop this. But I am not talking about a magical formula, here.
Step... Stop... prepare... wait... fight... love.
I mean, this is where I try to remind myself about the importance of stopping through actually stepping through each step and procedure that is set before me. Set before me by who? By God. No offense, if you don't believe in Him. But can I stake my own claims? But never mind that. I guess I will be offensive. I guess I will take a stance. But I must.
My prayer, out to you, God, in the middle of this blog, is that you help me stop sins through stepping through each of your commandments. Help me to communicate this idea that is not new. Help me to be a light in a dark world. Help me trust you and to ask for things from you. I know that I have been asking but I have not been stepping towards what is best and all. And how else can I say that. I know so much about who you are and all but I don't ever stop and wait. If only I would. But calm me down and help me wait and stop and be patient. No excuse but still.
LOVEthruDOVE.
2008.3.2.m.
LOVEthruDOVE.
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How can love be through doves, through servants, through souls: or how can love be through action and attitude and attribute: how can love be God: how can love be cooler than water and hotter than fire?
This is where I try to wonder how many times I have failed at loving. Because I cannot love. But it is so hard to do. People can be nice to me but what do I ever do in return to all of that? And how can I ever take that back?
I pray that I can become a dove. That others can see the fire that is burning deep inside my soul with love. And I don't know what I am asking for. Maybe it is better than asking for wisdom like some great Solomon king asked for one time. But then again, just kidding. But life is weird like that.
LOVEthruDOVE.
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How can love be through doves, through servants, through souls: or how can love be through action and attitude and attribute: how can love be God: how can love be cooler than water and hotter than fire?
This is where I try to wonder how many times I have failed at loving. Because I cannot love. But it is so hard to do. People can be nice to me but what do I ever do in return to all of that? And how can I ever take that back?
I pray that I can become a dove. That others can see the fire that is burning deep inside my soul with love. And I don't know what I am asking for. Maybe it is better than asking for wisdom like some great Solomon king asked for one time. But then again, just kidding. But life is weird like that.
JOYthruBOIL.
2008.3.2.m.
JOYthruBOIL.
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How can joy even be perfected? Is is really genuine even in the mist of pain and all? How can I have joy while the world is so rotten? But I hurt while even in Revolution Hawaii, I think. But my character is being worked on, as seen in the letter by James, back in the day (but not in the hood). And I guess there are a lot of untold stories that are not being told or understood. But never mind that. But you cannot be the one boiling yourself. You got get your smile on. You got to be glad and rad and dad over the sad and the mad and the bad bad bad bad. You know? It is an ugly world out there. But cheer up because it is only going to get worse. And life is like a box of chocolate. And you never know what you are going to get. But you got to love it life. And you got to love what you get. Oh no. Maybe you can't love what you get. Maybe the world is just too ugly for that. And the people stay out in the streets and they curse and it gets worse. And does it make a difference. And some of them know the Bible. But it gets worse. And most of the homeless do choose to be homeless. But it gets worse. But there aint nothing better than a face of joy in the mix of the boils of all that. And I can say that. And easier said than done. And I do spend time out there. And I plan to go out there today. And I don't want to but I know that it is better than anything else in this world. And better me than royalty. But then again, I am royalty. But that is another story.
JOYthruBOIL.
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How can joy even be perfected? Is is really genuine even in the mist of pain and all? How can I have joy while the world is so rotten? But I hurt while even in Revolution Hawaii, I think. But my character is being worked on, as seen in the letter by James, back in the day (but not in the hood). And I guess there are a lot of untold stories that are not being told or understood. But never mind that. But you cannot be the one boiling yourself. You got get your smile on. You got to be glad and rad and dad over the sad and the mad and the bad bad bad bad. You know? It is an ugly world out there. But cheer up because it is only going to get worse. And life is like a box of chocolate. And you never know what you are going to get. But you got to love it life. And you got to love what you get. Oh no. Maybe you can't love what you get. Maybe the world is just too ugly for that. And the people stay out in the streets and they curse and it gets worse. And does it make a difference. And some of them know the Bible. But it gets worse. And most of the homeless do choose to be homeless. But it gets worse. But there aint nothing better than a face of joy in the mix of the boils of all that. And I can say that. And easier said than done. And I do spend time out there. And I plan to go out there today. And I don't want to but I know that it is better than anything else in this world. And better me than royalty. But then again, I am royalty. But that is another story.
FAITHoFACT.
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FAITHoFACT.
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How in the world can I have faith through or even over the facts of the horrors of this world? I cannot even dare admit that I could. But I always want to have the facts. The older I get, the more I put away childish things like faith. Not that faith can't be bad. I mean it is bad to have faith in the wrong thing. Ezpecially when the facts say so. But facts are not all here. And somehow faith must be the first instinct or door to life and destiny. But you can get mad at these words. I know that I have got mad at these words during most of my life. And I don't want to believe these words at all. But somehow I have been told to rely on not my own understanding. I am not to lean on any of that. That is not my base or my root. My root needs to go beyond my weak understanding of life and everything because I cannot even comprehend all the facts. And if I had the facts then I would feel obligated to love, to do right, out of duty or something bad. I would somehow understand all things and all mysteries and everything. And I would know that I would have to love and live and do best and maybe jump on trampolines or dive in deep into the ocean for buried treasures or wonder. But there would be no love in that. Because love needs mystery. And love needs faith. And love needs reliance on something bigger than yourself. Love needs some kind of trust in ideas that are bigger than self and better and things that are not even explainable. If you know everything then please hit me with a brick or write to me or shoot me. And get me to somehow stop with trusting in invisible forces.
FAITHoFACT.
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How in the world can I have faith through or even over the facts of the horrors of this world? I cannot even dare admit that I could. But I always want to have the facts. The older I get, the more I put away childish things like faith. Not that faith can't be bad. I mean it is bad to have faith in the wrong thing. Ezpecially when the facts say so. But facts are not all here. And somehow faith must be the first instinct or door to life and destiny. But you can get mad at these words. I know that I have got mad at these words during most of my life. And I don't want to believe these words at all. But somehow I have been told to rely on not my own understanding. I am not to lean on any of that. That is not my base or my root. My root needs to go beyond my weak understanding of life and everything because I cannot even comprehend all the facts. And if I had the facts then I would feel obligated to love, to do right, out of duty or something bad. I would somehow understand all things and all mysteries and everything. And I would know that I would have to love and live and do best and maybe jump on trampolines or dive in deep into the ocean for buried treasures or wonder. But there would be no love in that. Because love needs mystery. And love needs faith. And love needs reliance on something bigger than yourself. Love needs some kind of trust in ideas that are bigger than self and better and things that are not even explainable. If you know everything then please hit me with a brick or write to me or shoot me. And get me to somehow stop with trusting in invisible forces.
WAIToBATE.
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WAIToBATE.
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I cannot wait for what is coming next. I cannot wait for opportunity. I will rather bait my opportunity to come a bit sooner. Why not, huh? I don't want to wait thru faith and prepare for life and for destiny and for love and for serving and for living and all and for even for all the facts and everything. I want everything now. I want to know what I will be doing tomorrow, exactly. I want to know who I will marry. I want to know who is going to win the basketball NBA finals. I want to know everything. But I don't want to live or do anything. I want all the answers and I want to know it all. I want to be certain. I don't want to be not certain. Even while I talk to people on the side of the streets and everything. While I talk to people on the side of the streets and everything, I don't want to wait for the opportunity to tell them what they need to hear. I want to tell them right now. I want to have a strong confident secure adult Corey Gaus voice life seriousness that is intense as the life of ghetto perfection or determination that can go or do something. But never mind all those words. There is more. And these are encouragement words. Jus wait to understand them better. I want to have cute humor laughing and joy spasm and understanding and the local Hawaiian feel of dr. K, of sir Kealoha Irvine. And I want the cute quietness and patience maybe sometimes and the life and the sparkles and maybe kind of the looks of the Martina Pound of our team and everything. I want the heart pounding life of Jess franklin. And must I say more? I want the spiritually gifted and spiritually discerning arts and spirits and musical spasm and life and joy and lion tiger grr of hope and destiny and contagious joy and contagious attitude and riddiculas joy and a bunch of hair of even young but wonderfully daring blonde surfing youth pastor and wannabe my mentor of the soul and art of even Lincoln Hawk. Or the professional arts and talking communication and elaboration of even Fulton Hawk. And the charm and the jazz and the art ness of Rob Noland, my director of Revolution Hawaii. Our director. But then there is the talented Dee Noland.... and there are people that I have met everywhere... all around the world. No kidding this. But I must not try to bait people to follow me or to love me or anything. People shouldn't follow me. We all got to follow destiny. And that is the bottom line.
Wait, you sinisters evil of this world. Your judgment will come. You will be exile or even grounded. And for everyone else, listen to this Pirates of the Carribeans music and wait while your party is reached. Just kidding. But this would be the place where I conclude with all that I have said and make you want to wait. I will make you want to wait. And what is better than that?
WAIToBATE.
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I cannot wait for what is coming next. I cannot wait for opportunity. I will rather bait my opportunity to come a bit sooner. Why not, huh? I don't want to wait thru faith and prepare for life and for destiny and for love and for serving and for living and all and for even for all the facts and everything. I want everything now. I want to know what I will be doing tomorrow, exactly. I want to know who I will marry. I want to know who is going to win the basketball NBA finals. I want to know everything. But I don't want to live or do anything. I want all the answers and I want to know it all. I want to be certain. I don't want to be not certain. Even while I talk to people on the side of the streets and everything. While I talk to people on the side of the streets and everything, I don't want to wait for the opportunity to tell them what they need to hear. I want to tell them right now. I want to have a strong confident secure adult Corey Gaus voice life seriousness that is intense as the life of ghetto perfection or determination that can go or do something. But never mind all those words. There is more. And these are encouragement words. Jus wait to understand them better. I want to have cute humor laughing and joy spasm and understanding and the local Hawaiian feel of dr. K, of sir Kealoha Irvine. And I want the cute quietness and patience maybe sometimes and the life and the sparkles and maybe kind of the looks of the Martina Pound of our team and everything. I want the heart pounding life of Jess franklin. And must I say more? I want the spiritually gifted and spiritually discerning arts and spirits and musical spasm and life and joy and lion tiger grr of hope and destiny and contagious joy and contagious attitude and riddiculas joy and a bunch of hair of even young but wonderfully daring blonde surfing youth pastor and wannabe my mentor of the soul and art of even Lincoln Hawk. Or the professional arts and talking communication and elaboration of even Fulton Hawk. And the charm and the jazz and the art ness of Rob Noland, my director of Revolution Hawaii. Our director. But then there is the talented Dee Noland.... and there are people that I have met everywhere... all around the world. No kidding this. But I must not try to bait people to follow me or to love me or anything. People shouldn't follow me. We all got to follow destiny. And that is the bottom line.
Wait, you sinisters evil of this world. Your judgment will come. You will be exile or even grounded. And for everyone else, listen to this Pirates of the Carribeans music and wait while your party is reached. Just kidding. But this would be the place where I conclude with all that I have said and make you want to wait. I will make you want to wait. And what is better than that?
MOMENToDONUT.
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MOMENToDONUT.
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I never want to be in the moment. I am always waiting for the next donut. I am always here, so to speak, but I am also there. But if I am here then I should be here, right? How many times have I said that. If you know me then you should agree. I am suppose to wait for the right moment in life. I cannot rush into things. I don't care how many times that your friends told you that the bike ramp was ready. Let's test it before we rest it, I mean play and ramp over it and all that. I mean, I have been on bikes and rode them for miles and miles and almost got killed in the mist of my whole life. But now I am in Hawaii and now I am risking my life. And it is so hard but I could never wait for the moment. I want a donut. I almost ate a donut like yesterday. But that was yesterday and today is another day and it is a day to shine and all that.
MOMENToDONUT.
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I never want to be in the moment. I am always waiting for the next donut. I am always here, so to speak, but I am also there. But if I am here then I should be here, right? How many times have I said that. If you know me then you should agree. I am suppose to wait for the right moment in life. I cannot rush into things. I don't care how many times that your friends told you that the bike ramp was ready. Let's test it before we rest it, I mean play and ramp over it and all that. I mean, I have been on bikes and rode them for miles and miles and almost got killed in the mist of my whole life. But now I am in Hawaii and now I am risking my life. And it is so hard but I could never wait for the moment. I want a donut. I almost ate a donut like yesterday. But that was yesterday and today is another day and it is a day to shine and all that.
Bus.
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Bus.
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RevHi guys are catching the bus. Except for K, who does ministry elsewhere. But Rob got us March The Bus passes. And now I am more free like a bird to talk to people. I can talk about how I feel about talking about people. I can talk about my weakness that I see in it all. But I should rather talk about how I am being transformed in it all. It is tough in riding the bus. It gets crowded, often. But I may meet hot college students. I mean, I may make a difference in others, somehow. And I can now get to know Hawaii like the back of my hand. And as I look at the back of my hand I somehow notice this scare like scratch like scab like cut like line. Oh, I was opening a can of spam. Those cans. I was at the corps. I mean, the church. But life is like that. But you take what get and you don't let those things get you down. And when I get down I can then want a donut. And I will not want to really live life. But God is like telling me to not let that stop me from the hopes and dreams of what is best in life and all that jazz.
Bus.
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RevHi guys are catching the bus. Except for K, who does ministry elsewhere. But Rob got us March The Bus passes. And now I am more free like a bird to talk to people. I can talk about how I feel about talking about people. I can talk about my weakness that I see in it all. But I should rather talk about how I am being transformed in it all. It is tough in riding the bus. It gets crowded, often. But I may meet hot college students. I mean, I may make a difference in others, somehow. And I can now get to know Hawaii like the back of my hand. And as I look at the back of my hand I somehow notice this scare like scratch like scab like cut like line. Oh, I was opening a can of spam. Those cans. I was at the corps. I mean, the church. But life is like that. But you take what get and you don't let those things get you down. And when I get down I can then want a donut. And I will not want to really live life. But God is like telling me to not let that stop me from the hopes and dreams of what is best in life and all that jazz.
Week In Review.
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Week In Review.
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The last week was a good week. And I am continuing to remember to stay positive. But I am not totally sure what that means. But things are getting better. Some things get the same. And I won't mention anything about our lack of food. I remember seeing Sweeney Todd and thinking about how Johnny Depp's character sought revenge because it seem like his wife was murdered. I saw that last week, last Monday. And it is tough to love anybody. He was a barber. And I would not mind slicing the throats of people tat I run into. We don't live in London but we all deserve to die, like he said, or He said. But anyways, that was a musical movie. It had everything in it. And it started the week in fashion. I mean, the last two Sundays, I played two hours of Halo 2 with friends. But what is that to you? And on Tuesdays, I am at the YMCA. I help kids with their homework. I am like a tutor. But first I am at the River Of Life to watch dishes for two hours. And then I am the YMCA for about two hours. And this is all after lunch. Before lunch, we workout and study. I usually play basketball. We start all that at 6:30am during every day but for Sunday and Monday. But I try waking up early each day... but never mind that... and I would love to talk about my priorities and desire to be well structure.... but back to the schedule... we are reading through the whole Bible. About an hour each day. And we log it, write it, in our soap journals. Soap stands for scriptures, observation, prayer. And I will have to say more about that later. But we try talking about what we are learning from the most famous book in history and all time and of today. And we talk about books and we sometimes have guest lectures to teach us things from 10am to 12pm (those two hours). So, the afternoons are the time for volunteer sites. And on Tuesday, we have Bible study at Rob's house. We usually watch a Rob Bell video and then talk about it for two hours. Wednesday, I spend time out in the streets and in this one neighborhood called Major Wrights. And I volunteer at the Palama Settlement. Or how do you spell that. Thursday, I volunteer at the Adult Day Care that Salvation Army has. Then I rush over to the Club3:16 that we are doing at Major Wrights housing for all the kids. Then Bible study at the corps (Salvation Army church). Friday's schedule has time for cleanup, grocery shopping, team meetings, writing letters to ask for support and such... and then we help out with another youth club time at the church, again. We come with a van and the pick up the kids from the hood. And then their is a youth group after that. And at the same time, they have a Bible study for those going through addiction recovery. And there is icecream there. And amazing souls in those groups. And the praising or sing is amazing. And Saturday has us out back in the hood to meet with people and become friends with them and who knows what. And I have met so many... and I think that it is worth it... if you believe in planting seeds. And we use to go hiking on Saturdays. But we use that time now to spend time with people. But it is not like lame old door to door ministry for all you wondering out there. I know that there is a lot of doubt in reading all that I write. And there is nothing I can do to remove your doubt. I believe in planting seeds and in loving others. And I write letters to people on the streets. Right now, the paper I use is yellow. But that is a good thing. And we play sports during that night. And then we go out to feed the homeless with sandwishes. Oh wait, that is not politically correct. I mean we do a service for those out there. Ok, happy now? And I guess I won't slice out your throat then.
Week In Review.
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The last week was a good week. And I am continuing to remember to stay positive. But I am not totally sure what that means. But things are getting better. Some things get the same. And I won't mention anything about our lack of food. I remember seeing Sweeney Todd and thinking about how Johnny Depp's character sought revenge because it seem like his wife was murdered. I saw that last week, last Monday. And it is tough to love anybody. He was a barber. And I would not mind slicing the throats of people tat I run into. We don't live in London but we all deserve to die, like he said, or He said. But anyways, that was a musical movie. It had everything in it. And it started the week in fashion. I mean, the last two Sundays, I played two hours of Halo 2 with friends. But what is that to you? And on Tuesdays, I am at the YMCA. I help kids with their homework. I am like a tutor. But first I am at the River Of Life to watch dishes for two hours. And then I am the YMCA for about two hours. And this is all after lunch. Before lunch, we workout and study. I usually play basketball. We start all that at 6:30am during every day but for Sunday and Monday. But I try waking up early each day... but never mind that... and I would love to talk about my priorities and desire to be well structure.... but back to the schedule... we are reading through the whole Bible. About an hour each day. And we log it, write it, in our soap journals. Soap stands for scriptures, observation, prayer. And I will have to say more about that later. But we try talking about what we are learning from the most famous book in history and all time and of today. And we talk about books and we sometimes have guest lectures to teach us things from 10am to 12pm (those two hours). So, the afternoons are the time for volunteer sites. And on Tuesday, we have Bible study at Rob's house. We usually watch a Rob Bell video and then talk about it for two hours. Wednesday, I spend time out in the streets and in this one neighborhood called Major Wrights. And I volunteer at the Palama Settlement. Or how do you spell that. Thursday, I volunteer at the Adult Day Care that Salvation Army has. Then I rush over to the Club3:16 that we are doing at Major Wrights housing for all the kids. Then Bible study at the corps (Salvation Army church). Friday's schedule has time for cleanup, grocery shopping, team meetings, writing letters to ask for support and such... and then we help out with another youth club time at the church, again. We come with a van and the pick up the kids from the hood. And then their is a youth group after that. And at the same time, they have a Bible study for those going through addiction recovery. And there is icecream there. And amazing souls in those groups. And the praising or sing is amazing. And Saturday has us out back in the hood to meet with people and become friends with them and who knows what. And I have met so many... and I think that it is worth it... if you believe in planting seeds. And we use to go hiking on Saturdays. But we use that time now to spend time with people. But it is not like lame old door to door ministry for all you wondering out there. I know that there is a lot of doubt in reading all that I write. And there is nothing I can do to remove your doubt. I believe in planting seeds and in loving others. And I write letters to people on the streets. Right now, the paper I use is yellow. But that is a good thing. And we play sports during that night. And then we go out to feed the homeless with sandwishes. Oh wait, that is not politically correct. I mean we do a service for those out there. Ok, happy now? And I guess I won't slice out your throat then.
L4?
2008.3.2.m.
L4.
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What am I living for? What are yo living for? L4 is a super important question. I try asking people about this because it is the first half to my motto and slogan and mission in life. And what is better? Ain nothing better? And I will tell you that you must never let anybody tell you what to believe. You must never ever be forced into what you believe. because how can you really believe it then? I mean, you must somehow decide to believe it from depths of your own souls. Never be a robot and let people make decisions or destiny paths for you at all. Why not. I am not sure. But you must. I must. We must all be strong and confident in what we believe. Believe in whatever you want. If you do not want to believe in God or anything then that is fine with me. I cannot convince you into anything. I mean, I would love to try to convince you into believing the destiny and path and life and all that is within what I believe but I must not do that. I never know if my words truly make a difference or not. But I will speak and pray that I be heard.
Go live out what you love. That is all I will ask. Find out what you love so dearly and then ask yourself if you are willing to live it and to die for it... even harder, I would ask you to live it out and to really live it in each day and each word and each expression over depression and all that. I must ask myself that.
But I want you to know that there aint nothing better. I mean, what is good to the last drop? What can save all eternity and all that. Just keep your eyes open for what is best in life. If you are reading this then just remember that I care. When I write this I have an eye on who might be reading this. But I am not exactly sure what you are thinking. But I would love to hear from you. But I know that life must be lived with a passion and a heart that is stronger than anything.
L4.
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What am I living for? What are yo living for? L4 is a super important question. I try asking people about this because it is the first half to my motto and slogan and mission in life. And what is better? Ain nothing better? And I will tell you that you must never let anybody tell you what to believe. You must never ever be forced into what you believe. because how can you really believe it then? I mean, you must somehow decide to believe it from depths of your own souls. Never be a robot and let people make decisions or destiny paths for you at all. Why not. I am not sure. But you must. I must. We must all be strong and confident in what we believe. Believe in whatever you want. If you do not want to believe in God or anything then that is fine with me. I cannot convince you into anything. I mean, I would love to try to convince you into believing the destiny and path and life and all that is within what I believe but I must not do that. I never know if my words truly make a difference or not. But I will speak and pray that I be heard.
Go live out what you love. That is all I will ask. Find out what you love so dearly and then ask yourself if you are willing to live it and to die for it... even harder, I would ask you to live it out and to really live it in each day and each word and each expression over depression and all that. I must ask myself that.
But I want you to know that there aint nothing better. I mean, what is good to the last drop? What can save all eternity and all that. Just keep your eyes open for what is best in life. If you are reading this then just remember that I care. When I write this I have an eye on who might be reading this. But I am not exactly sure what you are thinking. But I would love to hear from you. But I know that life must be lived with a passion and a heart that is stronger than anything.
Support.
2008.3.2.m.
Support.
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I want everyone to know why I am still asking for financial support. I mean, there are two main reasons why I have not recieved enough support from friends and family. First, it is because those who would support me are already supporting missionaries, already. Second, however, is because there is some kind of doubt in the program. Or, they may have not enough money. But even a penny would be appreciated. But if you are interested in supporting me then make the check payable to The Salvation Army but with my name (Jo Arnold) on the memo. And mail it to The Salvation Army:
Revolution Hawaii
2950 Manoa Road
Honolulu, HI 96822
But you must understand that I have recieved about $1,500 of my needed $4,000. I am almost half way. And that is all I need. And would you like to be part of this? I will forever remember you. And I know it is hard to believe in programs like this. But what is better than to reach out to people. And that is what I am doing. That is what my team mates, here, are doing. And remember that Revolution Hawaii is a year-long missionary training program that teaches students, between the ages of 18-28, to love God by loving others. And I am learning this.
And I hate to beg. But I will strongly suggest that you help. And remember that I do plan to serve God for the rest of my life. And you could plant a seed into my ministry. That is, if you believe in me. Or better yet, if you believe in God who is working through me. But don't take my word for it. Check out Revolution Hawaii's official website: http://www.revolutionhawaii.com.
Support.
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L.2008.3.3.m.5ahj.L4.ml.
I want everyone to know why I am still asking for financial support. I mean, there are two main reasons why I have not recieved enough support from friends and family. First, it is because those who would support me are already supporting missionaries, already. Second, however, is because there is some kind of doubt in the program. Or, they may have not enough money. But even a penny would be appreciated. But if you are interested in supporting me then make the check payable to The Salvation Army but with my name (Jo Arnold) on the memo. And mail it to The Salvation Army:
Revolution Hawaii
2950 Manoa Road
Honolulu, HI 96822
But you must understand that I have recieved about $1,500 of my needed $4,000. I am almost half way. And that is all I need. And would you like to be part of this? I will forever remember you. And I know it is hard to believe in programs like this. But what is better than to reach out to people. And that is what I am doing. That is what my team mates, here, are doing. And remember that Revolution Hawaii is a year-long missionary training program that teaches students, between the ages of 18-28, to love God by loving others. And I am learning this.
And I hate to beg. But I will strongly suggest that you help. And remember that I do plan to serve God for the rest of my life. And you could plant a seed into my ministry. That is, if you believe in me. Or better yet, if you believe in God who is working through me. But don't take my word for it. Check out Revolution Hawaii's official website: http://www.revolutionhawaii.com.
Skate.
2008.3.2.m.
Skate.
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Friday (2008.2.28), some of us were ice skating. Now, don't think that all I do is ice skate in Hawaii. I was hanging with our youth group. I was spending time with the youth. And sorry for defending myself. Maybe I shouldn't care what you think. But this was my second time at skating. But I was nervous at ice skating.
Skate.
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Friday (2008.2.28), some of us were ice skating. Now, don't think that all I do is ice skate in Hawaii. I was hanging with our youth group. I was spending time with the youth. And sorry for defending myself. Maybe I shouldn't care what you think. But this was my second time at skating. But I was nervous at ice skating.
Cart.
2008.3.2.m.
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Sunday (yesterday: 2008.3.2): right after church, I went out to tent city and was looking for Aunt Liz. But then I ended up chatting with B about how he got his nickname from an amazing girl, about his life and all. His feet are messed up. I pushed him in a cart all the way up to Saint Andrews (some church, I guess). And he told me to wait in line for food. But they wouldn't let me get two plates of food. I let him have my plate. I wheeled him to a nearby pole. On the sidewalk. Soon there was a puddle that was seeping off the sidewalk. He said he was sorry. But I clarified that when you got to go then you got to go. But he would rather go and be in my shoes. I told him that he could. It is only a matter of time before one can do anything. My dad is alcoholic, too. I actually pushed a homeless man down so many blocks in a broken cart. I stood in line for food alongside other drug addicts. I heard comversations about treatments, doctors, drugs, and other scary topics. I felt too clean to be there. The priest went right by me. The blue collar pasotr man quickly conversed a few words to some of the guys. And we were at Saint Andrew. It must of been Catholic. And the priest never said a word to me. I got sad about that. But what can you do? Here I was, all alone. And most of the food servers were teens. I told them thanks. But I wonder if they knew that I was homeless or not. Because I am not. Maybe I should of talk to Andrew. I mean, to the priest and those other guys. But he must of been about forty years old. But never mind the food. We ate at the bus stop which was near by. And pigeons and other such birds are everywhere. And people were eating on the grass and everywhere. And there was rice, potatoes, vegitables, donuts, bagels, and even Starbucks bottled iced coffee. Tjis is hwere I give a shoutout to my Kentucky Jen friend. But never mind that and Starbucks. But no offense. But I felt the pain of the homeless people while waiting in line for almost an hour. And I told B, the one that I was pushing in the cart, about how we have things in common. He always says hi to almost everyone that he passes by. And I love talking to people. He is about 28. Not 38. Opps. But his other friend was that old. His other friend helped me puch the cart to Saint Andrews. But then I pushed the cart back. And B's friends did eat in the grass because the bus stop is too close to the cars and the noise and everything. But I also ran in my friend, L, who was looking as good as ever. I saw him while pushing the cart across a street, while some cards fell out of my bag. I quickly started picking up the cards. And L was encouraging me to hurry because the food was about to be served. And I also had a basketball in one bag. But L looked good. And what can I say. But we ran into Tom and a bunch of other homies. And it was one day that I can talk all day about. Because it was a day that I had no agenda and I let God... I mean, sorry... but there is so much to be said, here. The stories are endless. I took the bus to The Salvation Army church. And the bus drivers were nice to have guided me there. And then my whole afternoon was spent with people with no homes. And now I am writing this on my day off. And how can I put that any other way? Could you put that any other way? Is there any other way? But when the world says no way then you can say Yahweh. But if you don't get that then just remember that you can become all that you can be if you follow God, completely. And by the way, I had to find my way to pearl city to where we have upper room. And if you are wondering about that then I will just say that I am talking about evening service... or some kind of religious meeting. Did I say enough?
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Sunday (yesterday: 2008.3.2): right after church, I went out to tent city and was looking for Aunt Liz. But then I ended up chatting with B about how he got his nickname from an amazing girl, about his life and all. His feet are messed up. I pushed him in a cart all the way up to Saint Andrews (some church, I guess). And he told me to wait in line for food. But they wouldn't let me get two plates of food. I let him have my plate. I wheeled him to a nearby pole. On the sidewalk. Soon there was a puddle that was seeping off the sidewalk. He said he was sorry. But I clarified that when you got to go then you got to go. But he would rather go and be in my shoes. I told him that he could. It is only a matter of time before one can do anything. My dad is alcoholic, too. I actually pushed a homeless man down so many blocks in a broken cart. I stood in line for food alongside other drug addicts. I heard comversations about treatments, doctors, drugs, and other scary topics. I felt too clean to be there. The priest went right by me. The blue collar pasotr man quickly conversed a few words to some of the guys. And we were at Saint Andrew. It must of been Catholic. And the priest never said a word to me. I got sad about that. But what can you do? Here I was, all alone. And most of the food servers were teens. I told them thanks. But I wonder if they knew that I was homeless or not. Because I am not. Maybe I should of talk to Andrew. I mean, to the priest and those other guys. But he must of been about forty years old. But never mind the food. We ate at the bus stop which was near by. And pigeons and other such birds are everywhere. And people were eating on the grass and everywhere. And there was rice, potatoes, vegitables, donuts, bagels, and even Starbucks bottled iced coffee. Tjis is hwere I give a shoutout to my Kentucky Jen friend. But never mind that and Starbucks. But no offense. But I felt the pain of the homeless people while waiting in line for almost an hour. And I told B, the one that I was pushing in the cart, about how we have things in common. He always says hi to almost everyone that he passes by. And I love talking to people. He is about 28. Not 38. Opps. But his other friend was that old. His other friend helped me puch the cart to Saint Andrews. But then I pushed the cart back. And B's friends did eat in the grass because the bus stop is too close to the cars and the noise and everything. But I also ran in my friend, L, who was looking as good as ever. I saw him while pushing the cart across a street, while some cards fell out of my bag. I quickly started picking up the cards. And L was encouraging me to hurry because the food was about to be served. And I also had a basketball in one bag. But L looked good. And what can I say. But we ran into Tom and a bunch of other homies. And it was one day that I can talk all day about. Because it was a day that I had no agenda and I let God... I mean, sorry... but there is so much to be said, here. The stories are endless. I took the bus to The Salvation Army church. And the bus drivers were nice to have guided me there. And then my whole afternoon was spent with people with no homes. And now I am writing this on my day off. And how can I put that any other way? Could you put that any other way? Is there any other way? But when the world says no way then you can say Yahweh. But if you don't get that then just remember that you can become all that you can be if you follow God, completely. And by the way, I had to find my way to pearl city to where we have upper room. And if you are wondering about that then I will just say that I am talking about evening service... or some kind of religious meeting. Did I say enough?
Next Year.
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Next Year.
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Next year, I plan to do something extraordinary. Now, you know that i have often said that you need to wait for things. But you also must prepare for the next steps in life. And you must wait. But you must prepare, too. And that is where this story comes in. And would you like to know the details? And I could talk about moving to California. And I could talk about my friend who will guide me there. And I could tell you how I will start a normal life. And I will start earning life. And how about that? It will probably happen. Just wait for September. And then I will add the details. I know that I must prepare for it. But I know that I must wait for it.
But you must wait for next year too. Don't worry about next year too much. But do prepare. Don't just wait and do nothing. I mean, you must wait in due respect and in some cases and such. But you must also stay on the path and on the mark and on the move and on the guard and with a smile and joy and all that.
Next Year.
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Next year, I plan to do something extraordinary. Now, you know that i have often said that you need to wait for things. But you also must prepare for the next steps in life. And you must wait. But you must prepare, too. And that is where this story comes in. And would you like to know the details? And I could talk about moving to California. And I could talk about my friend who will guide me there. And I could tell you how I will start a normal life. And I will start earning life. And how about that? It will probably happen. Just wait for September. And then I will add the details. I know that I must prepare for it. But I know that I must wait for it.
But you must wait for next year too. Don't worry about next year too much. But do prepare. Don't just wait and do nothing. I mean, you must wait in due respect and in some cases and such. But you must also stay on the path and on the mark and on the move and on the guard and with a smile and joy and all that.
Go.
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Go.
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I must follow my guts and go. But go where? Sometimes going can be of nothing. Go no where. Or go somewhere. I mean, it all depends on what is best.
Go.
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I must follow my guts and go. But go where? Sometimes going can be of nothing. Go no where. Or go somewhere. I mean, it all depends on what is best.
Wake Me.
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Wake Me.
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I need something to wake me up. I need that ever so often. And it is hard for me to ask for such things but I must.
Wake Me.
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I need something to wake me up. I need that ever so often. And it is hard for me to ask for such things but I must.
Clueless.
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Clueless.
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I am just clueless. Even while pushing my homeless friend on a cart. I can spend time with the homeless. And I did on Sunday (2008.3.2). But does that really make a difference? I doubt it. But I shouldn't. I should trust in seeds, miracles, and the impossible.
Clueless.
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I am just clueless. Even while pushing my homeless friend on a cart. I can spend time with the homeless. And I did on Sunday (2008.3.2). But does that really make a difference? I doubt it. But I shouldn't. I should trust in seeds, miracles, and the impossible.
Focus.
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Focus.
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How can I stay focus while in the nix of a busy schedule heart? Because I can't wait. I am always clueless about everything. How many times have we multitasked through life? I know that I do that all the time.
Focus.
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How can I stay focus while in the nix of a busy schedule heart? Because I can't wait. I am always clueless about everything. How many times have we multitasked through life? I know that I do that all the time.
HEROoMONSTER.
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HEROoMONSTER.
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Mica is five years old but he favors them over super heroes. Last night (2008.3.2.s), I chatted with him and my other brown friend. But then I concluded that there is one super hero that is tougher and better than any mean monster. And can you guess who he was? Not Spiderman, Superman, or even the legendary Batman... not the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.... or the Power Rangers,,, instead, it was Jesus... then he had to leave.... he goes to a different church with his mom. But its all good. Really. And then I was at a friends house to play Halo 2. And I am getting better. Oh man. But God will always be my hero.
HEROoMONSTER.
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Mica is five years old but he favors them over super heroes. Last night (2008.3.2.s), I chatted with him and my other brown friend. But then I concluded that there is one super hero that is tougher and better than any mean monster. And can you guess who he was? Not Spiderman, Superman, or even the legendary Batman... not the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.... or the Power Rangers,,, instead, it was Jesus... then he had to leave.... he goes to a different church with his mom. But its all good. Really. And then I was at a friends house to play Halo 2. And I am getting better. Oh man. But God will always be my hero.
Shadows.
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Shadows.
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Shadows always do scare me down at night. But it is often because I do not STOPthruSTEP. But I got to be careful in what I say.
Shadows.
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Shadows always do scare me down at night. But it is often because I do not STOPthruSTEP. But I got to be careful in what I say.
Fire.
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Fire.
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I need fire in my soul but not on my head, yeah?
Fire.
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I need fire in my soul but not on my head, yeah?
Water.
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Water.
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Water is here to cleanse but not to drown me, yeah?
Water.
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Water is here to cleanse but not to drown me, yeah?
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