“You’re living at a time of extremism, a time of revolution, a time when there’s got to be a change. People in power have misused it, and now there has to be a change and a better world has to be built and the only way it’s going to be built is with extreme methods. And I for one will join in with anyone, I don’t care what color you are, as long as you want to change this miserable condition that exists on this earth. Thank you.” Bookmark and Share Bookmark and Share


onething i have desired of the LORD

Well lovers and haters, I am currently in Kansas City, MO for the onething Conference. It's definitely been a roller coaster to remember. Spending the last days focusing on the Lord and things pertaining to the Spirit have been life changing. It seems that this conference will serve as a reference point; a moment of clarity, even a momument of sorts. Similiar to the BC/AD paradigm. Well, we'll see about that. Tonight is the last evening of the conference and although it's only been four days it feels like double; so much has been packed into a concise schedule.

At the core, this occasion has summoned a melange believers from across the globe. I believe 11,000 showed up. To me, that's a beautiful thing. To see the vibrance and heartbeat of Christians looking to further themselves is edifying. I've met a handful of people I'm going to keep in contact with, one of my aspirations in coming.

Although it bears my family, loved ones and earthly possessions, I loathe the thought returning to NYC. I long for the sense of community that accompanies the IHOP family. Who knows, I may end up here in the coming months.

Tonight the fellows and I will embark on a road trip back to Tennessee and ultimately back to NYC. One thing.


every saturday

Today I helped my cousin pack in preparation for her move. It seems she's found a "deluxe apartment in the sky" (in the Upper East). For some reason, it brought me think about the ways I spent other Saturdays in my short life. Studying and dying in New Hampshire, high on some kid's bedroom floor, in the Nyack breeze and under -----'s love. There have been so many Saturdays. In gratitude, I feel overwhelmed by the abundance of my experiences.

i moved!

I created an empty nest. Nevermore will I be the boy in the back of the house, living off of the fruit of my grandfather's fixed income. I've lived a life from a Coke bottle, embracing the cool, sticky sulphuric sweetness of it all.

I left my room in 141st vacant for the fourth time since 1999. i should have wrote this a week and two days ago but the intensity of it all was a bit much. I'm out; that is my lasting sentiment. I am free to make decisions and recant them on my own. Not that that hasn't been the case since birth, but now the weight solely rests itself on my shoulders. Is this all an illusion? Can a parent ever cease to worry and rock anxiety on her breast?

I shall soon find out.