November 23, 2003

  • What a wonderful weekend . . . Friday night turned out to fun . . . the Priest/Laurel/Single Adults activity was wierd. So wierd that it now turns out that it wasn't supposed to happen whoops. It's ok cause only 1 priest (mwa) and 4 laurels showed up . . . lol. so
    bouncy ball + icecream + tracting song + bald singles hitting on laurels = 7:00-8:30

    After the activity Ashley and Neichel came over to my house and we ate pizza , and then James and Neichel went to pick up Greg's custard for Sis. Cook while Ashley and I met up with them at the Cooks house. We tried to watch Mulan there, only their tv was haunted by "bob" who kept randomly and obnoxiously turning the tv off. Then we went home.

    Saturday morn I had swim practice than did some yard work then tried to get Niechel to figure out what they were doing then . . . "In the car I just can't wait, to pick you up on our very first date. Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame [and] dance? [I really] like [your sexy] hair Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear? I'm too scared of what you think. You make me nervous so I really can't [speak] . . ." (I had to make some modifications to blink's lyrics )

    So Ashley and I went to Olive Garden, but the wait was too long, so Ashley and I went to bd's Mongolian Barbeque. Good stuff. . . so after that we were going to meet up with Mary and Niechel and Megan and Garrett at Chimpy's, but they weren't done eating, so Ashley and I decided to see a movie instead.

    We saw Radio, and it was awesome! Now's not the time to soapbox on why I thought it was so awesome (well you see, the message fit in with Church teachings . . . ) It was really good and I had a really good time watching it with Ashley.

    After the movie we met up with the group at Caribu Coffee (for Hot Chocolate) and that was lots of fun. It was fun to be talking in a group (even if Mary and Megan decided to have a party in the bathroom) and sharing gum and laughing and being stupid cause I am so good at that and getting away with it and . . . *sigh* I felt happy.

    As I was taking Ashley home we realized that we still had some time, and so I suggested we find a park, and so she led me to Grays Lake. The actual lake. lol so we went walking on this path and it was one of those beautiful moments where the rain stopped and the fog clung to the inside of our lungs, warm fog, not cold. I loved the lights, orange and white and yellow and blue, that stretch over the lake in rippling streaks. The lake itself was a deep motionless and gray, reflecting the sky and the black skeletal trees perfectly. It was all so still, like liquid silver caught in time, unmoving in the mysterious shroud of fog. A nearby road created just enough hush for it to be silent. Clouds covered the sky, but if you looked closely they weren't just dark gray and dreary, they were pink and blue in splotches, and it was beautiful.

    As we returned to my car we stood there gazing at scenes from a movie: the lake and its beauty, two eerie buildings lit by a hazy gold light, a dim foggy wood, a dark house with a creepy van. We started to scare eachother talking about the scary guy who lives in that house and the murder that took place in my cul-de-sac and the creepy shape inside the creepy van that seemed to move everytime a car drove by and the kinds of things that happened on eeie, beautiful nights like that. It was thrilling.

    Ashley and I went on another walk around this hill. All of a sudden as we walked past the woods something moved under the foilage - we thought it was a person and it scared us to death, you should have seen us! I clutched Ashley so tightly in her white feather coat . . . we think it was a dog, but man I thought it was the crazy sex-offender who lives in that dark house.

    So the rest of the walk we held onto eachother so tightly I thought I would hurt her. It was such an eerie night with strange shapes that seemed to move around us and shadows and streetlights and red windows and some wierd guy watching tv standing up in his open garage. We made it back to the car safely , and "I will always remember the sound of the stereo, The dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair, That you twirled in your fingers, And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late, And this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked, So I jumped it and let you in" to my life. And I'm so glad.

    Driving home I felt so happy. Even in those awkward moments when I didn't know what to say, I was happy. Even when we just sat there and sang along to the stereo, I was happy; even when I was scared out of my wits, I was holding her and was happy. And I hope that I will be happy again soon.

Comments (5)

  • I had a lot of fun! We definatly need to do that again! Oh, and we are going to have a movie marathon! (Remember the Titans, and The Count of Monty Cristo!) Let me know when you are free, im pretty flexible

  • i like ur site very interesting. you have a very good view of life. but i have a question. who is Jesus Christ to you?  please respond ! i am praying for you! ~ roe  

  • What's this, eleven paragraphs of description, and not a single picture, and only twelve smileys? Come on Dan, you ain't got pictures? You got nothing!

  • You just want to see pictures of Ashley cause you know she's so Hot . . .

  • So, you asked me who Jesus Christ was. Honestly your question surprised me. It surprised me because I sometimes forget that people’s perceptions of the Christ can be different. My testimony of Jesus Christ comes from three main sources or experiences that I have had.

    My first experience with the LORD I don’t remember. I believe that before I was born I existed as a spirit child of God, and that before I was born I testified of Christ. My mother has often told me stories about how when I was really little I would cry at night saying that I “missed Jesus.” As a child I had a basic understanding of Christ. I loved him, and I knew that he loved me.

    My next big experience with the Lord Jesus Christ came when I was 12 years old. I chose to be baptized when I was 8, so I had a pretty good understanding of the Savior, but it wasn’t until I was 12 that I discovered one of the most important relationships between Christ and His disciples. I spent a week at a camp in Nauvoo Illinois. The town has major historical importance to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, which was headquartered there until it was driven out of the United States. There is a special feeling in that place, and I felt it very strongly when I visited the Carthage Jail. There, in 1844 the Prophet Joseph Smith was killed by a mob. I remember being so touched when I went there. I prayed to the Father in Jesus’ name, asking Him if Joseph Smith really was a Prophet. The feeling that swept over me intensely assured me that he was indeed a Prophet of God. The knowledge was sweet and clear, like a divine euphoria. It is through that feeling in my heart and mind, the voice of the Holy Ghost, that I am able to believe in Christ.

    You probably wonder why knowing that Joseph Smith was a Prophet helped me know and believe in Christ. Well, first of all, it taught me that God the Father answers prayers. If that is so, then all you have to do to believe in Christ is ask the Father. Second of all, it taught me that the Book of Mormon was true. Since the Book of Mormon is another testament of Christ, Jesus would have to be real for the book to be true. Perhaps most compelling of all is Joseph Smith’s own personal witness of the Son of God. I know with out a doubt that when Joseph was 14, God the Father and his Son Jesus appeared to before him to answer his question. I believe that Joseph saw them, two distinct personages. Later in his life and after another experience, Joseph Smith and Sigdney Rigdon testified, “And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony . . . which we give of him: That he lives! For we saw him, even on the right hand of God; and we heard the voice bearing record that he is the Only Begotten of the Father— That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God” (D&C 176:22-24) To that I add my own testimony, that Jesus does in fact live, that He is the only begotten Son of the Father in the flesh, that He is our advocate with the Father.

    My third experience with Jesus Christ is really just the relationship that I have now with him. Since that is very personal, I’ll just focus on a few things briefly. I believe in the Atonement of Jesus Christ. I’ve witnessed its miracles in my life and the lives of others. I believe that trough that Atonement all mankind may be saved by obedience the ordinances of Christ’s restored Gospel. I believe in repentence when we fail to live up to our covenants. I believe in the Scriptures, I know that they testify of Him. I believe that as we serve others, we really serve Him. I believe that we have reason to rejoice in Christ, and I strive to do so. He loves me, and I love him. I guess that is Christ to me. He is Jesus, the Jehovah, God of the Old Testament, Lamb of the New Testament. He is the Creater of all things, and He is our personal Redeemer. And He is my friend.

    See Also The Living Christ

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