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American Express is running this competition to see who can find the most creative idea for a community project. They will donate $5 million to the best idea. This is mine:
Project ID: 02290
Date Posted: 5/31
Project Description:According
to the Federal Reserve, U.S. revolving debt exceeded $880 billion as of
March 2007. Some 1.6 million U.S. households -- one of every 73 --
filed for bankruptcy in 2003. There are roughly 1.2 billion credit
cards in use in the United States. Average per household debt in the
U.S., not counting mortgage debt, is about $14,500. The average
interest rate on credit cards is 18.9 percent. Last year the credit
card industry took in $43 billion in card fees.
PROJECT IDEA: Wipe out personal debt... use donated money from major
credit cards to abolish debt. COMMUNITY INVOLVEMENT ENCOURAGED: churches donating tithe, families
sharing homes, neighbors sharing cars. Whatever it takes to un-burden
the American nation from the crippling factor of debt. This idea is still being processed, and American Express will probably never approve, but in case they do, I'll let you know so you can help vote for it.
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| I'm just coming to grasps, in small measures, that my world is entirely
separate from the world around me. A WorldVision e-mail just
informed me that 160,000 people in Mozambique have been currently
displaced by flooding.
 
Invisible Children is still working hard to stop the violent kidnapping
and brainwashing of innocent citizens in Uganda. Parts of the
world are in daily turmoil; living through car bombs, gun fire,
starvation and persecution. I know nothing of the pain that
exists in this world. Shouldn't I be discontent with life until
my brothers and sisters around the world are living in peace?
Wouldn't my concern reflect God's character more precisely?
I'm being broken daily, and the pain feels more healthy than I've felt in a long time.
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I just walked by the room of my 95 year-old great-grandmother, who
lives with us, only to find her laying down on her bed listening to
Hootie & the Blowfish on the radio.
There is absolute no importance to that. But I thought it so rare
that it was worth noting. "I wanna love you the best that, the
best that I can. Hold my hand. Hold my hand. (I want you to
do it baby) Hold my hand. I wanna love you (moan) the best that,
the best that I can (moan, moan)."
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| I wonder why post? At the heart of it, why keep any journal? Will I ever have the time to go back and stroll down through the days and questions of my life? Is it a milestone to mark time passed or a cry from within to be heard; to say something that needed to be said and finally to stand back and take in the accolade and pat myself on the back in self-satisfaction? No, I'm not trying to be mellencollie, though the rain and tonight's viewing of "Dead Poet's Society" does arouse the desire to be swift of word and poignant in thought; but I do wonder in my heart of hearts what I think my life amounts to. There is still that hunger deep inside to be a part of something truly great.
This post is because I don't have my journal nearby and some thoughts ask to be penned. My last entry wrote about the event for children in Sudan being forced into child warfare by the LRA. I never made it down that night... it rained and I was too tired or non-committal to make the journey downtown. That makes me a hypocrite. One thing that I picked out from my movie tonight was the drastic brevity of life. I don't "carpe diem". My yougest brother celebrated his graduation this weekend and I realized that is has been 4 years since my graduation; and the truth of it is that I'm quite certain I haven't siezed much at all. As a kid, I looked at every day as an eternity. My mind was only developed enough to comprehend today in itself and maybe what was coming tomorrow. But as I grew, the current of time began to flow with increasing strength. Now days are but a breath and I measure time in terms of weeks and months. I am sadened to think that it was two years ago that I backpacked through Europe with my bro; was that the one adventurous challenge I took part in? But the "wild at heart" desire to conquer is still in me and I want more. Yet it has come to my knowledge that no earthly adventure can fulfill, moreover I must submit myself to the greatest and most sacrificing challenge of all-- following Christ and throwing all into the wind with reckless abandone for the sake of seeking the Kingdom of God. So tonight, I wrestle in mind and heart. With life, in all it's fickleness, passing seamlessly along, I wrestle. That maybe, just maybe, something in my life might matter after I've passed and all have forgotten my existence.
No comments. This one is for me, in hope that I might remind myself to ward off meaninglessness. "O Captain, my captain." | | |
| This Saturday night, thousands of people across the nation are
migrating to the center of cities near them to spend the night in the
streets. They are people like you, who are declaring injustice
for the millions of Ugandan children who travel miles each night to
sleep in their cities in order to protect themselves from a guerrilla
army who kidnaps, murders and forcibly enlists children to do the same.
Please visit www.invisiblechildren.com and join me.
We all say that the genocide caused by Hitler and Pol Pot was
unspeakable and that we would have done something had we been
there. My friend, this is our holocaust.
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