Today's Post is Guest Authored by the very funny Justin Gawel .
Fine. Just go. I take back every virtual thing I ever virtually felt towards you. You know this is such typical you; try to give me a good poking one day and sever all ties the next. I thought what we had something special; I thought this was about commitment and building an impersonal Internet friendship together.
I knew it all. I was the king of my youth group, the king of Awana. I led worship (despite my voice). I taught Bible studies at my school. I planned on seminary. I went to a Christian college. I was cynical because I wasn’t sure that the God that was being worshipped (in between so many songs and verses about ourselves) could send the universe spinning and become man and die and be raised again. The God I kept hearing about was too weak.
Written by Drew Curle, Esq.
I recently watched "The Lost Boys" for the first time. It was on TV, and it was very late. I did not really want to be watching this movie. And yet it pulled me in. This is because what I had assumed to be nothing but an 80's camp-fest is actually an insight into the mind of the contemporary hipster.