Only At Biola...

Recently, in my vast amounts of time spent on the internet and facebook stalking and what not, I came across a comment from a friend of mine on another friend's wall. I thought it was funny and such a typical Biola conversation.
*Names have been changed for privacy.

Chrissy:   (Jesus talking) Yo! listen up! This is my Father house! (flips table like a BA)
                 not yours..
                 ya hear?
                 take your ish and leave! 
                 I wish thats how it went down. maybe it did...

Missy:     if Jesus was from harlem. maybe in heaven you can reenact different temple scenarios                              with Him. just for kicks.
               AH! I can't wait to see Him.




Bible nerds.

World Civilizations II

"We learn from history that we learn nothing from history."

                  — George Bernard Shaw

If Only It Were That Easy

O P E N

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered.

Dear God,
Break my heart. Don't allow me to become numb. Help me to maintain a constant passion for you. Show me your will. Let your Holy Spirit work in me. Guide me. Use me. Help me to love others deeper, especially my enemies. Show me how to love like you have loved me. Rid me of my cynicism. Humble me. Be my comforter, my refuge. Teach me how to rely on you alone, O God. 
Sincerely,
Brittany

Genesis 10:8

"Cush fathered Nimrod; he was the first on earth to be a mighty man."

Oh really? Nimrod huh? God, you soo funny!