Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Prince Poppycock?

Sitting here in 111 Smith watching America's Got Talent. I've got to say, Prince Poppycock has officially creeped me out. Been here for a couple weeks in Azusa, CA where I am truly enjoy this place. There is a Chipotle across the street, and that's all that truly matters. I must say though the highlight so far has been Men's Chorale, or "Man Choir". We had a 3 day intensive camp in which we not only sight-read wonderful and beautiful peaces, but we truly experienced the love and message of Jesus Christ. The first night, the Man Choir veterans washed the feet of the incoming freshmen and prayed over us. Every day was filled with worship truly sang by people but not for people. This is truly a group of men that are in it for the right reasons. They are there for the glory of God, and that only. It is a truly special thing to be a part of.

The other night we had barefoot soccer on the Trinity Lawn. Germany prevailed.

This morning our Smithasaurus was killed by those in Adams Hall. We retaliated by marching him around their building while banging pots and pans and led him to the firepit and burned him.

Class starts tomorrow. Life is good. God is good.

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