The Lost Years of Merlin

So, I just finished one of the best series of books I think I've ever read. They're called The Lost Years of Merlin, by T.A. Barron. I highly recommend them. I think he now has found a place as one of my favorite authors. I'm reading another of his books now. It's called The Great Tree of Avalon: Child of the Dark Prophecy. Inside it says Book One, which means, I hope(!), it too will become a series. If you're going to read it, read The Lost Years of Merlin first, it will make more sense that way.

The Best Forward Ever!

A SPECIAL THANKS !
> >
> > I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble
> > to send me your chain letters over the past several years. Thank you for
> > making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.
> >
> >
> > Because of your concern...
> >
> >
> > I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet
> > stains.
> >
> >
> > I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make
> > these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.
> >
> >
> > I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes
> > cancer.
> >
> >
> > I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could
> > be
> > pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
> >
> >
> > I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell
> > like a water buffalo on a hot day.
> >
> >
> > I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me
> > with a Perfume sample and rob me.
> >
> >
> >
> > I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are
> > actually Al Qaeda in disguise.
> >
> >
> > I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't
> > support
> > our troops.
> >
> >
> >
> > I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial
> > a
> > stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with
> > calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.
> >
> >
> > I no longer eat prepackaged foods because the estrogens they
> > contain will turn me gay.
> >
> >
> > I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible
> >
> > mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
> >
> >
> > I no longer go to bars because someone will drug me and take my
> > kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.
> >
> >
> > Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers
> > if I
> > forward an email to 7 of my friends and make a wish within 5
> > minutes.
> >
> >
> > I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl
> > who has been dying for the past seven years.
> >
> >
> > I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I
> > receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for
> > participating in their special e-mail program.
> >
> >
> > I will now return the favor.
> >
> > If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the
> > next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will fly over your head at
> > 5:00 pm and the fleas of a thousand camels will infest your armpits.
> >
> > I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend
> > of a friend of a friend's neighbor's cousin, and he's a lawyer.



I was laughing soooooooo hard!

Oh, Canada...

I don't even know where to begin describing my week in Vancouver Canada. It was such an eye opener to me. Working in the part of town where the only tourists you're likely to see are lost ones, I really got to experience...reality. On Monday we did a prayer walk around town. I was terrified. Everything was just so open. It was legal to do drugs where we were, so nobody bothered to keep it hidden. I worked at a place called Mission Possible. For the first part of the day, we did secretary-type work, stuffing envelopes, etc. While my team and I were doing this, people were lining up outside of the doors, eagerly awaiting a free meal. When the doors opened at 1:00, I was in the kitchen preparing myself for an onslaught of horrible, thankless people. I've never been more wrong in my life. These people were so nice, and so greatful. I really bonded with so many people, and it broke my heart to see them there day after day. I was at such a loss for words to describe my feelings that I really wasn't sure what to say at our church group at nights. On Wednesday night, I completely broke down in tears. Cassie and I stayed after everyone else had left, just sobbing. We sat there for a good while, James prayed for us, and we, after a few more minutes, got up to go to bed(after talking to Lacy for a bit). But Wednesday evening, we went to street church. Street church was incredible. It was a church, right in the middle of all the drugs and everything. People came and got a free meal, and then could stay for the service. I had the privelige of helping to lead worship there. Several people gave testimonies, and one of the leaders from Canada spoke. And before we went to street church, we did another prayer walk. I felt so...uesd to it. I was seeing people I had met and served, and everything just seemed so normal. It was really hard, but at the same time, all too easy to leave on Friday morning. But I'm already eagerly awaiting next year's trip.