Peer Editing

Hey all, I am finished with my book now; I am looking for some people who would be in a peer editing group. I would ask that you read the rough copy of the book and meet with me and others to discuss your thoughts, pros and cons about the book, and its premise etc. In order to be a part of this just respond to this blog.
Thanks for all your help in making this a reality.
-Jeff

What if you could change your past?

I read about some of the people I went to High School with, what they are doing now, how much they have done, where they have been. It makes me wonder, would I have ever finished school if I had never been sick? What if I had never gotten cancer? Where would I be? I stop for a while and wonder what the people who were around me then would think of me now. I am pulled constantly between the yearnings of earthly success and Godly success, struggling to find which one is which. Why I wish to be successful, but fail to see it when I am. I wish to have had normalcy, but fail to see the beauty in the things I have done. I have set foot on 3 of 7 continents, and yet it seems like more of an accomplishment to have thrown a frat party, or gone to NYC with my friends. I have built homes for poor people in Mexico, yet it seems like I should have just gotten my degree and gone to get a job. I have set up two couples and they are either happily married or engaged, but I cannot find a date. I am looking for validation to my life in the places that I will never find it. Yet I continue to stand here, waiting, waiting for you to say I am worth the space I take up, and the oxygen I use.

The Bubble needs to pop!

I was in a Christian bookstore the other day. This statement has so many things wrong with it; is the building itself Christian is that what makes it a Christian Bookstore, is it because there are bibles or Christian related materials, is it because Christian's work there? None of these seem to make enough of an argument for why we call it a Christian bookstore, even if it is all three. Continuing on, I am deeply disturbed every time I enter one of these establishments. First, they seem so unfriendly, uninviting. Second I just want to scream out obscenities while I am in there. There is no other place in the world that I would rather drop the F bomb. We don't get it. We don't even know what the question is. How could we ever think that some person who doesn't know who Jesus is, or doesn't know what Christianity is really about would wander into one of these places? And if they did, are we happy with the representation that they are of us?

I miss a friend

Where do we go when we are gone? When our lives shuffle off this mortal coil, when our life string is finally cut, the candle is finally snuffed out? Where do we go? Is it what we take with us or what we leave behind that matters most? Why do the ones who grace our lives for a moment, make us feel so much pain when they are gone? Billy was my friend, we worked together and made fun of customers, we never worked too hard, and never did we not have fun. Where he has gone I do not know. My only hope is that I will see him again someday.You will be missed.-Your friend

What Would you Do?

In September of 2002 I was told that I had cancer. It was Thyroid cancer, what they didn't know yet was what type of Thyroid Cancer it was. Either I was going to have a surgery and some radiation therapy and slowly work towards getting better. Or I was going to die before Christmas. I was only 20. The results of the tests that determined what type of cancer it was would take 5 days. What would you have done if for 5 days you thought you were going to die in 12 weeks?