Quick Note

Hello fellow friends and readers,

It has been way too long since I last wrote. It is in no way because I don't enjoy blogging anymore. It's actually because ever since I came back from Jolly-old London, I haven't even found time to sleep well. I have been running everywhere, working, researching, writing for classes, studying for GRE's, and then the eventual self-berating following the test taking.

Be that as it may, I promise I will be blogging on London, Obama's victory (WOOO), and what I have learned in life because of everything that has been going on lately. I will say this right quick though: If you did vote, I'm proud of you! I will be back to further my bloggin' very very soon I promise.

'Till then, I give you a photo of me in The Eagle and Child Pub in Oxford, England. This pub was a pivital meeting place of the famous C.S. Lewis and J.R. Tolkien where these two writers compared thier drafts on "The Chronicles of Narnia" and "The Lord of the Rings" respectively. It is also, if my sources were correct where Tolkien became a Christian thanks to Lewis' talks and love of Christ. Liz and I must have walked for an hour around this beautiful town until we found it with much joy!

Ryan and Liz's Big Exodus

It is about that time my fellow Americans. Liz and I shall embark on an amazing journey to London. The trip will be long, arduous, and full of awesome British stuff. I wish you all much love and I can't wait to come back and show you all pictures!

Love,
Ryan

P.S.-I'm turning off my phone because international minutes are a nightmare, and I want radio silence for the first time in my life other than when I am hiking.!

CHEERS!

GOALLLLLL!

And the crowd goes wild!!!

That was how the air felt the entire time I was at RFK stadium in Washington DC. The US national soccer team played Cuba for World Cup qualifying. The fans were ridiculous, and my friends were even more outrageous. It was the best game I have ever seen in my life...Even though I will probably be saying this again a week from now when I see Arsenal play Everton at North London.


USA 6 : Cuba 1

This game my friends was not just a win, it was a definite stomping! Here's my pics proving I was there:

The Pain of Ignorance


The ebb of life flows on in my life! Earlier today I learned about the Treaty of Versailles (You know, the one that stopped the intolerable trench warfare of World War 1?). Anyways, what I came to learn about it was that it was merely an armistice: a cease fire if you will. When you get down to it, the Germans didn't even have a chance to negotiate. The Allies (mainly the Italians, French, Americans, and the Brits) drafted a treaty behind closed doors, handed it to the Germans and practically said, "sign this and end the war or reject this and keep on fighting [insert 'you bastards' here]".

I find this a bit disconcerting, especially since this was the same time that President Wilson was trying to spread the ideals of his Fourteen Points. From the get-go, it was a total corruption of what the US was trying to do democratically; we held out on a peaceful negotiation with the Germans.

*The image is a picture from the trenches at Verdun...to this day one of the bloodiest battles in history. More than 250,000 dead and about a million wounded, in not even a year (February 21 1918- December 18 1916)*

This type of prejudicing (and other factors) will be a nice paved road for the rise of Hitler, but that is beyond what I want to say about this... I hope that this type of carelessness with the German people will be the last time this happens. In World War 2 they learned their mistakes and tried different forms of justice.

But what about this Iraq war? And what about the ongoing battle for National recognition for an Israeli state? It seems as if Total Domination is the only key to getting what we think is "right". I hope that we can always keep the interest of the people whenever we settle foreign matters, in order to subvert another catastrophe like both of the World Wars...What do you think?

The Current State of Ryan Matthews Esq.

I was supposed to have travelled to Rockville, Maryland today to visit F. Scott Fitzgerald's grave... Unfortunately, the writings of Hemingway that I have to read for class have hindered me from this voyage. I think Hemingway would have liked to hear this though, seeing as they both had a bumpy friendship. However, it is my goal to visit the grave before I move out of Virginia.

There are tons of cool events on the horizon! This coming Saturday I get to be the soccer fanatic that I am! I get to see the US National team play Cuba for a World Cup qualifier. Then, as if one game was enough, I get to see Arsenal a week later in LONDON! God has blessed me more and more as I walk with Him.

It has been a running joke at my store that if somebody wants to find me I'm in either of three places: My Apartment, My Bathroom (and essentially therefore my Apartment still), or my Starbucks. I really do love it here though. The combination of fresh coffee, a multicultural base of customers and partners (we call our co-workers partners), and comfy chairs. This store is one of the first things that to my mind when I think of Richmond. It'll probably be the one thing I miss most though when Liz and I leave for Grad school.

I just recently made a new friend named Josh. Have you ever met a person and thought that you must have been twins and switched somehow during childhood? Well, that is what it feels like between the both of us. No homo... Here's a list of odd similarities:
-both are obsessed with Star Wars, Chris Thile, and Jesus
-we both lied to our significant others when we first met them (I apologized to Liz afterwards though, for my family readers out there)
-and other odds and ends that seem to go on forever. He is a great friend, and I think we will stay that way for a long time! It's good to find a Christian bro to lean on and hang with.

My Political Stress


I'm just moving along in this world, taking on writing projects with friends, writing/reading for homework, and constantly hoping for any type of cultural release from this entire political tension.

I really don't know anymore. I am still a huge Obama fan, but my thoughts on politics have taken a jaded sense. It seems that people are more diverted from the actual issues at hand and making this another "National Enquirer" type of movement. I'm sick of this decay of bash tactics. I'm sick of lies, improper judgement on previous votes, and over-stretched claims.

I can't believe some of the crap I am hearing from friends and family on their political views. Go vote McCrap if you want to, but when the economy falls further down the drain, and we have to institute a draft to keep America's industrial military complex strong, I'll be the one dancing on our country's ashes yelling "I told you so!"

Let's face it...everyone hates us in the geopolitical scale that counts. We need to become more of an isolationist country. It would fix many of our problems (including terrorism, you dolts!). I know I am really just ranting again, and I'm sorry, but America has had too much glamour and glitz without thinking about the common man who wants money for college and an affordable roof over his head in a safe city.

Vote for anyone you want...Libertarian,Democrat, Republican, I don't care who for; it would just mean a ton to me to know that people still believe in our system, and want a change.

Maybe both candidates could be a reasonable answer to this country's problem. Let's just hope that they are up for cleaning a huge GW mess...
Oh yeah, let freedom ring and all of that good stuff. And if Big Brother is reading this, I don't have bombs, I love freedom, I love the 1st amendment, I hate terrorism, but I want a free system where you can't go into my personal life in the name of "freedom" for your so-called "Patriot Act". You have bastardized my personal liberties by instituting this when America was afraid, and I don't agree with it.

Thanks for hearing me out guys. I love all of you: Conservatives and liberals alike. My friends rock regardless of political affiliation.

F. Scott Fitzgerald


I have been forever transformed by the amazing writing of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I know, I know: the guy that everyone had to read in high school. Guess what though...I never read him in school, and just recently read "The Great Gatsby".

But among my friend's in the literary world shouting blasphemy at me, I have fallen in love with yet another writer. Not only does Fitzgerald embody the pure, raw emotion of the upper crust during the jazz age, he also shows the cynicism of old money and the bastardization of the "American Dream". His use of language, describing double vision with Nick in "TGG" is perfectly mastered!

But his writing isn't the only thing that is wondrous about him. The relationship that he had with his wife Zelda is exhibitionist to say the least. Apart from Zelda's many trips to the mental institution, they were known for their odd public behavior. One of their favorite things to do was to arrive to friend's parties acting like dogs, lapping their wine and walking on all fours. They would dance in fountains naked as well as drive naked in Downtown Manhattan. My favorite thing that they did was their driving: when driving on a winding road, Zelda would reach over Fitzgerald and yank on the steering wheel, trying to get the car over the cliff's edge.

Now, Ryan's top five authors have been revised as thus:
1) Walt Whitman
2) John Steinbeck
3) William Faulkner
4) James Joyce
5) F. Scott Fitzgerald

Because of the copyright difference in the UK, there is an annotated version in England at the moment. It is hard to order online from the states, but nothing is going to stop me from buying it when I'm hanging in London in less than a month!

"Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle."
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Raphael Saadiq



I just bought the album titled "The Way I See It" by Raphael Saadiq. Normally, I don't listen to R&B. However, I love the neo-soul beats and the interweaving of the old school Motown Sound. Here's a sample of what is on the album...even his movements in the music video make him look like he should be with the Jackson 5. I can't stop listening to this CD!

Open Your Eyes, America!


In an article I just found on the BBC website, Russia is sending a naval fleet to Venezuela to conduct joint maneuvers.

This is a red flag for me. I forgot, but don't we have this thing called the Monroe Doctrine? And doesn't mean that nobody other than America is to meddle in the affairs of North and South America? If so, back off Russia!

As you may know, Venezuela and Iran are buds. Along with Russia and China. I sense a new Axis power rising, and it really unnerves me that we aren't doing anything about this!

This is how World War 1 started, by the way. All of these powers started building armies, and training for wartime, waiting for a reason to mobilize. I don't want this to happen. I feel like Laocoon when he warned "Beware of Greeks bearing Gifts!" Hopefully, I won't be taken down by two serpents by the Gods...

Fall Expectations


Fall in Richmond is the best time.
The leaves slowly become a kaleidoscope of reds and browns, and the wind has a small bite to it. I long for days like these, and it is hard to think that when the trees change color one more time after this, I'll be a month away from marrying the most graceful woman in the world. A really cool thought I wanted to throw out here on my blog.

But seriously, look at her...she is so beautiful, so heavenly, that words will never be good enough to describe her beauty. Liz, I love you, and I am so glad that we are getting married during the fall. For now there will be more than just the weather for me to look forward to.

Oh! To be an American Romantic!

I wish that America was still a young nation. A very young nation that was still wrestling with more simple topics, like the American Romantics and their dilemma.

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes in his essay "The Poet" that "I look in vain for the poet that I describe". The problem is that America hasn't yet formed as an intellectual nation, and yields (till this point) a great American writer/poet. Emerson really wrestles with his problem, and from a 21st century perspective, it is quite ironic.

In my opinion, their fear that an American great would never form is preposterous because if they would only humble themselves and look in a mirror they would find the first true Great Writers of our nation.

Melville, Poe, Emerson, Hawthorne, and Whitman (to name a few) were all worried that America lacked a Writer. So what did they all do? They formulated on what it would take to be one: "Hawthorne and His Mosses" by Melville, Poe's "Prefaces", Hawthorne's "Prefaces", Whitman's "1855 prefaces to Leaves of Grass", and Emerson's "The Poet".

Whitman has answered the call in his preface though, and because of this labeled himself the "Good Gray Poet" and tried his earnestness to attract the attention of Emerson, to let him know that he was the answer to America's cry for a great poet.

Reader-Response Criticism


In order to fulfill my professor's expectations, I have to write an essay (in reader-response form) on Jame Joyce's short story "The Dead". The story is quite interesting, since it portrays life in Ireland during its nationalistic movement. The characters are strong and lifelike in their dialogue and conversation. However, it is the way that I have to write this paper that is frustrating me to no end.

Normally, I write like a deconstructionist: finding binaries, allegories. Or even sometimes focusing as a historicist: locating the history in that area at the given time of the writing/setting and applying to the struggles within the narrative.

Unfortunately, I have to step further out of my comfort zone and put my head to the grindstone for a criticism that is dying as we speak. I highly dislike this writing, because it focuses on the response/feelings that the reader has when reading a certain piece. This disrupts my writing, because I HAVE to write in first person; something that I have quit doing in formal papers since 10th grade. This is going to be the hardest paper I've ever written, even though people that aren't English majors are having the time of their life writing this.

A Lifetime of Wild Wonder


Liz and I went into the woods yesterday, after expressing my dire need to go back to the hiking world. I love driving through the Blue Ridge Parkway, taking in the tree-filled mountains and taking hairpin turns every minute.

But what I really enjoyed was the companionship. Liz and I got to spend time talking; a thing that any couple needs plenty of. We talked about everything from our future to what God would drink if he were at our Starbucks.

Liz says that He would not subject himself to redundancy, rather he would change it up.

Since I feel that God's humor conforms to the person's personality, I think that he would like a really dry cappuccino, like His humor.

Nonetheless, here are a few of our pics, the stuff on our chins is not just any moss, it is called "old man's beard" hence the pic:

You can Hear Whitman?!

Since I've been doing so much Whitman lately, I figured I might as well share something really cool I found at the Walt Whitman Archive. It's a wax cylinder of a few lines from his poem, "America". Nobody really knows for certain whether it is his voice, but many have found it to be his. If so, his reading is with much feeling. I personally enjoy his "Ample" in the way that he says it.

Anyways, here's a sample of the part he is reading, because the cylinder is a little hard to hear in parts:

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,

All, all alike endear'd , grown, un grown, young or old,

Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,

Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love.



To Be One With Nature

"Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth."

-Walt Whitman "Song of the Open Road"
In my heart of hearts, I long for the solace and peace that only the mountain ranges can offer. There is no better feeling than cooking after hiking through a forest for 10 miles. Nothing is more rewarding than finding rare wildflowers, seeing a deer drink from a creek, or having butterflies grace your presence. These type of feelings can only be brought forth from nature.

I enjoy the peace and stillness. It's an odd feeling, really: the idea that only an hour drive away, thousands of people are doing mindless, numbing work, stressing themselves into their deathbed while I get to relax in God's full creation.

Soon the treetops will become golden brown. When this happens, my soul will be called into the pure forest and relax. I miss it alluring landscapes, the camaraderie when with friends, and it's fresh air feeling.

"Tropical Storm"


"Tropical Storm" Hannah chugged through the Greater Richmond area today, peeing gratuitous amounts of rain and not much else. I was quite disappointed actually. I have always enjoyed the nostalgia of a good hurricane coming through town, knocking down power lines, trees, and flooding the streets.

Here, I got a rattled window and tons of water...It was boring. I don't like the death tolls that come with a real hurricane, but the anticipation gave me the feeling that it was going to be a nice sized storm coming along.
Here's why:

I went to Kroger, having found out about this storm, to buy water and some canned food just in case. The store was rampant with carts filled with water bottles, tuna cans, and crying children. Not to mention a long waiting line to boot. It reminded me of a castle getting ready to be sieged or a scene that got cut out of "Armageddon". I have never understood how some people can get so panicked. After a half hour of waiting in line to buy my stuff, there was follow through by Hannah.

Wtf, storm...seriously!

Hope


It's hard for me to realise that in almost a year I will have already:

1) Gone to see an Arsenal game.
2) Get married.
3) Graduated from Ungrad.
4) and go to a Grad school.

It's hard to think that in less than a year I have no clue where I'll be. However life is good,
and God will take care of everything... I have hope in what he will do for me!

Which leads me to the word of the day for today!

Hope (ˈhōp): A confident expectation

So really whenever you hope something will happen, you really expect it to come to fruition! Pretty neat huh?


I'm sitting in the apartment's makeshift pub with the roommates. The room is pretty well decked out. I'm representing my team/nationality, and the guys are slowly trickling in Colt's paraphernalia. I hope that this apartment brings happiness to all of us. It seems like we all get along like brothers. In fact, one of my favorite moments of my college career was praying before the start of classes with Adam. It's great having people who care about your life and well-being. I'm rambling though.

My hope for my life is that Liz and I continue to have fun, even when we are completely toothless and Great- Grandparents. It's so cool to have a person that continually knows how you are feeling before you even speak. She is a constant reminder to me of God's innocence, grace, and tenderness. We are such goofballs!

Life as it is Today


Walt Whitman said in "Song of Myself": "I believe that a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars". I totally agree with him. Think about it: God is so meticulous in his inner-workings that a leaf of grass is just as important as the stars. Everything has its role, and everything is perfect in its own way.

I am taking an independent study on Whitman with my undergrad mentor, so I felt compelled to write about him for a sec. I have to write a huge seminar paper that will be used also for my Grad School applications. I am juggling with his ideas on Faith: both of God and of Democracy. It should be interesting.

On the home front, my roommates and I get along really well. It's quite hilarious having a door on my wall that I share with Matt though. It reminds me of Peter in Office Space and his neighbor. Whenever we want to say something, we knock on this shared door and yell. I get a kick out of the little guy. Adam, well Adam is Adam. He recently found out that I don't like male on male contact. I'm not against gays, however I am nervous on male-male hugs. Adam isn't gay either, he just finds it funny that I cringe when he tries to rub my back or whatnot.

Liz and I just had our Engagement party in the OBX. It was a blast, and we are so blessed. It was so cool to see our families inter-mingling without any problems. God has truly blessed our future union, and this is proof. Liz was so gorgeous in her black dress; which is kinda odd because in a year she'll be wearing a white one! There's so much to do in that realm that I try to play it off as if we have so much time, but it's starting to feel as if more time may be needed. Thank God that Liz's mom, Susan is helping so much with planning and arrangements. Not only is she a great mother-in-law, but is quite a phenomenal secretary as well!

GREs are around the corner. I have to take the English subject test as well as the normal one. Any suggestions?

Also London is around the corner...any cool places there we should go see?

Nonetheless, I feel grateful that so much is happening and God is giving me a stress-free outlook on it all. I wouldn't be able to do half the things I am doing if I didn't have Him. I pray that He blesses you this way as well.

Until next time! Cheers!

Word of the day: paradoxical (per-ə-ˈdäk-si-kəl): of the nature of a paradox
One of my Lit profs used this today, and I thought it was made up. Well at least now I know I can use it as well!

We Hold These Truths...

I love how beautiful DC can be during any time of the year. I took my new roomie (Adam) and his brother to see our nation's capital. On top of the grueling drive/ride of having to use the bathroom 3/4ths of the way there and not wanting to stop, I feel that it was a great success. Not only did they see the coolest memorials, but we were also to see something that I have never been able to see (the lines have always been too long): The Declaration of Independence, The United States Constitution, The Bill of Rights, and (believe it or not) an original copy of the Magna Carta (circa 1275! Has to be the oldest document chilling in America right now!).
I love our founding documents. It may seem weird to say this, but I felt an over surging sense of patriotism when I was waiting in line. When I saw them my eyes welled with tears. It is so odd to think that these three American documents shaped so much of the modern world, (and you could barely read em!). I was just extremely excited to see the famous signatures, mainly John Hancock. For those of you who don't know, after signing the Declaration in large print he is quoted in saying "There, King George should be able to this". It really was the only legible part of the document.
I've never seen "National Treasure", and to be quite honest I don't ever want to. It is Nicolas Cage trying to be better that Indiana Jones. He fails. Anyways, all I heard from kid's mouths was this stupid movie while we were waiting in line. This is a bit disconcerting that these kids are more motivated to see the documents because of a movie and not what they learned from History class. Maybe it is just the teacher in me popping out. I''ll never know I guess.

God has truly blessed this country. And even though we have our faults, I will forever be proud to call myself an American.

DC was fun though, and I hope my newly founded friends had as much of a time as I did.

"The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots." -Thomas Jefferson, 1787

No Need For Up-front!


Check this out...

I'm glad that Arsene Wenger believes that the squad is fully replenished with the front. That's great. But what about the midfield? Sure we have Cesc Fabregas still, but we did lose the likes of two other great players...Hleb to Barcelona and Flamini to Ac Milan. Let's not forget the late Gilberto Silva to Greece and Rosicky has been hit hardcore with his injury.

Let's hope that the midfield is training hard with its new, young talent.


You Must Be Rich to Serve...Apparently

What does it mean to have justice?

In my "Redefining Tragedies" class we discussed this very same topic. After King Lear, everything seems to be muddled. First of all, the main problem with the idea of "justice" is that most people think that Justice is a kissing-cousin of law.

How can this be so? Law is created to have some form of justice in corporeal form. Unfortunately for justice, lawyers use the law not as a way to enact justice, but to actually avoid it. Face it, even our government is doing it. Just because the president is commander-in-chief does not mean he can obliterate a body of people and not be accountable. "Oh, it's ok Ryan. God will judge the wicked." Really? I believe God will give these people a form of punishment, but it isn't going to stop me from asking questions.

I hate how it feels that only rich people can get into the federal governing body. The Constitution was set up so that once you served your country on a given term, you go home and go back to daily lives. Not this "career politician" bullcrap. There was never meant to be a long term member of congress. The question to follow this is why?

These politicians become best buds and form a circle. This group becomes the true ruling body, finding people that share their same views and giving them the money and handshakes needed to put them in a seat of power.

This is extremely cynical. I understand this. However, what this system does is then stop people like me from running as a Senator, per se. I haven't the money, nor the experience. Who cares? The system is made up so that anyone can run and be elected. It is the elite that have jaded people to think that you have to have a background in politics to run the scene. If anything, that has made the system more corrupt. It brings the question, are you really representing the voice of the people that voted for you? Do you even care about the common man?

Obviously, not. For, if you did, you would try to change the system.

Make us more egalitarian America!

Mario n' God!


I recently picked up the new Mario Galaxy video game. The funny thing is God's humor in all of this. As I sat down, gettting ready to play another round of this addictive game, God gave me the best thought: What if life were like Mario?

It's true, really what would life be like? Of course it would be a major pain, seeing as how I would have to rescue Princess Liz from an evil lizard-like-turtle thing that breathes fire. Think of the perks though. You could get rid of the bad guys by jumping on them, and can earn money by jumping under bricks.

Simple enough?

But under this harmless veil of video game awesomeness, there lies a bigger truth.

If life were simple like Mario's, would we pursue God? Wouldn't we just claim ourselves as our own God, by taking matters into our own hands?

"Nothing is impossible, Mario. Improbable, Unlikely, but never impossible." - Luigi, Super Mario Bros. Movie

Indy and Penny Night


"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives."
Toni Morrison, Nobel Prize Lecture

Today was one of the greatest dates ever! Liz took me out to Penny Lane (a local British Pub) for some Steak and Guinness pie and a pint of my favorite beer (Fuller's London Pride). After our stomachs were satisfied, it was time to satisfy the eyes (not that Liz hadn't already done that) by going to see the new Indiana Jones flick.

The film was great, but it did have its drawbacks. I would elaborate, but I don't want to ruin the movie for my friends who haven't seen it yet.

In class today, we started a lecture on Toni Morrison. I never had a chance to read any of her books till this class, and I kinda regret that. I had to read"The Bluest Eye" and "Paradise", which are both mind-stimulating and emotionally driven. No wonder why this lady received the Nobel Prize for Literature. I think her single best quality is the dialogue. Her words drip like honey and flow as if you are sitting amongst the characters. It has been a while since an author has grabbed my attention to society. She is an amazing writer...go read her novels, soak them in, and then we should talk about the content.

Oh yeah, Liz gave me the new Super Smash Bros. game for a b-day present, and it is SWEET!

Change We Can Believe In

A few hours ago Obama stated that he will be the nominee! One more step towards the White House, and one more step toward a better America!



This video was taken when Obama announced that he throwing his hat in for the nomination. This has been a long road and I'm glad to have been a part of this race so far!

Excitement!


Coming on Wednesday, Liz and I are going to be making our guest list. I never thought that this time would come so quickly. In fact, I never thought that I had the ability to marry...let alone someone so awesome as Liz.

It is so amazing that I have found such a pure and beautiful woman.

It Shouldn't Be In America...

But it is unfortunately...

I just finished writing a critical analysis on two important African American Women (Harriet E. Wilson & Frances E.W. Harper) and their texts (Our Nig & Iola Leroy respectively). These two texts are supposedly the first two novels written by black women in America. I have to say, I wasn't too impressed by the content within both books as a story. However, the message that both bring is so resounding that they should be studied more often in a Literature classroom.

The Feminist idea of "the Cult of True Womanhood" is addressed and deconstructed by Wilson in her book. The situation that the author puts her character forces the reader to think that "True Womanhood" is attained through a racial basis, and therefore a black woman can never attain it until she is accepted by society.

This is completely false, of course. But this thought that Wilson puts in the air allowed my mind to start wonder off into the realm that most Americans shudder to speak of...and that, my friend is the topic of racism.

There I said it. The depressing thing is that this still happens in our day and age, even though it feels outdated. The human nature seems to dictate that we must best ourselves by making someone else feel "different" and shunned from the rest of society.

In 19th Century America it was prevalent with whites treating the Chinese, Italians, Irish, Black, and Indian populations as if they were some sort of disease. It was very common to see "Nativist" clubs; a lame excuse for white Americans to beat up "others" that were deemed unfit to be called Americans.

But they were...

This is just one sad part of American History that I hope would have died with the 19th Century. Unfortunately, it hasn't.

Now, I'm not going to go into how "the Man" is bringing us all down. I am actually talking of the Native American population. Think about it. In Virginia, we seem to glorify the Native Americans by throwing festivals and naming our rivers and towns after tribes. However, I think that we do this just for politicians to pat each other on the backs and claim they "did something".

But the living tribes are hurting more than ever. Loss in funding, no proper educational system, rampant alcoholism, lack of governmental involvement, and yes even continuing tribal wars have hurt the chances for the Native American to even remotely attain "The American Dream".

I'm not saying that racism is only prevalent with Natives. However, the way we are treating them is somewhat equivalent to apartheid.

How do we fix this? It seems that most don't even speak on behalf of them. I didn't even know of their situation until a friend from Montana explained the current status. Research for yourself and see if I am wrong. This problem needs to be addressed and fixed within our governmental system.

After all, ALL men are created equal...aren't they?

Check out their housing situation. It's like something from a hundred years ago:
"Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench."
Chief Seattle

Sorry about that!

I just realised that people couldn't leave messages on blog...till NOW! once again so sorry!

Mr. Lewis


"Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning..." C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity


Liz bought me Lewis' Mere Christianity for the heck of it today when we were window shopping. I have always loved it when the little things she does for me radiate in love and compassion for so long. It was so selfless for her to spend money on me, when I wasn't expecting anything.

I have been wanting to get into C.S. Lewis for some time. A few friends of mine talk of Narnia and The Screwtape Letters quite a bit, so I was more than excited to start my adventure with (to me) a new writer. I had read Screwtape once before, but have honestly forgotten most of the message within it.

I feel like I have opened a door to vast amounts of Christian thought and application!

Thank you Liz for the cool book, the awesome hiking mag, and the great time we had today!

My Dream

"Jesus answered and said to him, " If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our abode with him."
John 14:23 (NASB)

I love it when God sends you warm thoughts and great feelings. The dream that God gave me brought me tears of excitement and joy, knowing that He cares this much. Mind you, some may not believe this, but I know that this was from my Father. Nonetheless here it is:

Sitting in a field of white buttercups and daisies, near a dirt path I felt at peace. Further down the road, I see Jesus walking toward me smiling. Nothing could explain the feelings of great joy that went through my mind and body. But that wasn't even the half of it. When He reached me, He extends his hand toward me with a beautiful grin, and asks if I will rise and follow Him. I take His hand and then wake from my dream.

I feel as if Christ is moving stronger than ever in my life, and that He is going to do great things along my path because He knows that I will follow him.


"I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart"
Psalm 77:6 (NASB)

Praise be to God who delivers love when his child needs it. I needed to know that God was in control. I asked Him to take control of my life, and instead of just knowing that He would, Christ showed me. How great is our God!

Power and Gifts

"For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face."
Psalm 11:7 (NASB)

When I first found this passage, I thought the turtle Crush from Finding Nemo would have been the best candidate to read this aloud for others to hear. Ok, so there might be a little more "Righteous"s added for effect, but I digress. Think about the strength of that last part. "The upright will behold His face" is not something that is thrown around lightly. In order to even see his face, we must be upright. Simple, right? I have always known that the sheer power of looking at God can age or kill you. Just ask Moses when we are in Heaven!

I think as Christians, we all seem to have a problem with His overwhelming power. In one hand, none can fathom His reigning power, and the beauty of grace. But, unfortunately, the church over hundreds of years has made Jesus a meek and mild man who loved everyone. While this is true, they seem to overlook the amazing power that he had.

The question that comes up then is why do we have this problem?

In the beginning of Christianity, the power of God would have never been questioned. Well at least by other Christians. In Acts, Peter calls out the onlookers in a hardcore way for even thinking that this power was his own; as if it hadn't come from above. When Peter is beginning to rail on them he asks in verse 12 "Why do you gaze at us as if by our own power or piety we had made him walk?" The answer is simple, all who have the Holy Spirit within have this power. It wasn't Peter who allowed the beggar to walk, but God's power and glory through Peter. I find this not only powerful, but beautiful.

I'm going to throw this in the air: too many Christians have been handed a God that is love, but with no power. In doing so, they sell themselves short thinking that God only gave the apostles this power; that the Holy Spirit that dwells within me is completely different than the one that dwelt within them.

How can this be so? Especially when this is the same God that talked to them, that talks to you and me. I feel that God's power is yearning to be unleashed, but we refrain because we don't believe that we have it. This is not only saddening, but disheartedning. If you believe that God doesn't heal the sick and the weak through the Holy Spirit, I highly suggest you watch The Finger of God, a movie where a humble Christian seeks the Power of God and finds it in the most humble places. This movie gives the doubter a chance to see miracles happen in front of their very eyes.

But when the prescence and power of God is so evident with these miracles, I really struggled with God's ability to move with Christians that don't use the gifts of the Spirit. But when I read 1 Corinthians chapter 12, I was calmed by realizing that these gifts (however evident to others) are given by the same spirit that dwells within me, and that all parts are essential for the church's body.

Where I am certain that God moves through the laying of hands and through prayer, others may not be and I am not judging you. However, just ask yourself how amazing would it be if God used you like He did the Apostles and that through God you helped heal many and preached the word to many. Does not your spirit get excited? It is my belief that God created you to get excited for Him, for His power, and for His returning glory.

We have this power, my friends. For "He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?" Romans 8:32 (NIV)

May your heart soar with His love today, may you seek Him, and may you embrace His power that He has given so graciously to you. I love you all with every depth of my soul.

5 More Years to Go!



"The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones."
William Faulkner

"When I grow up, I want to be a professor of American Literature, just like you daddy!" This was the nightmare that encountered my dreams last night. In fact, I didn't truly realize that it was a nightmare until this morning.

As an English student, I fully understand the concept of masochism: a type of pain inflicted upon oneself for personal gratification (see also: reading James Joyce and writing on societal concepts within a selected text). You see, in order to obtain my dream job as a professor, I must obtain not only a BA, but an MFA, and then a PhD.

This situation is great, because I love to go in depth with stories in a classroom environment. But it is also disheartening, knowing that I have so many more papers to write, so many more novels to read in depth, so many more textual analyses, and so many more lectures to attend.

Whatever the case may be, I am more than happy to endure the pains of school assignments to do something that has so much value for myself. But not only will obtaining a PhD be such an accomplishment for myself, it will also be great for my family. On both my Mum's and my Dad's side, I will be the first Matthews to have a Masters and a Doctorate degree, EVER!

This is a great blessing that God has put on my plate. One that constantly reminds me of how great and amazing He is.

Nonetheless, I want my future children to enjoy the full experience of college, without all of the stress that comes along with it.

Finding a lesson of faith through Dr. House

"These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."
1 Peter 1:7 (NIV)


This scripture has always captivated me in its power. But even before I get to this scripture, I think I need to speak on how I actually came across this.

It was a normal school day for me during the spring semester. I had just returned from my Chemistry class, and had a couple of hours to kill before Italian. So what does a 21 year-old student do when he is bored? Contrary to popular belief, it is actually watch/listen/play something (and not under the influence). I had been going through a House kick and put in season 1 that I had just bought. An odd thing about Dr. House is the tried and true method of his medical practice. I have watched so many episodes and most of them have this formula:

1 patient with weird symptoms+ 1st treatment - 1st treatment +2nd treatment after some revelation that the team didn't know before = a healthy patient and Dr. House learning something about himself or one of his underlings.

I love change, but the consistency of the tv show brings me happiness as well. Anyways, there was an episode where a nun has some weird problem (totally forgot what it ended up being at the end though) and when one of the doctors talks to her, he quotes 1 Peter 1:7 as his favorite verse from the Bible. After hearing the scripture, I ran to grab my Bible and I truly soaked it in.

Until I moved to Richmond, my faith had been extremely stale. But recently, I have been diving head first into His word, and haven't stopped since. I believe this scripture spoke to me via House. Weird, I know. However, throughout my life, I have been tested and tested and I can say that my faith has grown stronger because of it.

C.S. Lewis once said, “Faith... is the art of holding on to things your reason once accepted, despite your changing moods.” and I agree with him full-heartedly.

My life has moved through many different "moods", but my faith will always stay strong. He has shown me way too much for me to turn away. If there's anything I would want you, reader, to take from this is this:

1) that, if you are a Christian, that you have your eyes and ears open to recieve God's message through any medium. and
2) may your faith be proved genuine for Him.