Pure Imagination

Welcome to my blog! I thought I would start out with some poems, but from now on, this website will be mostly pix, vids, and writings of what is curently going on in my life. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how to get pix and vids on here yet, but I'm working on it.

Well, we had the Pure Imagination play at Northside last night along with the Candy Man's buffet. They certainly had enough sugary stuff there! As for the play itself, it was amazing! It was so much better than the Toad of Toad Hall play, or something like that.
G.R. did an awesome job as the candy dancer (even though she was only on for about a minute [sad face]). T.R., it turns out, is a great actor. The actors playing each character was perfectly chosen. No one forgot their lines (as far as I could tell).
These are probably my favorite lines:

Mike Teevee: What does it do? (talking about the device in front of him)

Willy Wonka: I'm sorry. Please speak up. I'm a bit deaf in that ear.

Mike Teevee: I SAID --- WHAT DOES IT DO!!!?

Willy Wonka: Now, I believe I have gone deaf in that ear as well.

lol! I never knew that M.P. was able to scream that loud! It was really unexpected. As my dad said, "It makes you wonder what he's like at home!"
Over all, it was just a wonderful production displayed at Northside Christian School. Presently, the school is trying to raise money towards a new elementary building. The present one is old and needs tearing down. During the play, the school was accepting donations towards the project of a new school building. The gym where the play was held was packed to the max, which was good for the school. I don't know how much they raised for the new building, but I'm sure it was a lot! Praise the Lord!

Poem2

River of Time

You’re walking along and come to a garden.

It is gorgeous, but you find a river.

It flows of milky white pearl that would not harden.

You gaze into the water and begin to shiver

Because the river shows pictures of frightful things.

You see things you’ve never dreamed of,

Things of the past

And some things to come.

Suddenly, the river pulls you.

It sucks you head-first.

As you draw closer,

You see a crowd.

Things begin to spin as if on a roller coaster.

It stops.

Suddenly, you scream out loud.

But no one hears.

Though people surround you,

Though you are amongst a multitude,

Nothing happens to you.

What would you do?

If you could feel, but not be felt?

What would you do if you could hear, but not be heard?

What if you could see, but not be seen?

What would you do?

In this crowd, you hear words shouted,

“Crucify him! Crucify him!”

You look up and see a man quite slim.

You realize –

This is Jesus.

What would you do?

If you could be felt, could be heard, could be seen?

Would you join the shouts and cries?

Or would you ask for his innocent blood not to be shed?

The wind changes.

You are swept a few moments away.

There you stand at the foot of the cross

On this which Jesus takes away our sin.

Our sin –

Every wrong that we had done against Him –

Paid for on that cross as he died.

What would you do?

What would you do as Jesus cries,

‘Father! Forgive them! For they know not what they do’?

What would you do?

The wind changes.

You are now three days afterward.

Jesus has risen from the dead.

You proceed forward

Towards the empty grave.

Someone taps you on the shoulder.

You turn around.

Standing there, smiling,

Is Jesus Christ stretching out his pierced hands.

You run into his arms.

Now, without realizing,

You’re back in the garden.

The wind blows, and the river flows.

Now, after this experience,

The real question is not

What would you do, but

How do you change?

Poem

Teenage Boy:

The teenage boy walks into a room stocked with food.

What he doeth eat depends on his mood.

Opening the fridge,

He doeth find

It stocked with goodies for all mankind.

From pickles to leftovers

And cupcakes with clovers,

He closes the fridge in despair.

“There’s nothing to eat!”

He yells to the ceiling.

Though the fridge was stocked with meat.

The more he thought,

The less it was appealing

To skip a single meal.

“I know what to do!”

He shouted out loud, and ran to the phone so dear.

He punched in the numbers and held it to his ear,

And said---

“Hey, dad! Can I make pizza?”

With a sigh, his dad agreed,

But only if he did a deed…

“Take out the trash, Son!”

So, then the boy made pizza

The second he was done.

He then goes downstairs to devour

That pizza that weights a ton.

This is the ending of our rhyme---

The teenage boy never to be seen again---

Until dinnertime! J