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Name: Jeffrey
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Birthday: 2/19/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: my wife. i love anything outdoors; hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. i'm looking to try snowshoing this winter. i love to make attempts at woodworking. never thought i'd say this, but golf. i love to read, listen to music, and travel. i enjoy spending time with my kids. i love people...most of the time.
Expertise: making good-looking babies...
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Member Since:
8/12/2005
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| Somewhere in New Mexico, in a church called Xanga, there sits a young man named Jeff O'Connor. Day in and day out, he faithfully attends this church. And everytime he does, he feels something tugging at his heart. He knows what he needs to do.
Everything inside him longs, even yearns, to answer the call that he feels so acutely deep down in his innermost being... to go down to the altar and to post; to post, and post, and post until he gets it all out; to give himself completely.
For some unknown reason though, he doesn't. And each day he resists this call to do what he knows he must, the guilt and the shame piles higher and higher. The greater the guilt and the shame, the harder it is for him to respond the way he knows he should.
But each day he spurns this calling, the weight of his own desire to give himself completely down at the altar increases as well. It seems as though he will perpetually be locked in this epic struggle, this wrestling match in the deepest parts of his soul; this battle between his desire to post and his shame for not posting sooner.
One day, for reasons even he doesn't quite understand, he stands up from his seat in the church called Xanga and begins the long walk down to the altar. He feels as though a million eyes are on him, watching him... judging him. He does not care. A million thoughts run through his head. "When I get down there and start to post, where will I even begin?" "Is there anyway to clean up this mess I've made?" "There's too much that's gone on in my past (8 months). There's no way anyone would ever care enough to hear it all."
All those thoughts are silenced as slowly he sits down in front of his computer, and begins to type. A wry smile creeps across his face as one small tear trickles down his cheek. It’s gone. All the guilt and shame are gone, and the desire of his heart is finally met. At long last, he’s finally home.
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| so... even though people constantly disappoint, and the last year has been excruciatingly frustrating, i'm obsessed with the people God's blessed me with in my life and the area of ministry He's called me to.
the newest batch of world-changers we just graduated from master's... (notice the gun. we were exploring ancient native ruins in the middle of nowhere on the rez... it's not a rez adventure without guns.)
no, your eyes do not deceive you. indeed, this is navajo elvis. the girl on the left is sydney. she's one of my student leaders who just graduated. she's obsessed with elvis, and her parents "rented" navajo elvis for her grad party as a joke.
this is my senior pastor. yah. stud, huh? the whole outfit is hand-made, (intricate beadwork, mocassins and all) and those are real eagle feathers.
this is thad on the left and mr. t on the right. they're both on my student leadership team, and it's guys like these who keep me doing what i'm doing. great stuff ahead of them.
that's all. kind of pointless, or not... but hey, it's your own fault for subscribing.
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do i really need to comment on how amazingly beautiful my two eldest are?
...so carey's been in kansas city since saturday for her brother's graduation ceremony, and i have been here in new mexico with madison and max. while she has been away, i have been constantly reminded of the most basic reason why one is united in holy matrimony: life is so much more enjoyable when it is shared with another whose company you never tire of. i miss my wife. tomorrow night will not come quick enough to satisfy me. | | |
| it's snowing. i love snow. it reminds me of wisconsin. wisconsin is the greatest state in these united states of america. i should be working. i am not. i will when i am done writing this. i really enjoy my wife. i really enjoy my life. God has been exceedingly good to me in both of these areas. i do not deserve this, but i am thankful. | | |
| dull moments are a rarity in my household. if asked to describe my growing family with one word, i would choose the word "circus".
i took the day off today, and volunteered to brave it with all three kids so carey could go grab some coffee and have alone time... (translation: i'm trying to keep my wife, who is a mother of three children under the age of 4, from plunging headlong into the depths of insanity.)
she leaves the house, and i proceed to attempt to assemble and mount a new cupboard/shelving unit in our laundry room. (this will be used to store all of my wife's mary kay product, being that she is now an "independent beauty consultant.") the operative word in this statement is "attempt". i am no bob villa, so the task of assembling and mounting is consuming all my energy as well as all my focused attention. the t.v. is babysitting my children. or so i thought. while i'm engrossed in my project, my kids make their way into the laundry room where i am working.
i am accustomed to their shrill little voices and incessant climbing on everything, so i am oblivious to the fact that they have now entered the room. i am now in "the mode". this is something that perhaps only fathers and mothers can truly understand. the ability to block out even the most horrific pandemonium in order to accomplish the task at hand.
there are very few things that can get an experienced parent out of "the mode". hearing the phrase, "uh oh... he's peeing" is one of them. i snap out of my daze to see my daughter pointing concernedly to the corner where my formerly clothed son is now buck-naked. he is perched triumphantly in all his glory on a stack of mary kay boxes, peeing all over everything within striking distance. a box of mary kay product, a nearby backpack, a laundry basket, and of course the floor were all casualties of this unfortunate incident.
when my wife arrived on the scene, my daughter madison was quick to tattle: "mom, max peed on the mary kay lady!"
...just a sliver of my life...
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