Dinner time

I've got 25 minutes until dinner, let's see what I can crank out.

If you don't remember anything else I've said, remember this.

If you get a chance to go to Spain, go to Spain. Period.

We stepped off the plane into warmth, something that I had not felt since last September. I saw the sun, something that I had not seen since last September, and I don't know if it was the Vitamin D replinishment, or if it was the ability to wear shorts outside and let my stunningly pale legs be seen again, but it put me in a good mood.

See, Spain came at a perfect time. Here in England I'm in a whole mess of papers, exams, speeches, etc... The culture in Spain contradicts this worry. The slow-moving, laid-back, friendly people and environment simply made you relax.

I felt like I could finally rest. As the semester quickly bursts to the finish line, the work and stress has piled up. And thought the work was still watiting when I returned 7AM Monday morning, Spain had done a number on the "freak-out" meter.

Some highlights:
I've posted some pictures below, but if you have a chance, you should check out the Plaza De Espana, or "Spanish Plaza."

I got to see a real life bull fighting ring

I picked an orange off a tree and ate it. (I don't recommend it, it tasted purely like the sour part of a sour patch kid)

Cruzcampo, it's a good beer, but you didn't hear it from me

Playing on playgrounds

This huge wooden structure (pictured below) that is the largest wooden structure in the world

The sun

The people

This riot that was happening in the Seville airport in favor of better rights for cafeteria workers (make sure your volume is turned on, but not too loud)

La Semana Santa, or their religious week before Easter. This was rather interesting. I'm rather concerned to post pictures publicly for certain reasons. Plus if I ever decided to run for political office, these pictures on my blog would keep me from winning, no doubt. If you google search "La Semana Santa costumes," you'll realize why. Heck, you should watch a youtube video of it as well while you're at it.



But even though Spain was incredible and relaxed me, no trip can ultimately give you, me, or anyone else "rest." They were a calm couple days, but the business was still here at Harlaxton when I returned.

Spain, I thank you for showing me that I need real, authentic "rest" and "peace", (both super broad, difficult terms to comprehend), in my life, and I thank you for reminding me that these do not come from exterior happenings or situations or locations, but they come from something much greater in my relationship with Christ.

Want another word search, here ya go.

D E G S V S A Y A Y R J G I S 
V D F W E E O O X F Y W J D D 
V G W A B V I R T E O J O D N 
R E G L D I U S A M B N L V U 
D I Z M S L C N M N K Z S R O 
B A R C E L O N A E G M Z P R 
S Y M N R E R B Y P D E M M G 
G O O S O G I M A X R A S O Y 
G K I S H Z X N C Z C P K T A 
N X N D Z V X Z M Z H V R H L 
O E U L A R M T U Y S D O G P 
T E S B A V E R Y J I G V F G 
I R A E X Y C I B X I F T E P 
F F M X G S P X E G B P D L N 
F Q N Z E F O S S K Y C J O G 

ADIOS
AMIGOS
BARCELONA
CRUZCAMPO
DONKEY
ORANGES
PLAYGROUNDS
SEVILLE
SUN

Thanks for reading once again!

It's time for me to go eat some really subpar food!

Kyle

Questions

Hello again,

I am literally the worst blogger of all time, so if you're still reading at this point, you have gained my utmost respect. I promise (take that for what you want) that I will try to keep this site more frequently updated as we head down the home-stretch with my time over here.

Last Thursday I left little 'ole Grantham (Yes, Downton fans, the same "Grantham") and headed to Paris. I literally could rave about all the cool stuff I got to see for days. Getting the chance to see the Louvre, Arch of Triumph, Eiffel Tower, Versailles Palace, Notre Dame, and a lot of other things that are in a lot of movies but never seem real, is a once-in-a-lucky-lifetime oppurtunity. I am blessed over and over again with the ability to see these incredible places weekend after weekend. I've gotten to see some very cool things, but I've also learned a lot.

Maybe "learned a lot" is a bad way to put it. More accurately stated, "I've asked a lot of questions". Sure, I've gotten the answers to a few, but in actuality I've gotten exponentially more confused in my time here, and this is a good thing.

I realize I'm probably already losing you, let me clarify.

I came over here thinking I had a pretty good grasp on a lot of things. Other cultures, history, why some sites are popular, other people, politics; I had it all figured out.

And then I showed up here and all hell broke loose in my head.

By being exposed to other cultures, types of people, thought processes, ideas, traditions, I've realized how little I actually know.

Above all, in my time here I've come to the realization that a lot of things are a lot bigger than I had initially thought. History, the world, culture groups, interconnected economies, different types of personalities, stereotypes, God himself, heck, even the Eiffel Tower are all a lot larger and complex than I could have ever thought while living in the States.

So I've reached this cool point where the more I learn, the more I realize I don't know. (if that makes any sense at all)

I might now know more dates, facts, English kings, Roman architecture styles, Victorian political shifts, and other not-so-interesting stuff like that after my time here, but what I will cherish most is how my eyes have been opened to how much bigger God, this world, and the things inside of it actually are.

I know this is incredibly confusing and poorly-written, and if you skip right over it, I won't blame you, but it's something I've learned and wish to verbalize (which is ironic b/c I'm not speaking).

To help remedy for my confusing exchange, here's a word search of the things that I think typify England most appropriately.

E R O Z D Q J Q N D Y C W X I 
L A H M I U Q M V L A V R P W 
B I Q K S T U O B A D N U O R 
I N C K F U R A M M L U Y K F 
D A U Y U N A G Q W K R W I G 
E Y V D N M C C T T O S S W A 
R U J R C Q S E C T H H C G A 
C D V G T M A I S E A L G G U 
N W C U I P Q I L N N L X Y O 
I T X J O J H S D A G T T E P 
T Y O S N B K C J E R J W F Y 
G U A D A B H M V K G E W W X 
E J Y B L I P O T A T O B V C 
X C I C P O I F C U A D L I U 
M W B S P F N B C K X F A V L

ACCENT
DISFUNCTIONAL
FISHANDCHIPS
HISTORY
INCREDIBLE
LIBERALISM
POTATO
RAIN
ROUNDABOUT
TEA

If you do it, best of luck, if you don't do it, then don't blame me when everybody else is having fun and you're "too cool"...

Thanks again for reading!

Kyle

Ghosts, canals and awe

After a couple hectic weeks, I'm back..

Not this past weekend, but the one before that, I took a train up to the homeland, Scotland. After a few hours of traveling, we walked out of the train station and hobbled our way to the hostel. Friday morning came and we ate lunch at the Elephant House, a small local place. What was neat about this restaurant was that this is where J.K. Rowling sat while writing the Harry Potter books. The back view from the joint was a line of sight directly at a mammoth of a castle hanging over a cliff, as seen below

After our lunch, we headed to the Scotland's National Museum, which featured floors of fossils, interactive activities, animal replicas and robots. I even got to see "Dolly," the cloned sheep.

We covered the city that night and saw some more landmarks and got some cool pictures of the castle we had seen beforehand.

We woke up Saturday morning and headed to Arthur's Seat, a hilly region of Edinburgh that provides incredible views of the city and the surrounding bays. We climbed higher and higher, and the views got exponentially incredible. Click here (and pray that it works) to check out the view. Unfortunately, due to a lack of awareness on my part, my phone died on the way up, so I'm relying on my friends to get me some pictures. It was here I have discovered my fear of edges. If you notice on Facebook, all of the pictures that I have with my fearless girlfriend, Naomi, I'm standing on the inside and she's closer to the edge. A shot to the pride? Most definitely. But not as humiliating as if I had puked everywhere, so I'll consider it win.

We stayed atop the hill for hours, and it deserved our attention. To look to one side and see the old city, featuring its castle and cathedrals, juxtaposed to the endless water on the opposing side was simply breathtaking on all accounts.

Following our expedition, we grabbed a bite to eat, tried to sneak into the castle to no avail, and wandered the city some more.

Sunday was our day of departure. Everything we had read said that we needed to do an underground tour before we left. We looked into them, and there were two options: a haunted tour and a "historically accurate" tour. Considering that there was no way I would ever pay to do a "haunted" tour (I'm a Stewart, remember), we did the historical tour.

We met our cute old lady tour guide and she gave us info about the history of the city and why the underground vaults were built. Just before we entered the door to head into the underground part, she, to my detest, said "the vaults are haunted, so if you feel anything, don't be frightened, and if you feel bad, just let me know and we can get you out the quickest way possible." After saying a couple of profanities in my head, I reluctantly headed down into the underground area of death, terribleness and misery.

As clastrophobic as I am, and how terrified I am of anything supernatural, the low-ceiling, over capcaity "haunted" vaults were the closest thing I've experienced to hell.

While in the first room, a brisk wind fell into the room. Confused why there was wind underground, I shook it off as nothing. Then, slowly I started to develop a kniving pain in my leg, unlike anything I've felt before. My friend turned to me and asked me why I was playing with his hair, but it wasn't me who was touching his head, nor was it anyone around him. To add to the chain of events, or tour guide told a terribly boring joke, and laughter could be heard from one of the corners where no one stood. Random rocks would fall from the ceiling, and my zipper was undone by the end of the tour (maybe that was an accident, maybe it wasn't). To finish it off, 3 people passed out in the last room. Slowly, one after another, from 3 different parts of the group, they turned "ghostly" white and went out like a light.

Just kidding, none of that happened. But imagine my response if it had...

This past weekend we went to Italy, and this is where my blog post will finish. We went ot Venice for two days, and it has become my favorite city I've ever been to. the fact that there are no vehicles there, and all the roads are canals of water make it more unique than anything I've ever seen. We were fortunate enough to visit during the time of "Carnival." During this pre-fat Tuesday celebration, hundreds of people dress in historic outfits with extremely creepy masks, and they throw one big party. Click here to read a wikipedia article about the event and to see some pictures

 

 

 

 

Next we headed to Rome, where we had the incredible chance to see the Colosseum, the Pantheon (which was here before Jesus was born), the Trevi Fountain, the Vatican, and the Sistine Chapel. Words cannot do these justice, and Im abbreviating our trip for length's sake. I'm incredibly lucky to have the once-in-a-lifetime chance to see all of these extremely important and influential sites, but I'm learning much more from them than just history.

Colosseum

 

 

 

Trevi Fountain

 

Sistine Chapel

 

In our tour group of the Colosseum, there were multiple nationalaties represented. There were asians, hispanics, us Americans, some girls from Scandinavian and others. What I realized there, and through all of my experiences so far, whether it be seeing the Edinburgh Castle, Arthur's Seat, the canal streets of Venice, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Magna Carta, the Rosetta Stone, Roman Ruins, a cool street perfomer, the Pantheon, the Colosseum, Darwin's original notebooks, and heck, even the manor I'm currently authoring this post in, is that awe is universal. When we see something that is incredible, there is a moment of awe. And no one, no matter what race, gender, religion, age, or anything else can escape this awe at that one moment.

But these are all man-made things. All of the above-listed experiences I've had have been incredible, and they've all humbled me by instilling in me awe of them. What I've come to realize is that these material things provoke awe, but God, above all things, provokes an awe that we will not fully experince here on earth. When I take a step back and look at what God has done in my life, I'm put in awe of ways he worked years ago in ways unseen to me at those points to bring me to where I am. When I shift my focus from those things on this earth to God, the awe inspired by man's creation leads to awe of God, because I realize that he is much more impressive than any building or historical document I'll ever see.

I know that I'm rambling, so I'll sum it up. God is above any level of our understanding. It is difficult to grasp the concept of his existence and his love for us. The next time you are in awe of something, whether it be your kids, something cool you see on TV, a sunset, whatever, realize that God has given you that oppurtunity and has created that sense of amazement in you, and when you see more of God, you can't help but be in awe.

Kyle

Lincoln and Cambridge: In pictures

Do not be alarmed! I changed the template on the blog because I realized that when I would scroll down on the previous template I would feel as if I was going to puke because of motion sickness

 

Saturday we went to Cambridge, and you've listened to my writing long enough, so I figured you'd want to see some pictures instead.Note: If you're hard of seeing, you can click on the pictures to make them bigger

 

 

We ate at the pub where Watson and Crick announced the discovery of DNA

 

 

 

We took a boat ride through the middle of all the Cambridge Colleges

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Please note the creepy Asian man watching us)

 

 

We visited a ton of museums

 

(Fitzwilliam History museum)

 

(Fitzwilliam)

 

(Whale skeleton, zoology museum)

 

Darwin's Bug collection, Zoology museum

 

A rhino that can't figure out what color it wants to be

 

 

 

Darwin's journal, museum of archaeology 

 

 

On Friday we visited Lincoln on a school field trip

 

We got to see Roman ruins

 

Both of these gates were built before the 5th century. They're old.

 

We got to see the Lincoln castle

 

 

 

Inside the castle was one of the 4 remaining copies of the original Magna Carta

 

 

 

We also visited the Lincoln Cathedral

 

 

 

 

Dr. Bujak showing us how they built it off-center

 

 

 

 

Needless to say, it was a great weekend!

 

Thanks for reading!

 

Kyle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Prison volleyball and New Earth creationists

Good day!

Once again, long time no see, my apologies once again.

Let’s begin last week.

Wednesday morning I was awaken by the most horrifying noise anyone has ever heard. What sounded like a mixture between an alien invasion, a poorly auto-tuned rap song, and 85 cats falling from a tree echoed throughout the building. I took the normal “Stewart” response to frightening situations by laying very very still and not making a single move. Then I remembered that last night they had warned us about an upcoming fire drill. Feeling like an idiot, I rose, dressed, and followed the masses out of the manor to outside. It was here where we were all met by the coldest, snowiest natural surroundings probably ever recorded in human history.  Like any good elementary school drill, they wouldn’t let us stand on the pavement, so in sandals we all got the privilege to stand in 4 inches of snow while we counted roll, prompting one student to claim “I wish there actually was a fire in the building, then maybe we could get warm.”

New story: One of my professors (specifically the one that is teaching “Social Aspect of Sport”, talk about a toughy), was complaining to us about the volleyball team here. She’s the coach and on try-out day she had all girls show up to play. Unfortunately for them, the league is co-ed and they have to play on a men’s net. Being the little teacher’s pets that Mason and I are, we asked her if we could still join the team, and she affirmed. We rolled into practice Wednesday night and joined 10 other girls to compose the mighty and extremely intimidating Harlaxton Lions volleyball team. We started playing, and I was soon humbled with my amount of volleyball knowledge. The girls there had actually played real volleyball before, so they were running plays, different formations, and switching spots with seemingly no reason. Even with our lack of volleyball knowledge, Mason and I are the only two players that can spike, so we were put on the starting line-up. I’m now an official collegiate athlete and all my dreams have come true. PS, I’m rather positive that we play prison teams IN other prisons.

Last weekend we met up with our “host family,” Mike and Helen O’Neill and their 18 year old son, James. They took us to their house and James, yes the son that is in high school, cooked us the most delicious brunch I’ve ever had. We talked over tea, making us feel somewhat British, and then headed out for a walk. Mind you that it was in the 30s with probably 3 inches of snow on the ground still. We started off toward the “Belfast House,” what was described to us as a historical home that was now under the property of the government. We didn’t know how far the walk was, but I knew we were in trouble when, as we were leaving the neighborhood we ran into a couple the O’Neill’s knew. They asked where we were walking to and we informed them, and they said it would be dark when we returned. At this time it was 12:30…. One hour and 15 minutes and 4 miles later, we rolled up to the house. It was worth the walk. The garden was massive and extravagant, there was a “private church” in the back yard, and the place was massive. (as seen below, guess who figured out how to post pictures)

 

We continued back on our walk and got to see Margaret Thatcher’s (the ex-Prime Minister) birthplace as well as the elementary school that Isaac Newton attended.

On our way back, we ran into another couple. The man was later described to us as being “not quite a bishop” in the Catholic church. In American terms, that’s equivalent to saying he’s “almost one of the most important people in the country.” He started talking about his church, and he said it was built shortly after year 1000AD. Year 1000. Meaning that church is over 1000 years old. Meaning it has been here for half of the time since Jesus walked here. Meaning it was here before the Norman invasion when the Anglo-Saxons were still in control. Meaning that if the New Earth Creationists are right (story for a different day), and the earth is only 5,000 years old, this church has been here for over 1/5 of the earth’s existence. The building has been around about 3 times longer than America. It’s old.

We arrived at their house and had the most delicious meal I’ve had while here. I think the food  here at Harlaxton is so bad, and that we’ve gotten accustomed to it, that anything that actually tastes like real food, we perceive as being God’s little gift to us for that meal.

Speaking of food, we had "Chinese night" here for dinner two nights ago. In sum, it was the worst experience of my life. Featuring an appetizing menu of noodles that were black, rice that was plain rice, an egg roll that you couldn't cut through, "spare rib" that in no way was meat, and "pork balls" (use your imagination), the meal was bad, very very bad.

 

Once again, I know this is long and my apologies for that. When you don’t write posts very often, you have to try to fit in a lot, which leads to a vicious cycle.

We’re headed to Cambridge this weekend and then on to Scotland after that!

Until next time,

Kyle

 

Here are some more pictures I've taken

 

THE Rosetta Stone

 

The fog referred to in the last post

 

 

The infamous rabbit with no head

The Fog

Good day!

Sorry for the delay since the last post. We left Thursday night for London and we arrived to a hotel with no wi-fi, so any chances of a field report were lost.

I’ve recently been informed that most blogs are updated more frequently with shorter posts, but as I’ve said, I’ve never done this before, so we’re making up the “rules” as we go along.

Much has happened in the last week or so.

Last week, we had a “house sorting” ceremony. The scene was a direct imitation of the scene from Harry Potter with the exception of the presence of the hat, the magic, Emma Watson, and Dumbledore. Myself and Mason were sorted into the house of “Mercia”, named after the term used to describe Harlaxton in pre-Norman England. Effectively, Mason and I have changed the name of the house to “ ‘Merica’ “ to touch base with our roots and give us a little more intimidating name. Try saying “Mercia” in a British accent. That’ll put the fear of God into the other houses, no doubt.

Additionally, one morning I looked out the window to an interesting sight. A poor little rabbit has been killed and was wedged between two stones at the base of the exterior wall in the garden. So what did we do? Mason, Evan and I went out and looked at it. As we poked at it and manage to pry it out of the crevice, we came to the startling realization that it was missing its head. Clean cut. There weren’t any dangling organs or anything of that nature, just straight across the neck…  So what did we do? Picked it up with some rocks, took a picture, threw it back on the ground and got away from it as soon as we could. (find the picture on FB, I still haven't mastered getting pictures into these posts)

We left for London Thursday night and started our trip then. Friday morning we went to see Big Ben, the Parliament building, the London Eye, and the other large tourist-y sites. The immensity and size of the city couldn't help but humble me in every way. Saturday we visited the British National Museum which even further blew my mind. Getting to see sections of the Parthenon, the actual Rosetta Stone, and tombs for dozens of mummies was one of the neatest experiences of my life. We then boarded the subway system and traveled to Fulham to see a Premier League soccer match featuring Fulham and Wigan. Due to a shifty find by Mason, we sat in the second row and got to see the players up close and personal. The atmosphere was as they describe it with insults being hurled in every direction and pure passion being worn on everyone's sleeve. Especially intriguing were the four 11-year-olds sitting in the row in front of us (the first row if you're following along), that took jabs at opposing players and let the four letter words fly like it was their job.

That evening we ate a nice little pub and made our way to see some more sights such as Piccadilly circus, where we got to visit the M and M museum that smelt like a combination of sweat, poop, and dark chocolate, Westminster Abbey, and Buckingham Palace.

So has been my life over the past week. "Merica", a rabbit from Sleepy Hollow and one of the most incredible experiences in one of the most incredible cities on this planet.

I'll close with a little story.

Thursday morning, I woke up frustrated. I was frustrate with planning for travels, with a sense of homesickness, and things were just kinda off. I took a walk into the woods on the grounds here and I can rarely remember a exact specific time in which God has ever spoken to me so clearly. I walked outside and there was fog everywhere. I literally mean everywhere. Disgruntled and frustrated that I wouldn't get any super-sweet pics of the manor in the early morning, or that I wouldn't be able to deep into the WWII airfield behind the house, I continued with my walk. I took a path I had never been on before, and the mud started to rise up my shoe with each step, but I continued.

In a startling moment, I stepped of of the sidewalk, took a couple steps over a small ridge, and set eyes on one of the most beautiful sights I've ever witnessed. Boulders and creeks and small rolling hils ran through a miniature valley, and in the early morning sun, the sight was one of a kind. The visibility of the fog stopped just at the end of the small scene, and it stopped me in my tracks.

I started to think. And more importantly I started to pray. I asked God to soften my heart, to take away the worthless stress that was blockading my mind from enjoying the experience. In an almost scary series of events, I continued on the path, with signs at each turn directing me "This Way" or "Right Ahead". I walked through the trail and saw dozens and dozens of unique, incredible landscapes and scenes.

God rocked my world on that walk. Here I was, upset with this thing and frustrated with that thing. By showing me how pretty the land was that was right in front of me, God was showing me to have peace and joy in the life that is right in front of me. It's easy to get caught up in worry about the future and frustrated over small things in everyday life, and so was my case that morning. I'm living in a castle in England with some of the people I love most in this life. I get to travel every weekend to some new cool place that has incredible sites and rich history. Heck, I go to school four days a week. But more importantly than all of that, Jesus' sacrifice saves me from my sin every single day, and for that I am eternally blessed and humbled. Always remember to look right in front of you to see how God is working in your life and trust him to not see the entire picture.

You see, I started the walk expecting the fog to hinder what I would see, but instead it showed me so much more than I could've ever imagined: a gentle reminder that God loves.

Kyle

 

Gregory Gregory

 Good day!

We’ve made it! We departed Louisville around 10:30AM on Thursday, January 3^rd and came rolling into London at 6AM-ish local time. Our travels were smooth with no delays. The flight from Louisville to Chicago was tight, so tight that I was lucky enough to sit straddling my “too small for luggage but too big for a carry-on” backpack. After eating Manchu-wok as my last meal in the states at the Chicago airport, we boarded the flight of eternity to London which featured a 6 year old leaning his seat back against me the whole time and 4 re-runs of “Pitch Perfect” in both English and French on a screen the size of a playing card. With all of this said, we got from point A to point B safely and in time, so it couldn’t have been much better.

In London we were met by 6-7 Harlaxton faculty that were way too excited for 6AM. We boarded buses and went on our way. As we pulled into the Grantham area, the top of the castle appeared. As we got closer and closer, more and more of the building was revealed and subsequently I became more and more in awe.

Over here, they call the castle a “house”, which is hardly does it any justice whatsoever. As we drove up the driveway, under the arched gates and into the cinematic front circle, I couldn’t do anything but smile. This may have been caused by a few things. 1) Anticipation- I’ve known for 7 months that I would be traveling here, so when we pulled into the house’s lot and I stepped on British soil for the first time, it was finally real.

2) Awe- the house is mind-blowing. Words hardly can describe it. The area in which I’m staying was occupied by the Vikings and then also by the Romans. The house itself has a history that could fill books (In fact it has). The manor (another name for the castle) was built by a rich guy named Gregory Gregory (not kidding). Gregory (am I referring to his first name or last name? You’ll never know) was an interesting fellow. Other than the building of this enormous castle, his trace can’t be found anywhere else in history. In fact, he died shortly after the house was finished, but his gravesite has never been found.  Other owners include Gregory Gregory’s family members, a philanthropist, and Jesuits.  Additionally, the house and the land have been used as a machine gun training center and an airfield base during the World Wars. If you’re into this kinda stuff, for a much more professional and detailed history, click here http://www2.harlaxton.ac.uk/harlaxton/briefj.htm.

I’m not super artsy, nor do I really care about architecture whatsoever, but I have to admit that this castle is truly incredible and I can’t begin to appreciate the impressiveness of it. There are tons of cool lions, gargoyles, statues of super old people, shields, chandeliers, and anything else you could ever imagine being at Hogwarts. Walking through the building is overwhelming and I’ve gotten lost dozens of times due to its intricate design and enormity. Don’t trust me? Google “Harlaxton manor” and watch your jaw drop.

Next, the food. I’ve eaten pretty well so far, with the only thing out of the ordinary being a meat-like substance they loosely called “prime rib” that tasted scarily identical to a slim jim.

Enough of that, though. I’ve enjoyed frolicking around this place for a couple days now. The staff here is incredibly personal and down to earth. If you ask them a question, they will walk with you wherever you need to go and help you find the answer. It’s an environment I’ve never been exposed to and never will get the chance again. I’m living in the same building as some of my closest friends, all of my professors and their kids, and the principal of the college. I eat with them, drink with them, and definitely get to be merry with all of them.

I realize this is long, but it’s tough to explain this stuff in a few words. I’ll close by saying this: I ask that you continue to pray for me and anyone else here that you know. It’s an exciting time for growth but it will only be healthy if Christ is in the center of it.

Until next time where I’ll have more information on classes, other bad food that is supposed to be good but tastes like crappy American beef jerky, and much much more!

Kyle