This week in New York was…a very busy one (as much as I hate to admit). In the Big Apple, there is simply too many sights to see, too many activities to do and too many places to visit. Even in museums, like American Museum of Natural History, Metropolitan and MOMA, there are so many exhibits and drawings to look and marvel at that we could barely visit one third of all them. But the biggest drawback from my experience in New York is that I had no access to a guitar for my entertainment and relaxed times. I was so bummed…I never thought that music was such a big part of my life so much that it would affect my travels. Nevertheless I still like New York. I still have to try their famous New York-style pizzas.
Here’s a very generalized sequence of events that happened during my first stay in New York shown in the following pictures:
This is before the plane ride…
First Day I was thrown into the streets with slippers
Ma, just being here stresses me out
Nothing like hunger for the choicest sauce (but food is expensive here)
Nothing like feeling bloated…
First Sunday Service in the Big Apple
This lake here is named after John F. Kennedy’s Wife, Jacqueline
Tired of the Tall Wall Streets
Throwin’ up 2 fingers for peace
A Very Normally, Ordinary Picture of Myself
A Very Normally, Ordinary Picture of Myself with my Sibling
|Fellowship of the Unashamed|
|I am part of the “Fellowship of the Unashamed.” The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure.|
I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, and my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear.
I won’t give up, back up, let up or shut up until I’ve preached up, prayed up, paid up, store up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear.
| An African martyr’s last words
from the book “One Thing You Can’t Do In Heaven”
by Mark Cahill