Gart More.

I went to Gartmore. Here's some photos. I love it here. Scotland is great. People here are amazing. Life is good.

(Click on the photos to see them full size.)

Sometimes I throw up, and words come out...

So, two nights ago, I had quite the crazy experience. Long story short. Being the gentleman that I was raised to be, a friend of mine, Will, and I went back to another one of our friends flats, Hannah's. The radiator had fallen off her wall a few days ago and onto her leg. Bad bruises, and worse limps. She's doing better now though. But anyway...
So, she asks us to pick up the radiator to see how heavy it is, and sure enough, we notice it is leaking and also that it's very heavy. So Will says, "Hey, pick lift this up, I'll put a pot underneath it, then we can just go back home and get some sleep." Bad Idea. I picked up the radiator, and water sprung forth from the depths. It was spraying everywhere, all over Will and the rest of the room. It was as if there was a movie playing before my eyes.
So, we then decided to be gentlemen and stay the night, emptying buckets all night after doing quite a number patching up the radiator to slow it to a drip. It was quite the adventure, one of those nights that I'll look back, and laugh.
So, previous to this, we went to a pub, and a girl we know gave me a hug to say goodbye, then kissed my cheek.

So who ever thought that I would receive my first cheek-kiss at age 18 in a pub in Glasgow, Scotland. And I could have never have predicted that the first night I ever stayed over at a girls house that I would actually not sleep. Sort of ironic.


I went busking yesterday. I'm sort of embarrassed, because most everyone I know heard about me busking. It was a really fun time, I enjoyed it. But I don't know if I have what it takes to be a musician. I'm going to an open mic monday night, so we'll see how that goes.

I went to a church called Re:Hope last week, I really liked it a lot. It was reminiscent of Pit Crew in Omaha. The teaching was sound, but not buttered up. Truthful, withholding offense, save the offensiveness of the Gospel. I don't know if I still want to check out churches around town, or just dive into this one. I guess that'll be answered through prayer. And I went to a bible study for Re:Hope, a Bible read through group. We're going through the whole Bible in a year. I'm excited, to say the least.

But I'm so selfish. We went to a flat warming party last night, and there were so many opportunities for me to make new friends, talk to people about Jesus. But instead, I just talked only to people I knew, with a few shallow exceptions.
I'm going to go buy a homeless man a sandwich, instead of Church. Pray for me, that God would use me. I mean really, pray.

I'm no superman

So, I've just started classes. I'm actually in the library right now studying for Greek. I'm really excited for this class. I feel like a big nerd, because I am up late using this notecard program I downloaded for my computer to study. But I'm finally learning about stuff that I'm passionate about. And It is very nice to be able to be surrounded by people who feel the same way about these topics.

I led worship last night. I feel like I did an awful job (which I think I really did, I have little to no sense of tempo). But that makes me realize that I might be able to play on my own. I found a place called The Bloc that has an open mic on Sunday nights, so I think I'm going to at least check it out sometime.

The culture here is one of pubs. It's nice, because they're generally very relaxing environments. Weird to be hanging out with a bunch of Christians in a "bar", but that's the way things work here. What's even stranger is that all the shopping stores are set up to generally close around 6 p.m. everyday; so that people can go to the pub at night. Weird.

I'm planning on visiting Jade and Erin Junod, they're in Eck en Wiel at L'Abri right now, in The Netherlands. That'll probably happen in November.

Oh, and I guess I've made some friends. So that's nice too.