A Troubled Threshold, Instant Mountain Dew, Praising God with Song and Compressed Hydrogen, and a Story About a Boy Who Made Noise
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm back and with such a vengeance that I can change the world I know and love. I can change it forever, but first. I'd like to say hello to all my compatriots in praise from the former, how morbid, YLC choir. You're most welcome. Make yourself at home, cause you sure ain't leavin' anytime soon, that much I can promise, but before we do, here's to you Noel, I'd like to start with an excerpt from 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 that best depicts what this entry is going to be about...
If I speak in the tongues of mortals and angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing...
Let's start from the end of this story and work our way backwards. I came home from YLC as vibrant as I'll ever be to a home that was far from it. I opened the door to a father who had expected a mother to bring us home who, in fact, was driving to Peter and Paul to pick us up. Before he asked us how we were or anything of the sort, he began muttering something to himself, of which only the words "your mother" were discernible, picked up the phone, called my mother, apologized to her for having to turn around and come back right as she was approaching the church, and then he decided to ask us how we were. This, I think and am pretty close to being dang sure a bout, is the Good Man Upstairs reminding all of us that taking this experience back with us into our daily lives is not going to be easy, in fact, it's going to be one of the hardest things we'll ever do. I only bring this up because it's what we all need to hear most of all. Remember everything we've shared because things like this should, and will, never die. I simply won't let them.
Ah, instant Mountain Dew. No ladies and gents, not the kind you can "JUST ADD WATER!" to and give yourself a nice rush, but something a lot quicker and much more satisfying. This lovely little section goes out to the most wonderful people in the world I will have, or have ever met. You know who you are...and in case you're curious. "OOPA!" I can't believe he spelled it like that... :). You guys, to put it quite frankly, have done something so amazing for me. You all reminded me of who I am and who the Big Guy Upstairs really wants me to be. Enthusiasm is one things, air horns another, but focusing that enthusiasm like I did with you all and turning it into something that wonderful, spiritual, and completely satisfying is something that belongs in a category belonging entirely to itself. If I didn't want to bore you all, I would spend the rest of the evening telling each and every one of you what you have done and why I am eternally indebted to you. I can only say thank you so many times in a paragraph, or two, before I just seem ridiculously redundant, which, by any means, we cannot have. ;) I have never met a group of people who can keep the faith, and sing it, as well as you and, again, I am eternally in your debt. If I think of some way to thank you, let it be heard that I will do it a thousand fold for you. I love you all more than you could ever know even in such a short time. Thank you. Truly and deeply. Thank you.
And need I mention how absolutely amazing you guys are vocally? I think not...this is just an excuse to mention how absolutely hilarious it was when Mike had that huge airhorn...I will not be mocked with out a fight! :)
Oh dear, I thought the deep part of this entry was a lot further away than this. Oh well, I guess it's time. I apologize to you all, especially John and Brianna, who I sincerely meant to speak with about this, but, one, forgot and, two, decided it was something worth telling here to you all in this way.
Enthusiasm, as Noel likes to point out, has not always been this boy's way of life. It wasn't until I met Noel that I learned what I could really become and am awfully close to today. There's just one little piece left missing, you see. By the way, by little I mean very large.
I've been told, much to my dismay several times at YLC, that I pretty much have it all. Smarts, talent, suave, friends, enthusiasm, and I'm not half bad looking, but the truth is, I am far from having it all. In fact I think, personally, that these things inhibit me from having it all. They have there uses, yes, even in God's name, but what does it matter? I have given it all to God. That's how things work for me, ya' know? Everything I have ever had, been, been given, given to others, taken or thrown away has been put in its place by the Big Guy Upstairs. When I have a problem, God is the one who tells me how to take care of it. That's just how I run. No issues right? Well, ladies and gents, you guessed right. The answer sure ain't an enthusiastic "right!", that much is for certain. In all of his glory, honor and the gifts that he has given in spirit and mind, I have a much more selfish, physical need, if you will. Call me crazy, but even the Bible's got me backed up on this one. Without love, what have I? Yes, I have a tremendous love for the Big Man Upstairs, his son, and the Flaming pet Pidgeon, no offense Sanctus Spiritus, but, as the verses say, even those who hand over their body, mind and soul are nothing without love. No call me crazy, because I am only sixteen and have got a lot of time ahead of me in my life trust me, I'm aware, but that doesn't change the fact that I need someone just like everyone else on this God given Earth we have. Someone to share it all with, to laugh with you in times of merriment, to cry and your shoulder in times of trouble and do the same for you, to hold your hand and chat with you about useless topics only meant to prick that little smile from the depths of their tied up emotions. Someone to love you. Plain and simple. If only it was just that. We all know the truth of the matter, though. Even this sixteen-year-old boy from Oswego. That's what got me at Reconciliation. The fact that I had that, pardon, those shoulders to cry on. It's painful for me and it was a wonderful feeling to know that I have you guys to confide in forever with that thought. It's nice to know there are shoulders to spare. It hurts a lot. And please, don't mistake this paragraph, or any of the previously stated, to be a sort of "sympathy vote". What I be asking sympathy for? Take it as another well deserved thank you. Thank you for helping this troubled kid remember that he has some people who love him, even if he can't hold them forever. Thank you for giving me that hope no matter how fleeting it is. There is nothing more I could ever want. Thank you.
Feel free to drop me a line at pancakes@comcast.net . I would really appreciate talking to guys again. I plan to stay in touch. :)
I'll end with a Hungarian saying a good friend of mine told me...
May you live to see a thousand years and may I live one day less so I will never know the world without the pleasure of your company.
Oh, I almost forgot.
St. Cecilia, pray for us.
;)
Nick Pankuch.
If I speak in the tongues of mortals and angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing...
Let's start from the end of this story and work our way backwards. I came home from YLC as vibrant as I'll ever be to a home that was far from it. I opened the door to a father who had expected a mother to bring us home who, in fact, was driving to Peter and Paul to pick us up. Before he asked us how we were or anything of the sort, he began muttering something to himself, of which only the words "your mother" were discernible, picked up the phone, called my mother, apologized to her for having to turn around and come back right as she was approaching the church, and then he decided to ask us how we were. This, I think and am pretty close to being dang sure a bout, is the Good Man Upstairs reminding all of us that taking this experience back with us into our daily lives is not going to be easy, in fact, it's going to be one of the hardest things we'll ever do. I only bring this up because it's what we all need to hear most of all. Remember everything we've shared because things like this should, and will, never die. I simply won't let them.
Ah, instant Mountain Dew. No ladies and gents, not the kind you can "JUST ADD WATER!" to and give yourself a nice rush, but something a lot quicker and much more satisfying. This lovely little section goes out to the most wonderful people in the world I will have, or have ever met. You know who you are...and in case you're curious. "OOPA!" I can't believe he spelled it like that... :). You guys, to put it quite frankly, have done something so amazing for me. You all reminded me of who I am and who the Big Guy Upstairs really wants me to be. Enthusiasm is one things, air horns another, but focusing that enthusiasm like I did with you all and turning it into something that wonderful, spiritual, and completely satisfying is something that belongs in a category belonging entirely to itself. If I didn't want to bore you all, I would spend the rest of the evening telling each and every one of you what you have done and why I am eternally indebted to you. I can only say thank you so many times in a paragraph, or two, before I just seem ridiculously redundant, which, by any means, we cannot have. ;) I have never met a group of people who can keep the faith, and sing it, as well as you and, again, I am eternally in your debt. If I think of some way to thank you, let it be heard that I will do it a thousand fold for you. I love you all more than you could ever know even in such a short time. Thank you. Truly and deeply. Thank you.
And need I mention how absolutely amazing you guys are vocally? I think not...this is just an excuse to mention how absolutely hilarious it was when Mike had that huge airhorn...I will not be mocked with out a fight! :)
Oh dear, I thought the deep part of this entry was a lot further away than this. Oh well, I guess it's time. I apologize to you all, especially John and Brianna, who I sincerely meant to speak with about this, but, one, forgot and, two, decided it was something worth telling here to you all in this way.
Enthusiasm, as Noel likes to point out, has not always been this boy's way of life. It wasn't until I met Noel that I learned what I could really become and am awfully close to today. There's just one little piece left missing, you see. By the way, by little I mean very large.
I've been told, much to my dismay several times at YLC, that I pretty much have it all. Smarts, talent, suave, friends, enthusiasm, and I'm not half bad looking, but the truth is, I am far from having it all. In fact I think, personally, that these things inhibit me from having it all. They have there uses, yes, even in God's name, but what does it matter? I have given it all to God. That's how things work for me, ya' know? Everything I have ever had, been, been given, given to others, taken or thrown away has been put in its place by the Big Guy Upstairs. When I have a problem, God is the one who tells me how to take care of it. That's just how I run. No issues right? Well, ladies and gents, you guessed right. The answer sure ain't an enthusiastic "right!", that much is for certain. In all of his glory, honor and the gifts that he has given in spirit and mind, I have a much more selfish, physical need, if you will. Call me crazy, but even the Bible's got me backed up on this one. Without love, what have I? Yes, I have a tremendous love for the Big Man Upstairs, his son, and the Flaming pet Pidgeon, no offense Sanctus Spiritus, but, as the verses say, even those who hand over their body, mind and soul are nothing without love. No call me crazy, because I am only sixteen and have got a lot of time ahead of me in my life trust me, I'm aware, but that doesn't change the fact that I need someone just like everyone else on this God given Earth we have. Someone to share it all with, to laugh with you in times of merriment, to cry and your shoulder in times of trouble and do the same for you, to hold your hand and chat with you about useless topics only meant to prick that little smile from the depths of their tied up emotions. Someone to love you. Plain and simple. If only it was just that. We all know the truth of the matter, though. Even this sixteen-year-old boy from Oswego. That's what got me at Reconciliation. The fact that I had that, pardon, those shoulders to cry on. It's painful for me and it was a wonderful feeling to know that I have you guys to confide in forever with that thought. It's nice to know there are shoulders to spare. It hurts a lot. And please, don't mistake this paragraph, or any of the previously stated, to be a sort of "sympathy vote". What I be asking sympathy for? Take it as another well deserved thank you. Thank you for helping this troubled kid remember that he has some people who love him, even if he can't hold them forever. Thank you for giving me that hope no matter how fleeting it is. There is nothing more I could ever want. Thank you.
Feel free to drop me a line at pancakes@comcast.net . I would really appreciate talking to guys again. I plan to stay in touch. :)
I'll end with a Hungarian saying a good friend of mine told me...
May you live to see a thousand years and may I live one day less so I will never know the world without the pleasure of your company.
Oh, I almost forgot.
St. Cecilia, pray for us.
;)
Nick Pankuch.
posted by Cap'n Vincent @ 23.7.06
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