El chino y yo.
Si solo pudiera volver el tiempo atras...

After 17 years, I got back to Bariloche in one of the most unexpected trips ever.
GOD IS FREAKIN' AWESOME!!!

All I meant was that
I want God to have the place in my life
I don’t allow Him to have.

I need you desperately.
I can’t make it without you.
I want it to hurt when you are not with me.
I want to feel sad when you are not around.
I want to lose sleep because I didn’t talk to you.
I want to get back home as soon as I can so that I can learn more from you.
I want to long for five minutes with you.
I want to hug you longer than a minute.
I want to have a “café con leche” and “medialunas” with you every morning.
I want to buy you a present.
I want you to wear my clothes and I want to wear yours.
I want to take pictures of you and I want you to be in my pictures.
I want to download songs for you.
I want to go to the movies with you and after the movies; I want us to go for dinner to “Pizza 49”.
I want to call you on the phone and talk about random stuff.
I want to chat online with you and laugh my head off.
I want to be frustrated when I don’t get to spend time with you.
I want to cook for you and with you.
I want to protect you with my life.
I want to serve you in every way I can.
I want you to be my partner when I go running.
I don’t want to lie to you because I know it hurts.
I want you to be the light of my days, the song on the radio, the air that flows free through my lungs, the food that I have everyday.
I want you to be the path that will lead me…
I want to be more like you and less than me.

Freaking idiot!

I just figured it out! Everything was based on a guilty response attitude.

mees yeht tahw syawla ton era sgnihT

Without forgiveness, there will be no peace in my heart.

I haven’t blogged in awhile.
Strange as it may seem, I feel I have nothing to say.
And don’t get me wrong, it is not I am going through a difficult time.
It is just the way it is.
Writing these few lines is taking me quite a long time;
because I am trying to let my ideas flow, but nothing really happens.
Anyways, I guess I am betting on God.

Just a thought I had last night while I was talking with a friend,
What would you do if God talked to you one of these nights?
What would that first reaction be?
Would you speak at all?
Or would you let Him do all the talking?
I know what I would do…
I would ask Him: Are you sure?

This is freaking awesome. Why? Summer camp was incredible. I enjoyed till the last minute there. I got to learn how to play Frisbee golf, which is not that difficult after all. My private teacher, Dave, is really patience with me; sometimes I suck at playing Frisbee. I learned a few new worship songs. Most of them, I think they were written last century, but still I like them.
Now that I think about it, I never pay attention to the names of the songs,…dang it!
I shared my room with Mariano (Tucuman), this was really cool. This guy is out of this world. Daniel (La Plata) was there too. Diego (can’t remember where he is from); he was “la ley”. He is working for the Lord full time.
There was one thing I wanted to be sure of, Who am I in Christ?
Guess what? I did.
Ok, there was only one song during the whole camp spinning around my head:

MUESTRAME TU CAMINO HOY SEÑOR
SANTIFICAME DISPUESTO ESTA MI CORAZÓN
QUIERO SER UNA OFRENDA PARA TI
CON MI FORMA DE VIVIR
QUE TU REINO VENGA A MI

CORO
POSTRADO EN MI APOSENTO ME ENCONTRARE CONTIGO
Y EN LA INTIMIDAD ME ENSEÑARAS A TOCAR TU CORAZÓN
MI VIDA EN TU PRESENCIA SE HA VUELTO LA AVENTURA QUE TANTO SOÑE
HE ENCONTRADO EN TI LA RAZÓN DE MÍ EXISTIR
...TE PERTENEZCO SEÑOR


more comments? nope. this song explains it all.
THIS was a random blog! lol

"you are my friends, and the greatest love a person can have for his friends is to give his life for them"

The day I got started again and beat "Law Translation"

...Y la verdad los hará libres.

Es la una de la mañana y recién llego a casa después de celebrar la recibida de una muy buena amiga. La verdad es que estoy muy cansado. Es casi imposible ser capaz de escribir una oración sin tener que pensar dos veces en lo que quiero expresar, pero lo voy a intentar.
Después de una par de meses largos decidí que quiero terminar mi carrera. La única explicación que encuentro es que Dios ha vuelto a poner el deseo en mi corazón para que lo haga.
Quiero darle las gracias a mi Padre que esta en los cielos por su fidelidad, amor incondicional, por revelarme la verdad que estaba escondida ante mi, por mostrarme la verdad mas grande que he querido ver en toda mi vida. Me dio la respuesta que le he pedido por años. Mi corazón esta lleno de gozo y alegría desde entonces. Y creo que el hecho de haber recibido semejante confirmación de su parte fue lo que me motivo a otras cosas como el querer terminar mi carrera.
Siempre, siempre es una cuestión de elección, la clave esta en elegir el camino correcto.
Lo que me asombra mas es que usa a mucha gente en el proceso para confirmar y darme la posibilidad de elegir.
¿Alguna vez han leído el libro: “La Vida que Siempre has Querido” por John Ortberg?
¿O el libro “Salvaje de Corazón” por John Eldredge? Leanlos y sabran en alguna medida de lo que estoy hablando.
Nada cambia hasta que el dolor de permanecer en lo mismo se percibe mayor que al dolor del cambio

"se habla castellano"

Traducción-Translation
Bueno, no puedo creer que casi sea Navidad.
Hoy al medio día, decidí hacer un alto en lo que estaba haciendo y salí
de mi departamento en busca de tarjetas navideñas. Casi me muero
cuando algunos de lugares a los que fui tenían unas tarjetas muy viejas y feas
o tenían algunas, pero en inglés.
¡SI! Versiones en inglés, en un país cuya lengua es el castellano. No se trata
de ser patriota, es sólo un poco de sentido común.
Además, es cómico considerando el hecho de que hace no menos de un mes
atrás, una cantidad considerada de argentinos protestaban por la visita del
presidente norteamericano G.W. Bush. No sólo por no estar de acuerdo con su agenda,
sino por hablar un idioma que muchos argentinos consideran un mal necesario.
Ni que hablar de los de Izquierda que sostienen que el inglés es la lengua del Imperialismo.
Lo que lo hace más interesante es el hecho de que esos comerciantes argentinos
que para estar a la moda usan nombres en inglés en sus negocios, muchos de los cuales son terribles, y algunas veces hasta ridículos, tales como: “Tit’s” (senos), “Try me” (probame), “Sail” (Navegar), “SOHO”. La lista seria interminable.
¿Alguna vez no han entrado a un “drugstore” en busca de remedios, y la única cosa
que encontraron pegada en la pared es una calcomanía del negocio anterior?
¿Alguna vez no se encontraron con una persona que tenia puesta una remera que decía: “Touch me wherever you want”, (“Tocame donde quieras”)?
¿Qué le pasa a esta gente? ¿No tienen ganas de saber que es lo que dicen las inscripciones?
¿No saben lo lindo que es el castellano?
Por si esto fuera poco, ¡¡tarjetas navideñas en inglés!! Che,¡ reaccionen! Es un feriado del cual sacamos ventaja para expresar nuestras emociones y sentimientos. Aprovechamos
Para decirles a otras personas que los queremos. En muchos de los cosas para recordarles lo que nuestro Señor hizo por nosotros.
Si la tarjeta esta en otro idioma, ¿cómo corno van a entender lo que dice?
En fin, disfrutemos y usemos el castellano, este idioma increíble, muy rico en vocabulario y modismos.
Es traduccion fiel del ensayo redactado con anterioridad, escrito en idioma ingles que he vertido al idioma castellano y que he tenido a la vista. La Plata, 11 de diciembre de 2005.

Lord,
I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
and wipe away the crimson stains
and dull the nails that still remain
More and more I need you now,
I owe you more each passing hour
the battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
and wash the feet and cleanse my pride
take the selfish, take the weak,
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
the sin-soaked heart and make it yours
take my world all apart
take it now, take it now
and serve the ones that I despise
speak the words I can't deny
watch the world I used to love
fall to dust and thrown away...
Fabian
(Jars of Clay)

Ok, solo por esta vez debo reconocer que Martín y Cassandra tienen razón. Aunque me gustaría decir algo en mi defensa: Yo sí sé lo que escribo en inglés.

Ok, I cannot believe it is almost Christmas!
Around noon I decided to take a break from my activities and I went out of my apartment to look for some Christmas cards. To my surprise, some of the places I visited had either awful old fashion or English version ones.
Yes! English versions, in a Castellano-speaking country. This is not patriotism, it is just a little of common sense.
Besides, this is funny considering the fact that less than a month ago, a great number of Argentines were complaining against American president G. W. Bush. Not only for not agreeing with the political agenda but for speaking a language that most Argentines consider a necessary evil. Not to mention the “liberals’ that claim English the language of Imperialism.
What makes it more interesting is the fact those Argentine dealers, to be in fashion name after their own stores with hilarious, some times ridiculous names: such as “Tit’s”, “Try me”, “Sail”,”Soho”. The list would be extremely long.
Haven’t you ever entered a “drugstore: looking for some medicine, and the only thing related to medicine is the old sticker left by the previous owner of the store on the wall?
Haven’t you ever run into a person wearing a t-shirt that read: “Touch me wherever you want”?
What is wrong with these people? Don’t they wan to know what the inscription is about? Don’t they know how beautiful “castellano” is?
Now, Christmas cards in English!!??! Wake up people! It is a Holiday we take advantage of to express our feelings and emotions. To let other people know that we care about them. And in most of the cases to remind them what God did for us.
If the card is in another language, how in the world are they going to understand what is written on it?
People, let’s enjoy and make use of castellano, this incredible language, extremely rich in vocabulary and idioms.

This is Ned, and the lady standing next to him is Mary. Isn't it a cute couple? I think it is.

PRAISE THE LORD!!
He never,never,never,never fails!!! eat that!



Irina got the VISA!!!! Hey, are you guys ready for Iri???
She rocks!!!

God of Wonders

Ok, I haven’t blogged in a while, so I think it is time to update.
I am so excited about a couple of things.
The first one, I can’t believe Irina is leaving for the States in two weeks’ time. I am so happy for her. If there is one thing I like about her is her determination and how she trusts our Lord. Getting all this paper done has been kind of an ordeal, but still nothing compares to the joy she will feel once in the States.
By the way, I would like to say something about this matter…why do I have this idea that it is so much easier for a middle east guy to get into the States than for an Argentine? I don’t get it. Anyways, that’s the way it is, they may have their own reasons.
Back to what I was talking about, this next Monday 21st, Iri has her appointment, I am relying on God’s faithfulness, and I am completely sure she will make it. Martin and I are going to Buenos Aires so that she is not by herself. Dang it! I can’t believe we will celebrate the fact that she will get a VISA. It should be something less festive.
The second thing is that I am so thankful to my Lord for the peace HE brought to my family and to my heart.
The third is that finally I got to talk to my teacher so I will be able to take one of my final tests. December 13th will be awesome.
Ok, the guys are waiting for me to watch a movie…so, that’s all folks

Ok, this is for all those Argentines that are soooooo ....narrow-minded
The fact that G.W. Bush came down to Argentina doesnt mean that we have..
to stop working
to go on strikes
to destroy every single mc donalds in the country
to try to set Bank Boston on fire
to set on fire Galicia Bank ( it is a Spanish bank, for
crying out loud!)
to destroy Havanna (thats retarded!)
My dearest argentines, instead of complaining and complaining; get your butts on a freaking chear and get to work...then you ask why we are as we are.