I need to vent

Vent

One thing that kinda comes naturally to me is that I don’t miss being places. Ive always been good at moving on from one phase into another without really looking back at the old one and wanting to go back. I moved to Blacksburg without ever a look back. I left Africa knowing it was time to return home. I moved out of my house in kville after one year at tech never regretting giving my room up. There is, however, this new phase of life. I miss Whoppahouse. The house, the dudes, the atmosphere, the brotherhood, and everything. The funny thing is, I knew the time had come over a year ago. Pat and I had returned to Blacksburg and things just were not the same. I am a believer in its not where or what you are doinig but its who you are with. We have the blessing of knowing we are with the Bigman at all times but upon returning to Blacksburg I knew the times were a changing. I knew it was time to get out because the men who had cemented my love affair with the burg were mostly gone. Life began to change. So I do miss it a lot. But I also believe what bettwy writes in his book. College was awesome but its not the best time we will ever have, that’s bullshit, because we have a life of freedom that will get better everyday walking with the King. The thing is, Im still adjusting to the shock waves. The ripples of my pool have not calmed. I do hope that one day we can all be near. Live close, work, raise kids who play together, laugh, fight, help eachother learn how to be married the right way, support eachother’s spouses as good friends. In my dreams we have like 300 acres of land and we all build a house on it in different areas. Maybe 20 minutes outside Richmond where business guys, engineers, ministers, and pilots can work and play. That’s my dream, and if I ever figure out a way I will be calling! In the meantime I know that our brotherhood is born of rock and steel that will not only be great in spirit but accomplish things in this world. Nico made up “whoppahead ministries international” to publish the book under and I think I might start a bible study in Greensboro. I see a need that should be filled. One that I think I can fill, and we all can fill. I see guys everywhere who need whoppaheads, and need to know that they are one. A goofball guy, trustworthy and hardheaded, but needs to be told he can kick some ass and take names in this world as part of the only real army in the universe the one that cant be defeated. We are not in control of our lives. Our lives are governed by the laws and codes and principles that God has designed. Like the rules of the ball game. And if you focus on Him, His laws, and His codes of character, manhood, and freedom, then you are, infact, in control . I think that one day we can surround ourselves with eachother again and play as a team. But for now we gotta play as a team geologically separate. But never forget that its only miles that separate our team.

There is that little pause. That little gap. That little moment that seperates stimulus from reaction. That gap, however small, is where your soul resides. That gap is what seperates you from the beast. That gap, between stimulus and response, is God. That moment if your freedom to use the law, no matter the stimulus.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pD0YMb-7hlY&feature=PlayList&p=0C1010ABCF60D80E&index=21

Thanks for listening.

Wheeler