When you see my face, I don't hope it gives you anything

I mean no disrespect to the All-American Rejects. When I first heard the song, I liked it alot. In fact, I can see be heard admiring its catchiness. Everyone who feels unjustly dumped, or left by a friend, or even just basking in a moment of angst - the lyrics and bouncy tune could get anyone shouting in their car with the windows down.

And, you know, being an Aggie, saying "hell" in context no longer sends this tinge of guilt up my spine. I think that sensation's exodus has something to do with the fact I often yell it with 86,000 of my closest friends.

Also, my trysts with the opposite sex are somewhat more than limited, the song in question is the perfect unrequited insult to hurl at someone who doesn't know you're singing at them. Me and every sixteen year old girl on the planet can relate to this hormonal reaction to pop music.

But, then the Holy Spirit began speaking to my soul. Why wish ill on someone who expending little to no energy on you? What do I gain from anyone else's hurt? Why should I want to?

I think this is the first of many chats Christ and I are going to have about culture, its role within my life, and my role within its world.

Just trying to figure out in and not of,
Hols

"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect." Romans 12:2