One Word: Whirlyball

Let me be the first to say, there was absolutely nothing in Detroit. And I do mean, just about nothing. Nothing to see, nothing to do, not even many people to do or see it with. The very streets of downtown are all but abandoned, buildings run down, the riverfront mostly covered. My stay in Detroit had very little interest and excitement, that is for certain.
With the sole exception on one thing: Whirlyball. We found. We came. We conquered. And..I kid you not, this sport does exist! We had a night of this, and I officially decided what my new favorite sport is. I don't want to know what madman came up with this idea...but I can tell you it is more fun than anything else I've played. Check this out!



...We are so totally setting this up in Charlotte.

The Blue Collar Town

On the few days we were allowed to enter into downtown Chicago and see the sights, tastes the foods, and smell the smells, we got more than our share. Wow. Not for Chicago, but for the experience of where I am, the people I'm with, and what I've learned of late. It's too much for one blog post, from unknown family history, family I never knew about, to experiencing the higher cities as a country grown boy. God is using the time to sharpen me...I can feel it.
The people I work with are mostly family. Ach...an entire post could be done on my uncle, one of the most unusual men I have met. Interestingly, those he has hired are mostly all my own cousins...he is quite an idealist, wanting to keep the business strictly family owned and managed. I don't think he has hired anyone except distant family and random connections. It certainly makes for an interesting family view! I might try to describe them all in detail later, and how my mission in bringing them closer to Christ progresses. Suffice to say for now...there's opposition. God will have to work heavily. Please pray for that.
But enough of that. Those interesting stories...might come later. Of Chicago, the best I ever saw was not the Sears (actually Willis now!) Tower, or Navy Pier, or...the random giant iron marble in the middle of downtown. It wasn't the absolutely (AMAZING!) deep dish pizza pie we had. I felt again like Link walking into Castletown for the first time, a country boy seeing what small, stately cities wretched humanity could contrive.
The best part of it all...was as we left, we rode the L Train out, headed north from Union Station, on a fairly cloudy night, just as the fog was setting in. It was later, perhaps eleven on a Tuesday night. Streets were almost deserted, except for the trains occasionally rolling above the streets. This was the most magical part of Chicago that I saw...gazing out into the dim, misty streets, lit by rows of lantern posts. We went slowly. Once in a while a shadowed person below would walk down the misty, quiet streets as we flew by. We went over the river, it was glittering with the street lights, flashing and black in its canal. It...was a very noir, romantic, quieting thing to experience. It looked like a scene from a film noir, the streets a private eye would walk. Or a quiet couple might walk beside the river under the lanterns, in the wind, right in the midst of the darkened city. That is what I shall remember of Chicago, for the time being.

What It Is To Be A Knight

Being a true, chivalrous knight of old means the highest of callings. It is truly the greatest rank of good men, the strongest warriors, and the level to which we should aspire. The strongest of places and the place of heroes, the kind of men who are the light and salt of the world, the lights in the darkness, and the unwavering flames that point the direction in which wretched humanity should go. And as such, it requires the highest commitment, the greatest level of discipline, and the immeasurable grace of God.

It means being humble and wise, lowly of heart and willing to learn. Those who will not learn will not survive, and those without humility are the proud whom God opposes. It means being open to knowledge, wisdom, and the willingness, even the passion, to learn and discover the truth.

It means learning when and how to use the sword, when it is necessary. It means knowing the meaning of what it is to maim, and if necessary, kill a human being like yourself. It means realizing the importance of human life. Killing and fighting to protect the innocent. To defend the weak. To safeguard and at all costs, shield the women and children. And, on rare occasion and God willing, to dispense justice and God’s own wrath on evil.

It means never, ever harming or endangering a woman or lady, and most especially, the daughters of the Most High King. It means holding a lady in the highest respect and honor, treating her with all purity and selflessness, whether she deserve it or no. It means never touching a woman for selfish gain, or using biting words or actions against her. It means defending and protecting the weaker, more beautiful vessel of humanity. It means dying in her defense and considering that death a privilege indeed.

It means defending the truth, and shining alight for the dying world to see, and leading by example, by faith, by word and by deed. It means knowing the truth, finding and searching for the truth, and then faithfully committing to the truth. It means being wise enough to discern lies from truth, reading the Scriptures, examining yourself, and having no bias or flawed opinion. It means constantly studying for the Truth, and constantly standing by it unwaveringly.

It means being completely fearless in the face of the enemy. No matter how great the numbers or the strength of your adversary, fighting and standing without fear or waver against the tide. No matter the greatest challenge posed, or the most heavy burden placed upon you, it means standing steadfast in any fight, any challenge, or any trial, and never surrendering. It means fearing none but God alone. And as such, it means fighting, hurting, agonizing, and if God wills, dying without complaint or a word. It means standing fearlessly in the face of human opinion, or physical harm, or mockers and the hatred of the world. It means being selfless.

It means fearlessly standing by the truth. Defending the weak and innocent. Protecting the children, and honoring the lady with the highest standard. It means seeking the truth and standing by it, dying without a word in its defense when occasion arises.

But above all these things, it means being a dedicated, unmoving, humble servant of the Almighty God and Jesus Christ. It means committing heart, sword, mind, and soul to His service, His glory, and His Only Son. It means being a bright flame for all to see these things. It means following Him no matter the cost. In the face of loss of love and friends, of human respect and charity, the loss of home and material gain, comfort, and great trial and pain, it means giving Him everything. And, in the end, dying for His glory, by sword, sickness, or slow age. It means complete sacrifice, total commitment to these things.

So then, when all these things take place, it means being an example to all around you, serving and loving God and fellow man, standing out bravely, strongly, and passionately.

So then, the truest, greatest victory and purpose of a knight is when men look at him, in life or death, they say, ‘This was a man who changed and inspired the people around him.’ This, I believe, is what it us to be a knight and prince of the King, a son of the Most High God.

The Bends In The Road

Well, ladies and gents, it seems that life is about to take a major change! I suppose it has been some time since I updated on my life again, and seeing as some very interesting, unusual, and actually important events might be happening soon, it would definitely be a wise idea to inform you guys what exactly is going on. Also, it will save me the time of explaining it multiple times, because…well to be blunt, this is hard to explain.
To begin with, I know I mentioned before that I am no longer working for CollegePlus!, and God has definitely made it clear He did not want me pursuing that path at the moment. As I began looking for a new job, God, in His wonderful, mysterious way, opened up the door I am going through now. I may be gone for a while.
We shall see, I suppose. I’m going to be leaving, at least, leaving North Carolina and the opportunities here to take up a traveling job and work in areas from Chicago to San Diego. My uncle recently offered me the best offer I got while job searching, hands down, and allowed me to go to work as soon as I could possibly arrive, all good signs. He, Tom, owns a small contracting/supervising company that is often contracted out by various cities, states, and occasionally organizations, to set up either temporary locations or events, even sometimes building projects. I’m looking very much forward to it. We would be traveling to varying cities and areas to set up rallies, build temporary or complete projects, and occasionally supervise city events. It should be interesting, at least!
I’m not sure how long I will be gone…perhaps till Thanksgiving, perhaps later. It really depends on when and where I want to take breaks and return and if I care to work long there. I definitely need to work at least through this year…though I doubt it will be a long term job. Either way, it will be good experience, a good opportunity to learn and witness, and I hope I will be used for God’s glory here. Regardless, nothing else has come up, so it looks as though I have no choice! God’s will be done. I will fly out to Chicago tomorrow, and from there work where I’m sent.
Well, with that brief update, I must run! I hope to posting here much more in the near future, God willing. Perhaps some pictures will go up soon! There is much to do. In the meantime, pray for me. Thank you.

~Alex
Phil. 4:13

The Whitened Knight

Since life’s first cry, at struggling dawn,
we live and serve our idol, Self;
to he we pay all sacrifice, damned,
until God, with wrath, doth kill our wealth.

Tis true; to start, I’m raised in good,
taught with justice, love, and all that should
define a knight, strong and true
white and shining, like dawn anew.
But He in mercy, lest we forget
still shows us black, burning, stinging debt.

Lest we forget, oh so white and pure,
the damned estate from whence we came;
under the white and shining armor, lo
the monster lives to kill and maim
our best attempts at love and strength
with hatred, selfish pride, and all
that wretched, cringing, pit of shame.

I was a knight; so white! So great!
What then? A lover’s painful cry?
Why then we hear these cries of hate,
curses from those for whom I’d die,
and not uncalled, all just and true
to curse the knight so white and great.
The irony, a blackened heart
still yet lives beneath white plate,
of this knight’s wretched lie.

As it was said, ‘loved honor more;’
but sadly realized all too late,
the value of that trusted state,
‘loved honor more;’ yet all too late.

No white knight there was, you see,
merely illusion of an enemy,
to hurt poor maiden, and puff the heart
of a foolish boy, struck by Hell’s black dart.

So then, my warning: Beware the knight,
he they hold up championed strong.
For he too is but weakling man
fully capable of blackest wrong,
a monster, but for grace from Him,
who saves such creatures black as them,
from Hell’s alluring song.

Now White Knight’s cloak is grey,
not black, for God forgives
but now, as at first, I serve but One
and not a mistress, or myself,
for fear of blackening once again.

I will serve Him, not white, but grey.
Since white was never mine to stay,
and thus my lesson, cruelly learned:
White is a cover, not a stain.
The stain is black, and will remain
until the final dues are paid,
within my body’s grave.