rebel against the box

reeks came to visit...so amazin. miss you lot so much.
brothers engaged! nice one chuzzle!
went for a jog with my new 'trainer' jacktor the raptor. i am suffering today. this half marathon is going to be hell. after half an hour i counldn't be persuaded to go on any more and flopped down in the middle of the wet pavement. cars were slowing down...staring. i didn't care...i couldn't move. jack (nigirian born-built to run-most determined person i've ever met, etc)continued on without me around the WHOLE of stanly park in 15 MINUTES!!!! (big ass park man!) just barely breaking a sweat. so not fair. today i am allowed a day off and then apparently 2moz it's double time and distance, in the rain. oh goody. i think i mite actually die. ugh.

rachel comes to visit today for a week! party time!
i move out of empress hotel in a week...i'm sad. the little stinkbomb has really grown on me! found pot stems in the garbage can outside the prayer room today....so someone's electricity bill is going to be VERY high!

was almost slugged by cathi-lee rattlesnake yesterday. whew...luckily i was with lawson...her favourite christian. funny. met 4 beautiful first nation dudes in the drop-in cafe on sunday night. i felt really drawn to them so i asked them to play uno with me and they were like all into it man! god's really put them on my heart and they live somewhere around here....so i'm hoping to gain real friendships with them and be able to speak into their lives and learn from them. exciting. so those of you who pray...their names are quincy, adam, lenny, and morning star.

saw a guy fight with his newspaper on the bus last night. made me laugh.
john mayor is making me smile these days.
bob dylan is the soundtrack of the last week.

prayed in the cobalt hotel last night for a couple of hours. there were 5 of us and we took a drum and raided the place. there is a satanist bar on the ground floor thus making the hotel one of the darkest in the area. the bar was officially closing down and last night was the final night which is one of the reasons we targeted it when we did. so, much oil was poured on ourselves and in the place and the big angels accumpanied us. was hard work, but a lot of fun. and amazing to see how worshiping god and proclaiming his name really does lighten things up a lot man! i sang a lot and really felt freed to do that in there...we only got told to shut up once! not bad!

still....training for marathon, experiencing hot weather, looking for a job and friends, riding my bike.

i could work in starbucks...have had two inside offers from people who work there and could probably get me work. never mind the fact that this is starbucks mecca and i literally have about 45 branches to choose from in vancouver. but i don't think i want to buy into the whole lets take over the world and do it unfairly thing. i still have the odd mocha frappicino tho so i guess that makes me a hypocrite. hmmm.... need to iron out the wrinkles me thinks.

i love vancouver. its 32 degrees here. my days are consisting of the beach, training for a half marathon in october(ha ha...) bikin round the city(there are a lot of hills here.ugh) coffee, prayer room shifts and a little sniper fire(i'm hangin out with loads of salvo's at moment and they have created this thing in the prayer room called sniper fire which means that you pick on one of the drug dealers on the corner, you watch them through the binocculars from the 5th floor and pray for them until they stop getting sales...very effective. ha ha) i love how they name everything in army terms. knee drills, defcon(their monthly worshipy time thing...they don't do the structured church thing either...so i seem to fit. they do the structured-ish cell thing as a way of discipling those they meet on the streets or in detox. it's wicked.) i love seeing people free to be themselves no matter who they are. we were worshiping last night and poeple were worshipping in whatever way they wanted to and people were comin in off the streets and hanging around, and walking through the place...it's was wicked! we then opened up the coffee shop (reminded me of the boiler room) and i ended up playing skip-bo for about an hour and a half with this guy named sammie. he was a palestinian christian who was trying to emmigrate to canada. it was amazing to hear his story and what he thought about everything thats going on over there and americas involvment.
k this is getting long and i gotta get myself to the beach.
went to a comedy club the other night....got to sit with the guy headlining the show. was very funny.

last night found myself in a boiler room dejavous (sp?) experience. i tagged along to check out this thing that the salvo's have started called re-create. it's a drop in from 8pm till 11pm 4 nights a week. but it's set up like a starbucks, with big kushy chairs and tables and big mugs of coffee and muffins. with a little jason upton pounding in the background. was really cool to play cards with random people, chat to homeless guys and chicks.

prayed in the back alleys yesterday. we got together about 8 of us and marched down 2 specific alleys. it's so dark adn heavy here man. and so in your face. people sleeping but dumpsters, injecting heroin, dealing stuff right in front of your eyes, seriously spiritual attack and heaviness. spirits of fear and death everywhere masked by the smell of garbage and urine. but in all of it god is stiring things up.

i'm on a massive learning curve here. have sooo much to learn.

going for breakie with a friend 2moz. feel like i need to escape here. a few days without moving from the area and i feel klausterphobic. i really need to learn how to spell.

the sound of shopping carts is crackin me up man. i always think it's a skateboarder and then i look out the window and it's another damn shopping cart!

jill moved in my room and found the colossal spider from hell. it's dead.

curt came around with a present the other day....a big box of fun food! good timing curt. i was hungry! classic day of crusts on monday caviar on tuesday.

applied to loads of jobs and feel like i can wait now for the right one to come rolling in. all cafe jobs...some really fun ones that i'm hoping for. to get me started anyway. then we'll see.

god's a jealous god. my heart is being ripped open at moment. death to self is an annoying process.

...or so they call me here. makes me laugh. went to this cell last night on the roof. guys who are taking jesus to the streets and those that are encountering him for first time. was raw and beautiful. we had to prophesy new names into each others lives...i hinted a few times at 'sonni' but they went with 'calm bomb' in the end. ah well. i'll work it.

ate a lot of carrots yesterday...think i need to branch out in the food department b4 i turn orange.

did a 3 hour shift in prayer room this morning...god is crazy man. learning how to fight hard, lve deep, give freely, walk in freedom. it's crazy that the more you have the more you want...and the more you move out of your safety and comfort zones the more you have to give up and let go of. i move into a slum hotel....thinking i've given up a lot....and realise that that is still nothing in comparison to what he may ask of me.

my dreams are the hardest to give up totaly control of. and the fear of never living some of them out. but i'm working on that one.

met a crazy isreali dude with seriously bushy hair while hitch hiking the other day. (don't worry mom...i'm using my head, honest. ;) ) he was hilarious. (reminded me totally of dimitri!) he let me drive his van/home and then played guitar and told us fun stories of his life. we talked about jesus and drank wine together...thats what life's about man! love it!