Forks and Curls, Hate and Power Tools

I don't know if you guys are familiar with Twitter (mine is katyo7723, if you would like to follow/stalk me). I was looking back on a few of my previous tweets, and re-read a retweet I had posted. Sorry if this is too much Twitter jargon for you...tweeting is like updating your status (think of Facebook) and retweeting is pretty much when you copy someone else's status and tweet it because you like or agree with their statement. The retweet has their name in it, so no copyright infringement, I promise :) Anyways. I retweeted this statement: 


JohnFugelsang 

  

Dear mosque protestor: I'm not a fashion expert but your 'never forgive' sign clashes with your crucifix.2:52 PM Sep 11th via webRetweeted by you and 100+ others
This statement is talking about the hypocrisy many Christians seem to, or do, present in their beliefs. Jesus is all about love and forgiveness, so a sign claiming that someone will never be forgiven clashes with the cross, the symbol of Christ's great Gift of Love, they hang about their necks. This saddens me deeply. I don't want to be associated with these people, making me not even want to be associated with the 'religion' of Christianity. Rather, I want to be like Jesus. He is so incredibly awesome. Being like Christ should be every Christian's ultimate goal. I don't want to be associated with Christians, I want to be associated with Jesus, and the love and forgiveness and care and servant-heart He shows. JohnFugelsang's tweet reminded me of the Westboro Church of God. I strongly dislike and am thoroughly disappointed in this church. Actually, I wouldn't call it a church. I hate that they are associated with anything Jesus-related. This church's email is www.godhatesfags.com. Check it out, not because it's really worth seeing, but because it's good to know that these sorts of groups are out there. I think the website pretty much says it all. The first time I visited Westboro's website and read through their doctrines, I cried. I don't cry about those sorts of things much. I cry when my day is stressful, or something goes wrong, or friends stop talking to me, but when things are truly and genuinely sad, I rarely cry. Suffice to say, this website deeply affected me. The level of hate proclaimed under the name of God makes me so angry and sad. Anyway. I think I've beaten that horse enough times. 
All this did remind me of an essay I wrote last year for my British Lit course. I'll publish it here after I finish this post. 
I embarked on a new collegiate adventure today...curling. Yes, the olympic sport that involves pushing a 45lb rock about with a broom. It's fantastic. I'm not very good, actually I managed to fall down almost every time I "chucked the stone" as Josh so eloquently puts it. By the end my feet felt like small blocks of wood stuffed into my high tops. Next week, I'll wear my fake uggs and a few pairs of wool socks. 
I had the full power tool experience in art class today. My fork is coming along nicely. I'll post photographs of it soon, I promise. I was super nervous about the band saw and cutting the prongs on my fork. Overall, it went quite beautifully. I didn't break my fork in half, and it actually LOOKS like a fork! I used a drill for part of the prongs. As a hole is drilled into the wood, little spirals of MDF surround the drill bit. They're these perfect little spirals of wood, delicate and picturesque. I love how they're there, a few moments of perfection, before they fall apart to dust, too fragile to bear this world. I wanted to preserve them somehow, but I suppose some things can only be a passing beauty.
Also, I had some lovely hot chocolate, courtesy of Josh, who apparently doesn't like hot chocolate. It was a nice way to thaw after curling.