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lately I have found myself missing in aspect of life at ONU alot.
I miss my days as a member of Pirates for Christ.
I don't miss leading it as much as being apart of it. Sitting in that circle
and worshipping god simply, trading prayer requests and concerns, asking honest questions about our faith.
I think I took that the support system for granted.
By the time it ended, I was ready for a change, we tried to make PFC too formal. We tried to make look like other ministries. But we were diffrent.
I miss how we all meshed togther, before the "Lunch Room" rift. Befor feelings were hurt, and friendships bruised.
I am not saying that PFC should have gone on longer, or that we failed.
Things changed after we let PFC go,
people changed, friendships changed,
I'll never forget the PFC picnic, where we stole a pavilion at the state park, and fellowhiped.
Or the first time I gave a lesson, and it made sense.
a Pirate for me is someone who doesn't fit in with the status quo, some with dreams diffrent then the rest of the world.
I felt like a pirate in the strange world of olivet, and that's why I wanted to start it.
So thanks to the pirates who came once, or every week and contributed to our little church.
Now it's clear that's what it was. I still consider you pirates my family. Even though much has changed, and we've spread out.
I miss all of you. (I also miss the friends I made after PFC dissolved. Friends who I knwo would have come.)
anyway just thoughts I had. I'll always be a pirate. I'll never quite fit in. I've come to accpet that, and embrace that.
Aargh.
I miss my days as a member of Pirates for Christ.
I don't miss leading it as much as being apart of it. Sitting in that circle
and worshipping god simply, trading prayer requests and concerns, asking honest questions about our faith.
I think I took that the support system for granted.
By the time it ended, I was ready for a change, we tried to make PFC too formal. We tried to make look like other ministries. But we were diffrent.
I miss how we all meshed togther, before the "Lunch Room" rift. Befor feelings were hurt, and friendships bruised.
I am not saying that PFC should have gone on longer, or that we failed.
Things changed after we let PFC go,
people changed, friendships changed,
I'll never forget the PFC picnic, where we stole a pavilion at the state park, and fellowhiped.
Or the first time I gave a lesson, and it made sense.
a Pirate for me is someone who doesn't fit in with the status quo, some with dreams diffrent then the rest of the world.
I felt like a pirate in the strange world of olivet, and that's why I wanted to start it.
So thanks to the pirates who came once, or every week and contributed to our little church.
Now it's clear that's what it was. I still consider you pirates my family. Even though much has changed, and we've spread out.
I miss all of you. (I also miss the friends I made after PFC dissolved. Friends who I knwo would have come.)
anyway just thoughts I had. I'll always be a pirate. I'll never quite fit in. I've come to accpet that, and embrace that.
Aargh.