6 Apr


You apply daily the worth you’ve found in the bottom of a tube,

You have spent countless dollars on improving face value,

Countless hours battling your reflection

Your most prized possession is a presentable façade

Starvation feeds off your body

Gorging itself on your insecurities

Culture laughs at your imperfection

Incessantly filling your head with lies

You hide weakness behind layers of clothing

Constantly in search of the unobtainable

Striving to fit the mold

Starving to fit in those jeans

You know the grass would be greener if you could only find a way to cross the fence

You know joy would be easier to come by if beauty was truly in the eye of the beholder

How long will your physical appearance serve as validity for your life?

For whose approval are you searching?

Will you stop once you’ve found it?

Would it make a difference if I told you that you’re beautiful?

You could conquer the world in a dress and climb mountain tops in Stilettos

But you cannot out run your desire to be wanted

My sisters are breathtakingly beautiful

And I have helped to paint them this twisted image of womanhood

I am not fit to be called a role model

But I’ll idolize the covers of magazines and I’ll call those girls ‘Super Models’


You are beautiful incarnate

The world fits perfectly in the palm of your hand

Your capabilities are limitless

But you insist on binding them to the finite confines of your mirror

Take heart!

For you, beloved, are the very definition of beautiful.



7 Mar

For those who have yet to recieve my letter.

I have been presented with a magnificently, unique ministry opportunity. God has called me to be a part of an up and coming missions trip, June 10th through the 27th I will be traveling with Mission Outfitters, a team bound for Guatemala. The team in its entirety will be working to meet many of the needs of the Native Quiche Tribe. I will work specifically in children’s ministry but this trip will also provide necessary dentistry, and medical clinics, and the construction of several homes for woman that have been widowed by the civil war that ravaged their country.

Mission Outfitters is a highly organized and experienced team that has planned a total of seventeen similar trips to the Guatemala area previously, and is a present entity in many other mission fields across the world. Tom and Paula Redding will be in charge of leading this trip and will work to train myself and each team member in preparation for the trip. We will be staying in Chichicastenango and working with several local churches in the area throughout the duration of our stay targeting the poorest of the area’s residents.

On this trip I fully expect to be stretched emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I look forward to the growing experience that I am sure will occur during my time in Guatemala. I am overjoyed by this incredible opportunity God has placed in front of me, and I am overwhelmed by the sense of responsibility that I feel to answer this call to show the love of Christ to the people I will be working with. God is doing much in the world, and the work being accomplished in Guatemala is a sure sign that His name will continue to be glorified throughout the nations!

I ask that you would prayerfully consider financially supporting my trip. The total cost will range between $2,425 and $2,625 depending upon airfare. As of March 15th I will be required to have $1,500 deposit in order to purchase plane tickets and June 1st is the deadline for all funds. All checks must be made payable to Mission Outfitters.

In this letter I have included the designs of t-shirts created by Summer Perkins. They were created to serve two purposes the first being to raise money to support our trip and the second to serve as a reminder to keep us continually in your prayers while we are in Guatemala. The verse on the back is written in Quiche, it is Psalm 68:5 “A father to the fatherless and a defender of widows is the Lord in His holy dwelling.” These shirts are purchasable for $20.00, all checks must be made payable to Summer Perkins, they are NOT tax deductible.

Please remember to be diligently praying for myself and the team I will be traveling with. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to contact me at any time

Erin Leanne Cox

How’s It Hangin’?

2 Mar

I’ve found myself at the rock lounge quite frequently as of late and figured I’d share some of my favorite rock climbing pick up lines.


1. How’s it hangin’?

2. Nice figure… 8

3. I’ve got a hand you can hold

4. No wonder there aren’t very many single male/female climbers; they’ve all been picked up by lovely lines like these.

5. I hope your brought extra chalk because you sure are making my palms sweat

6. Sure you can tie an 8 know, but can you follow through?

7. I’d follow your lead any day.

8. Can I tie you up… I mean in

9. I didn’t think angles needed ropes.

10. It sure is good that you’re attached to that rope. Wouldn’t want you fallin’ for me.

11. Hey baby, you rock!

55 Secrets That Were Never Really Secrets

27 Feb

1. I’m secretly a gangsta rapper.

2. Some times I’m wrong.

3. I cry. A lot. All the time. Giant sobs. For no reason.

4. I would spend all day in a hot shower.

5. I’m a closeted Bieber fan.

6. I run conversations in my head over and over again in my head, and get mad at myself when I can never say the things I want.

7. I have several incomplete journals. (Bonfire?)

8. Things don’t always go my way.

9. I can’t stand the thought of blood.

10. Summer camps feel like home.

11. 6 shots of espresso is too much for anyone, even me.

12. I don’t make friends easily.

13. I’m scared of what you think of me.

14. I put my whole heart into everything I do.

15. I can sleep for days.

16. Growing up terrifies me.

17. I appreciate beauty.

18. I am a poet. You would never want to read my poems but they exist.

19. My lips get chapped when I’m anxious.

20. I smile more when I’m nervous.

21. I don’t ever want to let you down.

22. I’ll avoid trying new things because I hate looking foolish.

23. I like tradition.

24. I like chick flicks.

25. I’m scared of being home alone.

26. I’d rather burn than freeze.

27. I would carry that weight of the world on my shoulders if it meant you didn’t have to.

28. I am self-conscience and insecure. Sometimes I look in the mirror and shutter.

29. Arrogance is my biggest pet peeve and one of my biggest flaws.

30. Math sucks. Or rather I suck.

31. I can’t wear high heels for more than 15 minutes.

32. I read my Bible because it makes me feel like a rebel.

33. I wish it was socially acceptable to wear super hero jammies.

34. I am that tradtional geeky stereo-type; complete with asthma and glasses. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

35. The most exciting part of any day is lying in bed.

36. I LOVE pasta.

37. I would wear a cape if it came equipped with super powers.

38. I never go to bed later than 8:30 pm

39. I dream almost every time I fall asleep.

40. Stickers make everything better.

41. I love getting letters in the mail.

42. Iced coffee is delicious.

43. I can’t sleep if I feel guilty about anything.

44. I love ice cream.

45. I avoid eye-contact hoping you’ll notice me first.

46. I am your biggest fan. I hope you accomplish whatever it is you set out to do.

47. Motley doesn’t even begin to describe my crew of friends.

48. I am hopelessly romantic.

49. I love socks!

50. I’m not very funny.

51. I like Eminem.

52. I properly punctuate all my text messages.

53. I like nail polish. I wish I didn’t have the insane urge to peel it off when I wore it.

54. I can’t climb the camo route at the rock lounge near the retractable wall.

55. I am musically incapable.

Aladdin: Slightly darker than Disney made it out to be

7 Feb

There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself. This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother’s tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways. One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger asked him his age, and if he were not the son of Mustapha the tailor.

“I am, sir,” replied Aladdin, “but he died a long while ago.” On this the stranger, who was a famous African magician, fell on his neck and kissed him, saying: “I am your uncle, and knew you from your likeness to my brother. Go to your mother and tell her I am coming.”

Aladdin ran home, and told his mother of his newly found uncle.

“Indeed, child,” she said, “your father had a brother, but I always thought he was dead.”

However, she prepared supper, and bade Aladdin seek his uncle, who came laden with wine and fruit. He presently fell down and kissed the place where Mustapha used to sit, bidding Aladdin’s mother not to be surprised at not having seen him before, as he had been forty years out of the country. He then turned to Aladdin, and asked him his trade, at which the boy hung his head, while his mother burst into tears. On learning that Aladdin was idle and would learn no trade, he offered to take a shop for him and stock it with merchandise. Next day he bought Aladdin a fine suit of clothes, and took him all over the city, showing him the sights, and brought him home at nightfall to his mother, who was overjoyed to see her son so fine.

Next day the magician led Aladdin into some beautiful gardens a long way outside the city gates. They sat down by a fountain, and the magician pulled a cake from his girdle, which he divided between them. They then journeyed onwards till they almost reached the mountains. Aladdin was so tired that he begged to go back, but the magician beguiled him with pleasant stories, and led him on in spite of himself.

At last they came to two mountains divided by a narrow valley.

“We will go no farther,” said the false uncle. “I will show you something wonderful; only do you gather up sticks while I kindle a fire.”

When it was lit the magician threw on it a powder he had about him, at the same time saying some magical words. The earth trembled a little and opened in front of them, disclosing a square flat stone with a brass ring in the middle to raise it by. Aladdin tried to run away, but the magician caught him and gave him a blow that knocked him down.

“What have I done, uncle?” he said piteously; whereupon the magician said more kindly: “Fear nothing, but obey me. Beneath this stone lies a treasure which is to be yours, and no one else may touch it, so you must do exactly as I tell you.”

At the word treasure, Aladdin forgot his fears, and grasped the ring as he was told, saying the names of his father and grandfather. The stone came up quite easily and some steps appeared.

“Go down,” said the magician; “at the foot of those steps you will find an open door leading into three large halls. Tuck up your gown and go through them without touching anything, or you will die instantly. These halls lead into a garden of fine fruit trees. Walk on till you come to a niche in a terrace where stands a lighted lamp. Pour out the oil it contains and bring it to me.”

He drew a ring from his finger and gave it to Aladdin, bidding him prosper.

Aladdin found everything as the magician had said, gathered some fruit off the trees, and, having got the lamp, arrived at the mouth of the cave. The magician cried out in a great hurry:

“Make haste and give me the lamp.” This Aladdin refused to do until he was out of the cave. The magician flew into a terrible passion, and throwing some more powder on the fire, he said something, and the stone rolled back into its place.

The magician left Persia for ever, which plainly showed that he was no uncle of Aladdin’s, but a cunning magician who had read in his magic books of a wonderful lamp, which would make him the most powerful man in the world. Though he alone knew where to find it, he could only receive it from the hand of another. He had picked out the foolish Aladdin for this purpose, intending to get the lamp and kill him afterwards.

For two days Aladdin remained in the dark, crying and lamenting. At last he clasped his hands in prayer, and in so doing rubbed the ring, which the magician had forgotten to take from him. Immediately an enormous and frightful genie rose out of the earth, saying:

“What wouldst thou with me? I am the Slave of the Ring, and will obey thee in all things.”

Aladdin fearlessly replied: “Deliver me from this place!” whereupon the earth opened, and he found himself outside. As soon as his eyes could bear the light he went home, but fainted on the threshold. When he came to himself he told his mother what had passed, and showed her the lamp and the fruits he had gathered in the garden, which were in reality precious stones. He then asked for some food.

“Alas! child,” she said, “I have nothing in the house, but I have spun a little cotton and will go and sell it.”

Aladdin bade her keep her cotton, for he would sell the lamp instead. As it was very dirty she began to rub it, that it might fetch a higher price. Instantly a hideous genie appeared, and asked what she would have. She fainted away, but Aladdin, snatching the lamp, said boldly:

“Fetch me something to eat!”

The genie returned with a silver bowl, twelve silver plates containing rich meats, two silver cups, and two bottles of wine. Aladdin’s mother, when she came to herself, said:

“Whence comes this splendid feast?”

“Ask not, but eat,” replied Aladdin.

So they sat at breakfast till it was dinner-time, and Aladdin told his mother about the lamp. She begged him to sell it, and have nothing to do with devils.

“No,” said Aladdin, “since chance has made us aware of its virtues, we will use it and the ring likewise, which I shall always wear on my finger.” When they had eaten all the genie had brought, Aladdin sold one of the silver plates, and so on till none were left. He then had recourse to the genie, who gave him another set of plates, and thus they lived for many years.

One day Aladdin heard an order from the Sultan proclaimed that everyone was to stay at home and close his shutters while the princess, his daughter, went to and from the bath. Aladdin was seized by a desire to see her face, which was very difficult, as she always went veiled. He hid himself behind the door of the bath, and peeped through a chink. The princess lifted her veil as she went in, and looked so beautiful that Aladdin fell in love with her at first sight. He went home so changed that his mother was frightened. He told her he loved the princess so deeply that he could not live without her, and meant to ask her in marriage of her father. His mother, on hearing this, burst out laughing, but Aladdin at last prevailed upon her to go before the Sultan and carry his request. She fetched a napkin and laid in it the magic fruits from the enchanted garden, which sparkled and shone like the most beautiful jewels. She took these with her to please the Sultan, and set out, trusting in the lamp. The grand-vizier and the lords of council had just gone in as she entered the hall and placed herself in front of the Sultan. He, however, took no notice of her. She went every day for a week, and stood in the same place.

When the council broke up on the sixth day the Sultan said to his vizier: “I see a certain woman in the audience-chamber every day carrying something in a napkin. Call her next time, that I may find out what she wants.”

Next day, at a sign from the vizier, she went up to the foot of the throne, and remained kneeling till the Sultan said to her: “Rise, good woman, and tell me what you want.”

She hesitated, so the Sultan sent away all but the vizier, and bade her speak freely, promising to forgive her beforehand for anything she might say. She then told him of her son’s violent love for the princess.

“I prayed him to forget her,” she said, “but in vain; he threatened to do some desperate deed if I refused to go and ask your Majesty for the hand of the princess. Now I pray you to forgive not me alone, but my son Aladdin.”

The Sultan asked her kindly what she had in the napkin, whereupon she unfolded the jewels and presented them.

He was thunderstruck, and turning to the vizier said: “What sayest thou? Ought I not to bestow the princess on one who values her at such a price?”

The vizier, who wanted her for his own son, begged the Sultan to withhold her for three months, in the course of which he hoped his son would contrive to make him a richer present. The Sultan granted this, and told Aladdin’s mother that, though he consented to the marriage, she must not appear before him again for three months.

Aladdin waited patiently for nearly three months, but after two had elapsed his mother, going into the city to buy oil, found everyone rejoicing, and asked what was going on.

“Do you not know,” was the answer, “that the son of the grand-vizir is to marry the Sultan’s daughter to-night?”

Breathless, she ran and told Aladdin, who was overwhelmed at first, but presently bethought him of the lamp. He rubbed it, and the genie appeared, saying: “What is thy will?”

Aladdin replied: “The Sultan, as thou knowest, has broken his promise to me, and the vizier’s son is to have the princess. My command is that tonight you bring hither the bride and bridegroom.”

“Master, I obey,” said the genie.

Aladdin then went to his chamber, where, sure enough at midnight the genie transported the bed containing the vizier’s son and the princess.

“Take this new-married man,” he said, “and put him outside in the cold, and return at daybreak.”

Whereupon the genie took the vizier’s son out of bed, leaving Aladdin with the princess.

“Fear nothing,” Aladdin said to her; “you are my wife, promised to me by your unjust father, and no harm shall come to you.”

The princess was too frightened to speak, and passed the most miserable night of her life, while Aladdin lay down beside her and slept soundly. At the appointed hour the genie fetched in the shivering bridegroom, laid him in his place, and transported the bed back to the palace.

Presently the Sultan came to wish his daughter good-morning. The unhappy vizier’s son jumped up and hid himself, while the princess would not say a word, and was very sorrowful.

The Sultan sent her mother to her, who said: “How comes it, child, that you will not speak to your father? What has happened?”

The princess sighed deeply, and at last told her mother how, during the night, the bed had been carried into some strange house, and what had passed there. Her mother did not believe her in the least, but bade her rise and consider it an idle dream.

The following night exactly the same thing happened, and next morning, on the princess’s refusing to speak, the Sultan threatened to cut off her head. She then confessed all, bidding him ask the vizier’s son if it were not so. The Sultan told the vizier to ask his son, who owned the truth, adding that, dearly as he loved the princess, he had rather die than go through another such fearful night, and wished to be separated from her. His wish was granted, and there was an end of feasting and rejoicing.

When the three months were over, Aladdin sent his mother to remind the Sultan of his promise. She stood in the same place as before, and the Sultan, who had forgotten Aladdin, at once remembered him, and sent for her. On seeing her poverty the Sultan felt less inclined than ever to keep his word, and asked the vizier’s advice, who counseled him to set so high a value on the princess that no man living could come up to it.

The Sultan then turned to Aladdin’s mother, saying: “Good woman, a Sultan must remember his promises, and I will remember mine, but your son must first send me forty basins of gold brimful of jewels, carried by forty black slaves, led by as many white ones, splendidly dressed. Tell him that I await his answer.” The mother of Aladdin bowed low and went home, thinking all was lost.

She gave Aladdin the message, adding, “He may wait long enough for your answer!”

“Not so long, mother, as you think,” her son replied “I would do a great deal more than that for the princess.”

He summoned the genie, and in a few moments the eighty slaves arrived, and filled up the small house and garden.

Aladdin made them set out to the palace, two and two, followed by his mother. They were so richly dressed, with such splendid jewels in their girdles, that everyone crowded to see them and the basins of gold they carried on their heads.

They entered the palace, and, after kneeling before the Sultan, stood in a half-circle round the throne with their arms crossed, while Aladdin’s mother presented them to the Sultan.

He hesitated no longer, but said: “Good woman, return and tell your son that I wait for him with open arms.”

She lost no time in telling Aladdin, bidding him make haste. But Aladdin first called the genie.

“I want a scented bath,” he said, “a richly embroidered habit, a horse surpassing the Sultan’s, and twenty slaves to attend me. Besides this, six slaves, beautifully dressed, to wait on my mother; and lastly, ten thousand pieces of gold in ten purses.”

No sooner said than done. Aladdin mounted his horse and passed through the streets, the slaves strewing gold as they went. Those who had played with him in his childhood knew him not, he had grown so handsome.

When the Sultan saw him he came down from his throne, embraced him, and led him into a hall where a feast was spread, intending to marry him to the princess that very day.

But Aladdin refused, saying, “I must build a palace fit for her,” and took his leave.

Once home he said to the genie, “Build me a palace of the finest marble, set with jasper, agate, and other precious stones. In the middle you shall build me a large hall with a dome, its four walls of massy gold and silver, each side having six windows, whose lattices, all except one, which is to be left unfinished, must be set with diamonds and rubies. There must be stables and horses and grooms and slaves; go and see about it!”

The palace was finished by next day, and the genie carried him there and showed him all his orders faithfully carried out, even to the laying of a velvet carpet from Aladdin’s palace to the Sultan’s. Aladdin’s mother then dressed herself carefully, and walked to the palace with her slaves, while he followed her on horseback. The Sultan sent musicians with trumpets and cymbals to meet them, so that the air resounded with music and cheers. She was taken to the princess, who saluted her and treated her with great honor. At night the princess said good-bye to her father, and set out on the carpet for Aladdin’s palace, with his mother at her side, and followed by the hundred slaves. She was charmed at the sight of Aladdin, who ran to receive her.

“Princess,” he said, “blame your beauty for my boldness if I have displeased you.”

She told him that, having seen him, she willingly obeyed her father in this matter. After the wedding had taken place Aladdin led her into the hall, where a feast was spread, and she supped with him, after which they danced till midnight.

The next day Aladdin invited the Sultan to see the palace. On entering the hall with the four-and-twenty windows, with their rubies, diamonds, and emeralds, he cried:

“It is a world’s wonder! There is only one thing that surprises me. Was it by accident that one window was left unfinished?”

“No, sir, by design,” returned Aladdin. “I wished your Majesty to have the glory of finishing this palace.”

The Sultan was pleased, and sent for the best jewelers in the city. He showed them the unfinished window, and bade them fit it up like the others.

“Sir,” replied their spokesman, “we cannot find jewels enough.”

The Sultan had his own fetched, which they soon used, but to no purpose, for in a month’s time the work was not half done. Aladdin, knowing that their task was vain, bade them undo their work and carry the jewels back, and the genie finished the window at his command. The Sultan was surprised to receive his jewels again and visited Aladdin, who showed him the window finished. The Sultan embraced him, the envious vizier meanwhile hinting that it was the work of enchantment.

Aladdin had won the hearts of the people by his gentle bearing. He was made captain of the Sultan’s armies, and won several battles for him, but remained modest and courteous as before, and lived thus in peace and content for several years.

But far away in Africa the magician remembered Aladdin, and by his magic arts discovered that Aladdin, instead of perishing miserably in the cave, had escaped, and had married a princess, with whom he was living in great honor and wealth. He knew that the poor tailor’s son could only have accomplished this by means of the lamp, and traveled night and day ’till he reached the capital of China, bent on Aladdin’s ruin. As he passed through the town he heard people talking everywhere about a marvelous palace.

“Forgive my ignorance,” he asked, “what is this palace you speak of?”

“Have you not heard of Prince Aladdin’s palace,” was the reply, “the greatest wonder of the world? I will direct you if you have a mind to see it.”

The magician thanked him who spoke, and having seen the palace knew that it had been raised by the genie of the lamp, and became half mad with rage. He determined to get hold of the lamp, and again plunge Aladdin into the deepest poverty.

Unluckily, Aladdin had gone a-hunting for eight days, which gave the magician plenty of time. He bought a dozen copper lamps, put them into a basket, and went to the palace, crying: “New lamps for old!” followed by a jeering crowd.

The princess, sitting in the hall of four-and-twenty windows, sent a slave to find out what the noise was about, who came back laughing, so that the princess scolded her.

“Madam,” replied the slave, “who can help laughing to see an old fool offering to exchange fine new lamps for old ones?”

Another slave, hearing this, said, “There is an old one on the cornice there which he can have.”

Now this was the magic lamp, which Aladdin had left there, as he could not take it out hunting with him. The princess, not knowing its value, laughingly bade the slave take it and make the exchange.

She went and said to the magician, “Give me a new lamp for this.”

He snatched it and bade the slave take her choice, amid the jeers of the crowd. Little he cared, but left off crying his lamps, and went out of the city gates to a lonely place, where he remained ’till nightfall, when he pulled out the lamp and rubbed it. The genie appeared, and at the magician’s command carried him, together with the palace and the princess in it, to a lonely place in Africa.

The next morning the Sultan looked out of the window towards Aladdin’s palace and rubbed his eyes, for it was gone. He sent for the vizier, and asked what had become of the palace. The vizier looked out too, and was lost in astonishment. He again put it down to enchantment, and this time the Sultan believed him, and sent thirty men on horseback to fetch Aladdin in chains. They met him riding home, bound him, and forced him to go with them on foot. The people, however, who loved him, followed, armed, to see that he came to no harm. He was carried before the Sultan, who ordered the executioner to cut off his head. The executioner made Aladdin kneel down, bandaged his eyes, and raised his scimitar to strike.

At that instant the vizier, who saw that the crowd had forced their way into the courtyard and were scaling the walls to rescue Aladdin, called to the executioner to stay his hand. The people, indeed, looked so threatening that the Sultan gave way and ordered Aladdin to be unbound, and pardoned him in the sight of the crowd.

Aladdin now begged to know what he had done.

“False wretch!” said the Sultan, “come hither,” and showed him from the window the place where his palace had stood.

Aladdin was so amazed that he could not say a word.

“Where is my palace and my daughter?” demanded the Sultan. “For the first I am not so deeply concerned, but my daughter I must have, and you must find her or lose your head.”

Aladdin begged for forty days in which to find her, promising if he failed to return and suffer death at the Sultan’s pleasure. His prayer was granted, and he went forth sadly from the Sultan’s presence. For three days he wandered about like a madman, asking everyone what had become of his palace, but they only laughed and pitied him. He came to the banks of a river, and knelt down to say his prayers before throwing himself in. In so doing he rubbed the magic ring he still wore.

The genie he had seen in the cave appeared, and asked his will.

“Save my life, genie,” said Aladdin, “and bring my palace back.”

“That is not in my power,” said the genie; “I am only the slave of the ring; you must ask the slave of the lamp.”

“Even so,” said Aladdin “but thou canst take me to the palace, and set me down under my dear wife’s window.” He at once found himself in Africa, under the window of the princess, and fell asleep out of sheer weariness.

He was awakened by the singing of the birds, and his heart was lighter. He saw plainly that all his misfortunes were owing to the loss of the lamp, and vainly wondered who had robbed him of it.

That morning the princess rose earlier than she had done since she had been carried into Africa by the magician, whose company she was forced to endure once a day. She, however, treated him so harshly that he dared not live there altogether. As she was dressing, one of her women looked out and saw Aladdin. The princess ran and opened the window, and at the noise she made Aladdin looked up. She called to him to come to her, and great was the joy of these lovers at seeing each other again.

After he had kissed her Aladdin said, “I beg of you, Princess, in God’s name, before we speak of anything else, for your own sake and mine, tell me what has become of an old lamp I left on the cornice in the hall of four-and-twenty windows, when I went a-hunting.”

“Alas!” she said “I am the innocent cause of our sorrows,” and told him of the exchange of the lamp.

“Now I know,” cried Aladdin, “that we have to thank the African magician for this! Where is the lamp?”

“He carries it about with him,” said the princess, “I know, for he pulled it out of his breast to show me. He wishes me to break my faith with you and marry him, saying that you were beheaded by my father’s command. He is forever speaking ill of you, but I only reply by my tears. If I persist, I doubt not that he will use violence.”

Aladdin comforted her, and left her for a while. He changed clothes with the first person he met in the town, and having bought a certain powder returned to the princess, who let him in by a little side door.

“Put on your most beautiful dress,” he said to her, “and receive the magician with smiles, leading him to believe that you have forgotten me. Invite him to sup with you, and say you wish to taste the wine of his country. He will go for some, and while he is gone I will tell you what to do.”

She listened carefully to Aladdin, and when he left her arrayed herself gaily for the first time since she left China. She put on a girdle and head-dress of diamonds, and seeing in a glass that she looked more beautiful than ever, received the magician, saying to his great amazement: “I have made up my mind that Aladdin is dead, and that all my tears will not bring him back to me, so I am resolved to mourn no more, and have therefore invited you to sup with me; but I am tired of the wines of China, and would fain taste those of Africa.”

The magician flew to his cellar, and the princess put the powder Aladdin had given her in her cup. When he returned she asked him to drink her health in the wine of Africa, handing him her cup in exchange for his as a sign she was reconciled to him.

Before drinking the magician made her a speech in praise of her beauty, but the princess cut him short saying:

“Let me drink first, and you shall say what you will afterwards.” She set her cup to her lips and kept it there, while the magician drained his to the dregs and fell back lifeless.

The princess then opened the door to Aladdin, and flung her arms round his neck, but Aladdin put her away, bidding her to leave him, as he had more to do. He then went to the dead magician, took the lamp out of his vest, and bade the genie carry the palace and all in it back to China. This was done, and the princess in her chamber only felt two little shocks, and little thought she was at home again.

The Sultan, who was sitting in his closet, mourning for his lost daughter, happened to look up, and rubbed his eyes, for there stood the palace as before! He hastened thither, and Aladdin received him in the hall of the four-and-twenty windows, with the princess at his side. Aladdin told him what had happened, and showed him the dead body of the magician, that he might believe. A ten days’ feast was proclaimed, and it seemed as if Aladdin might now live the rest of his life in peace; but it was not to be.

The African magician had a younger brother, who was, if possible, more wicked and more cunning than himself. He traveled to China to avenge his brother’s death, and went to visit a pious woman called Fatima, thinking she might be of use to him. He entered her cell and clapped a dagger to her breast, telling her to rise and do his bidding on pain of death. He changed clothes with her, colored his face like hers, put on her veil and murdered her, that she might tell no tales. Then he went towards the palace of Aladdin, and all the people thinking he was the holy woman, gathered round him, kissing his hands and begging his blessing. When he got to the palace there was such a noise going on round him that the princess bade her slave look out of the window and ask what was the matter. The slave said it was the holy woman, curing people by her touch of their ailments, whereupon the princess, who had long desired to see Fatima, sent for her. On coming to the princess the magician offered up a prayer for her health and prosperity. When he had done the princess made him sit by her, and begged him to stay with her always. The false Fatima, who wished for nothing better, consented, but kept his veil down for fear of discovery. The princess showed him the hall, and asked him what he thought of it.

“It is truly beautiful,” said the false Fatima. “In my mind it wants but one thing.”

“And what is that?” said the princess.

“If only a roc’s egg,” replied he, “were hung up from the middle of this dome, it would be the wonder of the world.”

After this the princess could think of nothing but a roc’s egg, and when Aladdin returned from hunting he found her in a very ill humor. He begged to know what was amiss, and she told him that all her pleasure in the hall was spoilt for the want of a roc’s egg hanging from the dome.

“It that is all,” replied Aladdin, “you shall soon be happy.”

He left her and rubbed the lamp, and when the genie appeared commanded him to bring a roc’s egg. The genie gave such a loud and terrible shriek that the hall shook.

“Wretch!” he cried, “is it not enough that I have done everything for you, but you must command me to bring my master and hang him up in the midst of this dome? You and your wife and your palace deserve to be burnt to ashes; but this request does not come from you, but from the brother of the African magician whom you destroyed. He is now in your palace disguised as the holy woman–whom he murdered. He it was who put that wish into your wife’s head. Take care of yourself, for he means to kill you.” So saying the genie disappeared.

Aladdin went back to the princess, saying his head ached, and requesting that the holy Fatima should be fetched to lay her hands on it. But when the magician came near, Aladdin, seizing his dagger, pierced him to the heart.

“What have you done?” cried the princess. “You have killed the holy woman!”

“Not so,” replied Aladdin, “but a wicked magician,” and told her of how she had been deceived.

After this Aladdin and his wife lived in peace. He succeeded the Sultan when he died, and reigned for many years, leaving behind him a long line of kings

Just a Thought:Blair Canady

8 Jan
A friend of mine thought I might enjoy a piece written by, Blair Canady, a friend of hers. It is thought provoking and heart wrenching to say the least. I’ve re-posted it in hopes that this will inspire The Body of Christ to do as they were called, and serve one another.
I’m only going to ask for a few minutes of your time. I’m sure when I get talking about sick and needy and homeless people, half my audience will get bored or feel guilty and sign off. And when I get to Jesus, I’ll lose another bunch. But, this is important. It needs to be heard. It needs to be said, more than it is. And, maybe I can’t change the world through my dumb ol’ facebook page, but it’s a start.

There are 2000 homeless people in Wilmington. Tonight, I met 20-some of them, downtown at Mercy House. After we’d served everyone, I looked around the room at these men. Guys of all ages, a few that couldn’t be any older than myself. Men sitting around in beaten up wooden chairs, around beaten up wooden tables, eating and drinking with styrofoam plates and cups (many of them saved their styrofoam cups to put coffee in tomorrow morning). I watched one guy, as Allen talked about Jesus being the bread of life, close his eyes and lean back in his chair. He chewed really slow, as if savoring the meal. I have no idea, and he may not either, when his next meal will be. I tried to smile as my eyes moved across the room, but it’s a discouraging sight. I couldn’t help but wonder where they came from, and how they ended up here. Do they have friends or families? Wives? Children, even? How do they survive day-to-day? Where will they go from here?

It’s comforting to know that those 20 or so guys are at Mercy House right now. They have a bed to sleep in tonight, and a warm shower in the morning. But what about the 1880 other homeless people in Wilmington? Did they go hungry tonight? Will they have to spend the night outside in the cold? Most likely, yes.

It’s not just Wilmington, either. In the USA there are around 3-3.5 million people homeless. In the world? 100 million. Almost a quarter of the world’s population. More than 3 billion people, over half of the world’s population, live on less than $2.50 a day. 925 million people are suffering from hunger, and 16,000 children die from hunger each day. Some 1.1 billion people in developing countries have inadequate access to water, and 2.6 billion lack basic sanitation. 22,000 total children die each day due to poverty.

And, there are supposedly 2.1 billion Christians in the world. That’s 1/3 of the world.

These numbers so don’t add up to me.

Didn’t Jesus tell us to clothe the naked and feed the hungry? To visit orphans and widows and help the needy? Aren’t we the ones called to minister to the poor and needy? To help the helpless?

“For there will never cease to be poor in the land. Therefore I command you, ‘You shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.” -Deut. 15:11

“Whoever oppresses a poor man insults his Maker, but he who is generous to the needy honors him.” -Proverbs 14:31

“He who is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward him for what he has done.” -Proverbs 19:17

“If a man shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too will cry out and not be answered.” -Proverbs 21:13

“He who gives to the poor will lack nothing, but he who closes his eyes to them receives many curses.” -Proverbs 28:27

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter– when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?” Isaiah 58:6-7

“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me. Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” -Matthew 25:35-40

“”But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind.” -Luke 14:13

“Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.” -James 1:27

“If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.” -1 John 3:17-18

Clearly, it’s important to Jesus. As Christ-followers, it should be important to us. But is it? The numbers don’t lie. Consider this:

Above is the money that was spend in 1998. All the money needed to provide basic needs to people, and we’re spending it on ice cream and perfume and daggone pet food.

And if you want to lay the blame for that on other people, the “irreligious people”, fine. But what can be said of churches spending millions of dollars on land and buildings and sound systems, etc.? Churches today so invest absurd amounts of our time and money in unnecessary things, while there is a dying world that calls for our money, our time, our attention.

There is this whole huge world out there, folks. A big, broken world, full of broken people who desperately need Christ. We are no better than they are, and by turning a blind eye to their situation/needs is doing an injustice to them, and neglecting our duty as the body of Christ. People seem to think that charity is just a virtue, but it’s expected/required from anyone who claims to be a follower of Christ.

The fact of the matter is this: we should be doing something something. Don’t wait until your church is having a big mission trip to some foreign county in a year. I mean, yeah, do that too, sure. But something is wrong if we think serving and being a missionary only means going to 3rd world countries halfway around the world. You may be a missionary, called to serve in your own backyard.

Churches and organizations are quick to show us the need for missionaries to be sent around the globe. But, more often than not, the need is just as great right where we are, it’s just overlooked for one reason or another. You don’t have to go to India to find poverty, or to China to do missions. Tonight, not 20 miles from my home, I saw real people, with real needs. People broken and hurting and needing love.

Jesus spent his time with sinners and tax collectors. He spent his time with those who were looked down on, those needing love. Those needing hope, needing healing. And those are the ones our time should be spent with. Those whom our lives should be poured into. Our lives are not ours, anyways. Jesus did bid us, “sell what you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me,” you know.

A New Year Check-In

3 Jan

Officially three days into twenty-eleven and I feel like the slate that the dawn of the new year is supposed to wipe clean has already been piled high! Though in the past I have resolved to not make resolutions I’ve decided to head in a completely different direction this year. And so with high hopes I’ll set towards accomplishing my many goals for the new year!


Adopt a healthier diet

Visit Wilmington, North Carolina

Try every coffee at Joes

Make a new friend (cheesy)

Run a 5K

Spend all day lost in my Bible

Wear a dress just because

Read the entire works of Shakespeare

Continue blogging

Get a job

Memorize the lyrics to a new song

Preform a poem at Mill Street Brews

Watch a “manly” movie without flinching

Encourage my siblings in a positive direction

Meet the newest addition to the Read family (congrats Jade)

Accept help even if it isn’t a necessity

Get my drivers license

Make Christ alone the focal point of my life

And so many more I’ll be sure to post as they come to mind!

It’s Been Quite The Year

1 Jan

2011 is almost upon us, and I am still not quite sure where 2010 has gone! This year has gone so fast I swear I nearly missed it, but to recap here are some of my most memorable events from the year!


Welcomed in the New Year with Caily and Emma

Attended Winter Formal (Never again)

Contemplated moving to Antarctica

I turned sixteen

Allegedly professed my undying attraction to Joe Jonas (So not true)


Attempted to take a photo every day for 1 year

Failed at taking a photo everyday

Ran into a dead mountain lion

Attended youth group

Wore pants

Protested against those who did not wear pants

Kicked Charlie Eich’s “rumpkiss” in Bricks Breaking


Prayed diligently for our friends in Peru

Called a shirtless stranger hot stuff

First article featured in the Pine River Times

Mom got married

Put on my Chacos!

Hailey Grace Hazard came to town!


Went to youth group again

Got engaged ;)

Went barefoot to raise awareness for TOMs

Handed out free money

Celebrated Easter as the sun was rising at Cross Bar x

The Muddy Avalanche became a Joe’s special

Attempted to switch hair colors with Emma Anne Harmon

Article 2 and 3 featured in the Times

Ran into a dead mountain lion


Received my long awaited leather bound edition of Shakespeare’s complete works

Turned in my SALT application

Finished the tenth grade

Visited the fam in Cali

Lost my luggage

Became a SALTy

Lived at Cross Bar X


Lived at Cross Bar X


Lived at Cross Bar X

Visited the fam in Arizona

Visited the fam in California

Visited the fam in Chicago

Met my dad

Met my younger brothers

Came home

Went back to camp for the last week


Saw Inception

Went back to school

Read Water For Elephants

Learned to skate bored


Prayed Hurricane Earl wouldn’t destroy Wilmington NC

Had my teeth pulled

Coffee Fest, nough said

Saw Recalibrate in concert

Admired the snow capped mountains

Enjoyed family time at Purg


Played hackie sack

Dressed up!


Mourned the death of Chaco season

Enjoyed the first snow fall

Had a blast at the Cross Bar X retreat


Saw Tangled

Went to the Cross Bar X Christmas Party

Saw the new Narnia movie

Visited the fam in Arizona

Came home

Welcomed the new year!

Things Make Me Smile

30 Dec

It is so easy get upset. Too often I find myself dwelling on things that are emotionally draining. It seems to be something that I have a tendency to let ruin my entire day, so instead, I want to use the next few moments to remind myself of all the wonderful things that make me smile

  • Happy babies
  • A good book
  • Warm feet
  • A cup of coffee
  • A phone conversation with a distant friend
  • Comfy pajama pants
  • Clothes recently removed from the dryer
  • Writing in my journal
  • A visit to Cross Bar X
  • Napping
  • Jamming to my favorite beats
  • Laughing uncontrollably
  • The color green
  • Sunrises
  • Swimming in the river
  • Poetry
  • Newly fallen snow
  • Going to church
  • Singing terribly in the car
  • Classic Disney movies
  • Long, hot showers
  • Candle light during a power outage in the midst of a storm
  • Funny bumper stickers
  • New socks
  • Peach tea
  • Autumn
  • Receiving/sending mail
  • Oatmeal on a chilly morning
  • Quality time with the fam
  • Celebrating birthdays
  • Learning new things
  • Coloring
  • Monsoon season
  • A cup of milk
  • Chocolate chip cookies
  • Scratching an itch
  • And just smiling in general!

I hope this will serve as a reminder! Keep smiling : )

Defining Beautiful

27 Dec

What in the world determines the confines in which beauty is to exist? Does it belong to the eye of the beholder? Can the eye behold what is truly beautiful? Does beauty define value, or does value distinguish what is beautiful from what is not?
All of our lives we spend continuously admiring beautiful people, longing to visit beautiful places, and even striving to create a more beautiful image of ourselves. We are obsessed with beauty in the American Culture; magazines tell us what it looks like, science tells us why; optimists see only what is beautiful, pessimists see only what is not, and realists know the difference.
Picasso painted beautiful works of art, Shakespeare was an inspired wordsmith, Mozart composed wonderful pieces music, and God masterfully handcrafted the origins of beauty itself. Why do we perceive these things as being beautiful?
I imagine it to be not unlike the determination of one’s social status in public high school. In high school you belong to a group; you do not choose this group, you are assigned to it based on what you have and what you lack, your abilities and your disabilities, this group, this label, it will define you for the next four years of your life. You are systematically placed in a group often times bouncing between several before finding where you best fit. In high school you have one goal, one rule that will govern your entire existence inside the walls of school: ABSOLUTELY DO NOT, become a social pariah. Most fall effortlessly into a social group with ease; those who do not are immediately exiled, banished, to a Social Siberia. Those who inhabit Social Siberia are easily profiled: they are alone.
In order for Social Siberia to exist however, there must be something to distinguish the inhabitants of such a place from the rest of the world. This is where the Socially Elite come in. They are the jocks, the cheerleaders, and the beauty queens; they make up the hierarchy of the high school world. What makes them elite? The same things that exile the outcasts only the Social Elite draw the boundary lines. They are responsible for the existence of Social Siberia. They are elite because they have stomped on everyone who is not. The Socially Elite live by one rule: Every man for himself. They do not have friendships but instead build alliances; anything that will keep them from being expelled to Social Siberia.
I think our perception of beauty operates the same way. What we find to be unappealing we have drawn a fine line around so that beauty may exist in a fine inner circle. Beautiful things exist because we have distinguished them from what is not so. People will go to extremes to make themselves beautiful; in search of a look no one has but everyone desires. Artists will work diligently to perfect their art; displaying a talent so few possess. Writers will draft a paper many times in search of combination of words that will provoke an incredible canvass of emotions. What is beautiful is rare. It may be a rare talent or look but it is extraordinary and is thus it is to be admired and loved.