I went back home to my grandparents for Thanksgiving weekend and brought a friend with me.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tornado in Durham
Friday, April 24, 2009
Welding Class
We had our welding class Wednesday and today and we learned a lot of things. Katie, my roommate, and I got to work on picnic tables. Above Katie is grinding the edges of welds and cuts so they don't get caught on your clothing or you cut yourself on them.
Above, I'm using the stick welder. It's the kind of welder that we'd probably have on the field. The hardest part was puting the stick about where you wanted it and then flicking your helmet down and trying to stick the stick onto the metal without being able to see because the helmet is so dark. I actually did a pretty good job for my first time.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Practical Training Class
Have you been out to rake your rocks yet? Here, in the fall we rake leaves, and in the spring we rake rocks. In the winter, the snow blower blows the rocks from our dirt roads onto the grass so when the snow melts, the grass is all covered in rocks. That kind of raking really wears your arms out.
Diana and I had the joy, nay the privilege of this great task.


We also just finished a small engines class. Diana and I were partnered together in fixing this lawn mower. It had been sitting out in the pole barn, underwater so we had our work cut out for us with the gas tank full of water and sand. We took it apart, cleaned it and inspected the five main things on small engines: the air filter, spark plug, oil, fuel, and compression. It was a lot of fun.
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Afraid? Of What?
Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit's glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour's face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace,
The glory gleam from wounds of grace,
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash - a crash - a pierced heart;
Brief darkness - Light - O Heaven's art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To enter into Heaven's rest,
And yet to serve the Master blessed?
From service good to service best?
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid? Of that?
This poem was written by E.H. Hamiliton, after hearing of the death of his
missionary collegue Jack Vinson. Vinson was martyred in 1931 and showed
no fear of death to his Chinese captors, telling them, "Kill me, if you wish. I
will go straight to God."







