That its You that lives in me
Faithful I will be
And I do everything
For Your glory, for Your glory

I’m not going to spend too much time on who I am, for I strive not to be like myself but like Christ. The previous posts of  this blog will remain as memories over how I used to look at life and what I was thinking back then. If you’re gonna read these posts, whoever you are, I encourage you to also read those I wrote 1-2 years ago.

The Apostle Paul wrote in his second letter to the Corinthians that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person, that the old life is gone and that the new life has begun. (5:17)

This is highly interesting, i’m in the same body with the same voice and the same kind of mind. Am I not? this newness isnt about reforming, rehabilitation or reeducation. It’s re-creating.

I am created anew in Christ,  cleansed from my sins (Which are far more than numerous) and my life here on earth isnt about me anymore. It isnt the chronicles of David Lundin and the world revolving around him. It’s David and how David is nothing without Jesus.

Read Colossians 3:1-4.

I’ve thought a little about this cheesy name I have to my blog. You’ve laughed at it i’m sure. I must’ve been around 14 when I got it. I was playing this computer game and I needed a cool nickname, I had for the whole of my life considered love to be something beautiful and that there existed way too little of it in this earth. I think I even thought something like; “If nobody else will, i’ll do what I can to bring it!”

Yeah, very cool. I obviously failed and have succeeded with causing as much harm and pain as anyone else has. Perhaps it was a prophecy.. God giving me the name and just waiting for me to realize that there’s no love without Him and that there’s no bringer without Him?

Haha, I don’t know. But I know he’s the lovebringer.

Why not let Him conform you into a new being and bring some love yourself? I’ll start and give $90 bucks to some strangers that are less fortunate.

If God wanted to create a world where love would be a reality, freedom must be aswell. And thus the ability to say no, to turn away, to rebel against the love one has been created for. The alternative to create a free man that cannot fall doesn’t exist.

Not even God can do the logically impossible.  A free man that cannot fall is as contradicting as a round triangle.  In order to give us the reality of love,  God must also give us the possibility of evil.

Greetings fellow earthlings,

Remember me? I wouldnt blame you for not to. I barely remember myself.

It’s strange to be here again. I’ve made a few posts here and there the last year, but truth is I haven’t really devoted any of my time on this blog since the beginning of June 2008. For 11 months of my life this blog was something important to me, it was like a buddy I could talk to. I have always fancied writing, and it became an outlet for lots of things and thoughts.

I don’t have a good answer to why I stopped with it, but the month of June that year was the start of something quite remarkable in my life. I didnt know it then, but everything I was were about to change.

I’m not really sure on where to start, but let me give you a little bit of a background.

I was in my freshman year of highschool when my english teacher wanted me to take the higher level of English, I agreed and ended up in the 2nd year studying the class all by myself. I thought it would be good to get as much practice as possible and I specifically did two things to help me on that. First, I googled for penpals. And then I started this blog. I never intended to have any readers, who’d want to read this? but over 6,000 visitors later I still stand bewildered.

I’m not sure if  this blog ever played a role in the changing of my person. I think it was mostly read by people from that penpal site I found, and they’re all gone but one. I don’t think i’m remembered by any of them, but strangely they’re some of the persons I wish the most that would find their way back to this blog.

This one then, that’s left.. well she’s my absolute best friend today. She lives on the other side of the world and I have in the past year, spent around 4½ months with her. Her cousin, whom I talked to too, came up with this great idea of inviting this random guy from across the world to come and live with them for a month. I don’t know how their parents could agree to such a thing, but June 4th I was on my way.

Alot has happened since. In fact I don’t think i’ll ever again live a year that will be so full of things.

But it was all the starting shot. My life has only begun. And this blog is no longer a way for me to practice on english, it’s me desperately trying to show you all that there is more to life than we might think. I’d love for each and everyone of you to know who I was, and who I am today.

Hop on the train, we’re going on a journey.

The angels asked me how I felt about all I’d seen and heard
That they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their word
But they laughed and said: “It doesn’t matter if you’ll help us in our art”

The definition of me, and what defines me from you!

A doorbell rings in your head, you wonder from where it comes. Knowing there’s no doors around, you get confused. Impatiently the man ringing the bell seems to slam his finger on it more and more, the constant buzzing leaves you scatterbrained in your other so calm existence.

You get used to it, it never seems to go away. When you finally do, it’s too late and you just sigh at life standing there asking you where the heck you’ve been? He shakes his head muttering that he’s been trying to get ahold of you for ages!

But who are we human beings to say that something is too late? What gives us the right to speak in a matter we have no influence over ourselves? What defines “too late”?, when is the gutfeeling of that “Shit, now it’s over” justified?

Two months and seven days since last, right? Seems like yesterday, in every aspect.

You who cares, knows about it all already, and you who don’t know, don’t really care. So i’ll spare you of whatever you’ve already heard, or havent.

I’m not sure I will resume my writing here, just to let you know.

Ever close your eyes.
Ever stop and listen.
Ever feel alive.
And you’ve nothing missing.
You don’t need a reason
Let the day go on and on.

Every summer sun,
Every winter evening.
Every spring to come
Every autumn leaving.
You don’t need a reason

Havent had the time to write anything longer today.

Plane leaving tomorrow 10:15 AM Swedish time, probably will write here on the 6th of July, or if I don’t, not earlier then the 28th of July.

So it’s parked for some month, take care all of you; i’m going.

It’s so strange that you can just wake up and immedietely have a feeling of nervosity bigger then ever before! The first thing I could think of was “omg it’s tomorrow”.

It sure is, and it feels unreal. But i’m excited to the top, and just as happy as one can be. I guess i’ll say goodbye later tonight, might not be any more post until august after today. :[

Solved the new combination last evening, so I totally got it all wrong with taking alot of time. If you want to open somebodys combination padlock with three wheels, just wheel it randomly for one day to three, and you’ll open it. Can be good to know! hah!!!

School in a hour, and today I will enjoy it. Cause I know that in two days i’ll leave the hell all the way til’ August for my last year.