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I am sitting on my front porch. In a moment I will be inside, lounging on the couch, studying my textbooks. Tomorrow I will be at school, at work, at church. You will never find a constant location for my being. I am movement. I am America.

When I am at church on Sunday, I won’t be sitting on my front porch. I can say that I was there. I was a week younger then. I was tired. I am no longer eight years old. I used to be there. I used to say this. I used to say that. I used to wear diapers for goodness sake!

There's a CD in my car that refuses to work. There are countless scratches on its surface, and a few fingerprints to mark for evidence. Don't get me wrong. I have a number of other discs I could pop in for entertainment/pleasure. Problem is, I need this one to practice a special song near and dear to my heart. It is a song written by one of God's children; a piece of art that could change forever a single life.

Since the beginning of the 2006 football season, I haven’t missed a New Orleans Saints football game. Including pre-season, I went to three at the Superdome, watched the rest of the home games on TV with my family, and the traveling black and gold boys could even depend on us screaming/hollering/dancing in my living room inhaling a good six-to-seven pounds of Cane’s chicken fingers on rainy Sundays after church.

For my avid readers, you're probably expecting a comical yet convicting piece on the next fruit of the Spirit, but here's the thing, I'm sick and I'm tired and I need to say what I'm about to say.

Evangelism is not for the masses. I don't write these messages to astound the many. God simply chose my literacy to affect the one or two who desire knowledge. The words you read in these blogs are not my own. I could write them just as well if my eyes were closed, the computer sleeping.

Have you ever had to make a list of your characteristics or a list of goals in life? Lists are easy if you have a guide. Lists are hard when you have to be honest. Lists are terrifying if someone else gets to see them.

God rocks at lists.

If I wanted to write the President, I could send a friendly letter to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, the format of an American physical address (i.e. number followed by the street address). South of the border, however, I would want to adhere to Latin American culture by typing the street address prior to the number of the "calle," or street name.