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November 5, 2013

Sometimes Popularity Don’t Come Till You’re 82!

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By now, I’m sure more than half of the people affiliated with MNU know who Granny Franny is–I mean, seriously, how could you not?

The Hiawatha, Kansan native spoke with me last Thursday afternoon. It was Halloween, she had just completed two test, and she was excited to show me pictures of the creepy mask she had on earlier.

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I laughed at the photos–this woman was stinking adorable; no wonder she was so popular, she was an easy person to love. However, This wasn’t the first time that Franny and I had conversed; we were actually quite friendly toward each other, and I was dying to know how her trip to the Queen Latifah Show went.

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Granny Franny sat back in the booth she was in, crossed her arms, and tugged at a single strand of her fleece, white hair. “Oh, Britney,” She went on, “Who would have thunk it?” She said, and continued to say every time I reminded her of her sudden fame. “You know, the other day I googled my name and 140 links appeared.” She said that ‘Granny Franny Homecoming Queen’ had gone viral. She didn’t know why it was such a story, but from then, she began receiving calls upon calls, upon calls, and it didn’t take long before the producer of The Queen Latifah show called.

Granny smacked her lips and nodded her head. “It was a long phone interview.” She stated, referring back to the conversation she had with Queen Latifah’s producer. After turning down an opportunity to be on Inside Edition, she agreed to fly to LA to be a part of the Queen Latifah Show.

“I didn’t know what I was in for.” She continued. Then she leaned in to whisper, “Britney, I didn’t know how to pronounce that woman’s name at all. Before that day, I had never even heard of The Queen.”

I laughed hysterically, and began to name a few movies that I had seen with The Queen in it. Then I went on to ask her how she felt; I wanted to know: was she nervous being interviewed by someone so well-known in the entertainment industry?

Frances smiled. “I wasn’t nervous at all. Queeny made it easy to talk to–she was a lot like you.” I bit down on my lip. Ha! Did Granny Franny just compare me to Queen Latifah? What the heeyy?

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She leaned in again. “I really enjoyed my time in Los Angeles on the show.” This actually wasn’t the first time that Frances had traveled this year. Earlier she had gone to Australia to attend an WCTU–woman’s christian temperaments union–convention, and also to Sacremento to attend another national WCTU convention. Franny is really involved in her community and her church. She likes to keep busy; she said it’s easier that way.

As Granny Franny and I began to wrap up our conversation, she went on to tell me that she will not be returning next semester. When I heard the news, my heart dried up and began to crumple into a million tiny pieces. I didn’t want her to leave, she had just got here; and honestly, she reminded me a lot of a grandmother that I would want to have. She told me not to worry, though, and that her time here has been an eventful one. She also gave me one of her home-made cards, and wrapped me tightly in her arms, suffocating me into a warm, blissful hug.

If there was one thing I learned about Granny Franny, It would be to take more risks. There are a handful of people who reminisce on their lives and wish that they had taken more risks, and had gone on more adventures. I surely hope to be a lot like Granny Franny when I reach her age. She is such a marvelous woman to speak to, and a blessing to our MNU community.

Granny and I

 

Until Next Time

Love, 

Britney

Britney Lewis

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October 29, 2013

A Mummy Like You

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Blog world!

In the spirit of Halloween, I have written a short story for you to enjoy!

Remember, be safe this Halloween!

Till Next time,

Love,

Britney

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A Mummy Like You- By Britney Lewis

  I grabbed my jacket, brushed my brown hair into a ponytail, and climbed out my bedroom window in hopes to avoid confrontation with my parents. I was on my way to Whisper Creek’s hill in anticipation to see Caesarion’s spirit at midnight in the mausoleum. Caesarion was the son of Cleopatra VII and Julius Caesar. When he was seventeen, he was murdered by the current ruler, Octavian, out of fear that he’d lose his place as king. Old and mummified, Caesarion’s corpse was discovered a few years ago, and the museum in my city was granted the honor to keep his body on display. It is said that the mausoleum, a few ways down the road from the museum, has Caesarion’s spirit attached to it; and at midnight, on All Hallow’s Eve, under the skylight in the mausoleum, Caesarion comes back to earth for exactly three minutes and forty-five seconds. I didn’t believe the rumors at first, but after hours of YouTube videos on my laptop, I decided to check it out for myself. Not only will I be able to see a seventeen-year-old Egyptian boy from 30 BC, but I could videotape the sighting and turn it into my school’s contest for scariest video of all time. Not to mention, if I won, I’d have enough money to buy the new iPhone I’ve been waiting for.

When I made it to the catacombs, on top of Whisper Creek’s Hill, I entered the building with a confident heart. I wasn’t afraid of the experience I would face in the near future. After all, my name was Adira, and when translated from Hebrew, it means strong.

 I pushed the doors open, and a powerful wind filled with debris slapped me hard in the face. I struggled to breathe through a few coughs, and I fanned the air in front of me. The inside of the mausoleum was small, dark, and cold, but the skylight wasn’t too far from where I was. Out of precaution, I grabbed the flashlight I had packed in my backpack and turned it on.

The longer I walked down the hallway, the more I felt like the stone walls were closing in on me. I clung onto my arms and focused on my breathing. Everything will be okay, I thought. I’m just overreacting.

The floor moaned and creaked as I tip-toed down it, and the blood in my heart began to pump twice as fast. My fear was growing with every step I took closer to the skylight.

When I arrived to the center of the mausoleum, I opened my backpack and retrieved my camera. I sat it up in the corner of the room, next to one of the old walls. From this angle, the camera would catch everything in sight.

I checked the time on my wrist before I started the stop watch. It was exactly midnight which meant that Caesarion would be here in any minute…

While I waited under the skylight, the bright moon shun throughout the center of the mausoleum, enlightening the place with its creepy luminosity, and the trees outside filled the room with a plethora of shadows that played with my imagination. I thought the trees were trying to tell me something with their scrawny arms casted on the walls. Maybe they were warning me to leave…or maybe they were nothing more than shadows, and my mind was playing tricks on me.

I rubbed my cold palms together and checked the time again: sixty seconds had passed. Was it me, or did the temperature in here drop below freezing? I could see my breath as my breathing kicked it up a notch, and I began to waddle from side to side to get the blood flowing through my veins again.

As I turned around to face my camera, I smelt something strange. The room reeked of rotting eggs and raw meat. Covering my nose, I checked the time again. This time, three minutes had passed.

I huffed. “This is so stupid.” I mumbled. Why did I decide to come up here anyway? It was freezing, this placed smelt of the dead, and there was obviously no mummy spirit anywhere!

Whilst I retrieved my camera, and shoved it back into my book bag, I heard the tiles creek in the hall behind me. I glanced over at it, squinting my eyes so I could see in the dark, but there was nothing there. I shrug my shoulders. Oh, well. If the mummy isn’t going to come, then he can stay in this filthy place forever. I thought, as I zipped up my backpack.

I reached for my flashlight before I entered the hall that would take me back outside, but it wasn’t in my back pocket where I had placed it. I then scrambled though my book bag, but it wasn’t there either. I must have left it on the floor, under the skylight.

As I reentered the center of the mausoleum, I was stopped in my place. I kid you not, under the skylight, holding my flash light, was the mummy of Caesarion.

My jaw dropped, and my eyes grew with mystification. Holy cow! Was this actually happening right now? Was I witnessing the spirit of freaking mummy?!?!

I took my back pack off slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself while I looked for my camera. Once I had the camera in my hands, it slipped through my grasp, creating a noise that was loud enough to let Caesarion know that he was no longer alone.

I looked up slowly, terrified that something bad would happen, and when my eyes reached the center of the room, Caesarion was no where to be found.

I sighed in relief. His three minutes and forty-five seconds had been up, so his spirit must have vanished. As always, I had the worst timing.

As I stuffed my camera back into my bag for the last time, I was knocked off my feet by a piercing yell coming from behind me. Caesarion had never left, and as I scrambled to get to my feet, he was charging toward me.

Flustered and afraid that I’d lose my life, I ran to the opposite side of the room—this was about the same time when I declared my idea, to come to Whisper’s Creek, stupid. I should have stayed at home like all the other sixteen-year-olds.I could be warm and cozy in my bed, but instead, I’ve decided to risk my life for a brand, new IPhone–this is so not worth it.

My knees knocked together, and I was trembling all over. Dang it, Adira. This has got to be the stupidest idea in all of humanity!

Cornered into a wall, with no place to run, the mummy came closer to me. In order to protect myself from this “thing,”  I began flinging objects at him. I threw my camera, the watch I had on my wrist, and even a granola bar, but somehow, he managed to dodge everything I threw. What the heck? He was like some supernatural, ninja-mummy of the living dead.

Caesarion’s lifeless body trampled toward me, and with the light of the moon, I could see his eyes glistening. They weren’t the eyes that I was expecting; they didn’t seem dead or corroded, they were tantalizing. I was finding myself, oddly, paralyzed by this mummy’s gaze. How was this possible? How could something dead seem so undead…?

With my life hanging on the edge, I knew I would die soon. Caesarion was a foot away from me with his arms hanging low, and his head cocked to the side. Before he came any closer, he unraveled the cloth from his body, unveiling an enchanting silhouette of a teenage boy.

I cupped my mouth with both of my hands. How could this be? How is his body still intact, and why…why was he so beautiful?

Caesarion took another step toward me, smiling at me now. His short, black hair was perfectly groomed, and his teeth were whiter than mine. The dimple in the side of his smile lines was perfectly carved into his cheek, and when he pulled his lips into a smirk, his wide, hazel eyes, grew with excitement; the light danced in them, and they seemed softer than the cotton in my pillow case.

Caesarion leaned toward me, and when he did, I no longer felt afraid. He looked helpless, and I couldn’t help but smile at his current existence.

Then he whispered, with an accent as thick the sea.  “Welcome back, Adira. I’ve been waiting for your return for almost an eternity.” He grinned, captivating my soul with every consecrated word he spoke.

Britney Lewis

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October 15, 2013

In A Few Words Or Less…

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In a few words or less

I could tell you what I like the best.

I like tea.

I’m not a big fan of coffee.

Ha!

My favorite season happens to be Autumn.

I like the way the leaves change colors before they crumble and fall. I like how it smells like Halloween for thirty-one days, and then how everything loses it all.

I’m also obsessed with the spring rain.

The sound of the pitter-patter against my window pane drives me insane–but in a good way.

The thunder and the smell of it all makes me want to grab my favorite fleece blanket and crumble into a ball. It’s like heaven and earth have collided–there’s so much beauty, I can’t even describe it.

But

What I love the most.

More than writing…

More than this day…

More than this single, effortless, complete breath.

Is God’s endless compassion and grace for us. He wanted us so much that he sent his only, begotten son to death.

And we don’t deserve it, we never do, yet he takes our guilt and shame and humbles us. He wraps us in his giant arms because he loves us.

Day after day, hour after hour, and moment after moment; slowly, but surely, we fall into this intense, crazy love for Christ.

We reach the heist–the top of the hill where as no other beating organ could replace, comprehend, or pinpoint entirely how we feel.

And I wish I could say it simply–with one word…with one sentence.

with a few words or less.

But it’s too difficult; it’s an irredeemable, hot, flustered mess.

Even as I type this–my laptop warm on my lap–I can’t conjure the right words to finish this post.

The love I have for him, our host, consist of more than the two-hundred and ninety-eight words I already have.

It’s an underlying question that I have never had the courage to ask.

Like I said: It’s not simple. It’s the most indescribable, unconcealed, picturesque love I have ever had the pleasure to taste.

It’s that sweet kind of love, the love you could never, ever hate.

So with a few words…or more

Here’s some words for the heart

The soul,

and the core.

 

Till next time blog world!

Love,

Britney

 

Phillip Prado

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November 1, 2012

God Loves Us All: Even The Goofballs

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HEY GUYS!!! This has been another week to remember for me.  Lets start off with Westboro Baptist Church.  I don’t know if you are familiar with them, and if you’re not then you should look them up, but I’m not a huge fan of their theology or their actions.  They picket a lot of different places for a lot of different reasons with some pretty hateful signs that I would rather not write and it just upsets me, you know?  So a couple of friends and I decided to go to where they were picketing, the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert at the Spring Center, and do a little picketing ourselves.  Now we didn’t picket WBC, or really picket at all.  We just made signs that said things like “God Loves You” and “There’s No Room for Hate in God’s Love,” went to where WBC was, and decided to tell people that God loves them.  I’m sure people are sick of being told they are hated for sinning.  No one can feel God’s love or is going to be reached if all they are being told is that He hates them.  We just wanted to tell them that He DOES love them!  God loves EVERY sinner and EVERY saint.  We just wanted to actually reach people and actually show them that God not only loves them, but he DIED for them.  We did not want to make WBC mad or to tell them they were wrong, just to get in the hate that was being spread and show love.

We are all just 18 years old or so and we were doing the best we could to show people God’s love.  Just cause we are teens and college students doesn’t mean we can’t make a difference.  This is just a small example of how we, as Christians, can really spread love through this world.  In Matthew 28:19-20 Jesus tells us to “go make disciples of all nations.”  And not only that but that He “[is] with [us] always, to the very end of the age.”  Now why would a God that hates us be with us to the end of the age?  He calls us to go make disciple but in that we have to follow the two greatest commandments stated in Matthew 22:37-40: To love God and to love others.  Thats what our goal in life should be: to love! This just really hit me this weak.  We are Christ’s disciples, and it is up to us to show the world His love.

And on a lighter matter, yesterday was Halloween!  I may not have dressed up but some people did.  Some people went ALL out here at MNU.  Two PERFECT examples are Nathan Traxler and Ethan Grimes, both of which are Sophomores (Ethan is on the left and Nathan is on the right in the pictures below).  Nathan set out to be an elderly woman and thats exactly what he did.  He dressed up and acted like an elderly woman: with the dress, and the hair, and all of the other elderly parts an old woman would have (if you know what I mean).  Now a few weeks ago, at the beginning of the year, during one of MNU’s famous events, Ethan managed to split his forehead open all the way to the skull on a HUGE water slide outside of the Lanbarger Dorms when another student accidentally kneed him in the face. Ethan used that to his advantage this year on Halloween and went as Harry Potter with the scar and all.  I laughed soooooo hard when I saw these two guys walking together in Campus Center.  This is definitely a solid image of what MNU students really stand for.  Ok maybe not EXACTLY but it does represent a good portion of us students. :P

So those are the main highlights of my week.  There’s so many other things going on here on Campus that make life really exciting here.  And I’ve also been hearing of a lot of things going on over there at MNU Europe that are super exciting (Check out Cherith’s blog page here on MNU Blogs to hear more about that).  It’s just weeks like this, even though I’m stressed and tired all the time because I have an insane amount of homework, that really make me proud to be a Pioneer.  This is a place to be serious for God and to go out and to spread His love, but it’s also a place to just have fun, be goofy, make friends, and fellowship together.  MNU in both America and in Europe are schools full of joy and love.  This isn’t something you see everyday and I know I’m not the only one who sees that.  This school is something to be proud of.

 

 

 

 

 

Cherith Campbell

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October 29, 2012

The one where we worshipped in three languages, got ‘adopted,’ and walked like an Egyptian!

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A lot has happened in Switzerland this week. So here’s a recap!

ICF: A group of us went to Neuhausen to a youth/adult worship event and it was amazing. There were people from around ages 15 to about 30. Everyone got there and socialized while others bought coffee and snacks. Then at eight the craziness began. We filed into a big room with a stage. A video introducing all of the worship team played and then they all appeared. The whole night was multilingual and that was definitely my favorite aspect of the entire evening. We rocked out to songs in English then they would go right into singing in Swiss German and then there were High German lyrics below everything. Being amongst all those people was such a great experience. In the middle of worship I looked around and realized what an awesome thing I was witnessing. So many of the people in that room were from completely different backgrounds, cultures, and even languages. Yet, we were all worshipping the same God and He was speaking and working in all of us despite our differences. God was touching Swiss, German, Dutch, and us Americans all at the same time. In each of our languages, in each of our circumstances, and in each of our individual lives. That was insanely cool to be apart of!

Adopted family: Hayley and I got invited to go over to a couples’ house from the international church this past Sunday. We spend the afternoon at their house with their family and had a blast! They have three little girls that are absolutely adorable. Lilly is 3, Maddy is 5, and Katie is 8. They are actually from the states and are living here for about five years on business. We had dinner and played with the girls; they showed us around and told us jokes. They started working on art pictures to give Hayley and I when we had to leave so we will be getting those at church next time. :) It was really great to be in a home and family atmosphere because we haven’t had that in awhile. We got to know them and we shared our stories as well. It was good to have that hospitality and openness with them and their girls.

Halloween: We had a Halloween costume party  and it was wonderful. We had Rapunzel and Little Red Riding Hood and a Christmas present and Rosie the Riveter and a wolf and a grandma and pirates and a peacock and a Mexican selling bananas. Yes- quite the range of characters. Linda and I went as Pharaoh and Cleopatra. We looked pretty dang good if i do say so myself. It.was.great.

I’m leaving for Frankfurt, Germany and will be there for a week so I’ll have to catch up on everything when I get back.

Learn something new today: When you look at your reflection in the outside of a spoon you will look normal but turn the spoon and look into the indented inside of the spoon and you will be upside down. Blew my mind. :)

 

Allegra Vieux

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October 29, 2012

Halloweekend

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I’m up to my ears in projects.

Homecoming banquet was on Friday.

3 sporting events Saturday.

and I worked all day Sunday.

………..I wouldn’t trade this crazy schedule for the world.

When I was in high school, I remember being scared out of my mind that I wouldn’t be prepared for college classes. My teachers all talked about time management and using planners. I would like to say to them that I’ve never been able to keep a planner. Every year I start out buying one thinking “this is going to be the year” and then I go strong for about a month or 2 and then lose it or quit updating it.

My dear friends, this is the year. If I could tell my high school self not to worry, and that classes are harder but my teachers would prepare me for what I need, I so would.

The good news is, I LOVE all of my projects and am SO excited, which motivates me to work on them. Right now for promotion management, we are writing an Integrated Marketing Communications campaign for Blue Springs Harley Davidson. We are working with partners, and the group that comes up with the best promotional campaign for BSHD 1. Wins! (I’m competitive) and 2. Presents it to the actual store owners, and gets a chance for their ideas to be used. Excited? juuusssst a little! Also, my partner and I plan to win and be used as the example for years to come. I’ll share our ideas and the reasons behind it once the other groups have solidified their campaigns and cannot steal our idea. :)

On top of all the school work, there’s so much going on for entertainment! Homecoming banquet this year was at the Uptown Theatre in Kansas City (near Westport.) It was a beautiful night, and please note the cutest date ever, my nephew Mr. Lennox Vieux.

Then, there are sporting events! We hopped all around to the games because womens soccer, football, and mens soccer all overlapped. Can I just say how excited I am to be a Pioneer? Both soccer teams tied, Kei Kamara (of Sporting KC) made an appearance, and football won 55-0! Everything we do, we do with excellence.

Hope everyone has a happy Halloween!