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Christina

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About Me

I live and breath in the profuse grace of God. In the growing pains of redemption. A global nomad- fully owning the privileges and drawbacks that come with it. The world has been my playground. My greatest joy is my family, which I am proud to be numbered with- my parents are wise and dynamic, my brother is a rockstar journalist in Egypt, and my sister and her husband are fearless warriors for peace in Northern Uganda. I love to drink life in- like a strong morning coffee letting the steam hit your face lingering in each sip, and like a taquila shot- as fast as i can, taking in the rush of the moment. Good food and drink are an essential part of my quality of life, more than that sharing it with people! I like jumping in puddles, walking barefoot, exploring, kicking leaves, bungie jumping, and not taking the same route twice. I'm a coffee addict- with a particular weakness for espresso in it's many forms. Give me a houka pipe and a good glass of wine, or some sweet fruit tea and I'm blissful. Sometimes I swear, smoke, stay up too late, and don't know when to stop. If you make me I'll sing- if I'm in a car you won't be able to stop me. I love to dance. I have a strange affinity for my own forearms- i know, strange, but true. I have two tattoos (one of which is beautiful and one is a hilarious disaster story, if you don't know it, you can ask me) they are there to remind me what life is, if I should ever forget. I'm a theology student at Cambridge, and I love every minute, almost. I am inspired by spontaneity and seek adventure. I don't believe in regret. I'm passionate about redemption, community, and injustice. I want to bring more of what my family has into the world. I want to be a wife and mother, and in my spare time save the world- one broken heart at a time. So for what it's worth, that's me at this moment, boiled down to a paragraph (albeit a long one).myspace layouts - Get this layout - photoshop tutorials
What Your Soul Really Looks Like
You are very passionate and quite temperamental. While you can be moody, you always crave comfort.
You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.
You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.
Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it.
For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust. Inside the Room of Your Soul

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Jurgen Moltmann (my hero), N.T. Wright, the President of Singapore, and George Bernard Shaw, but he's dead so that'd be hard.

My Blog

I should be happy

Since I was very young, when I saw a film set in Cambridge, I've had a dream- to go to Cambridge University and ride around the cobblestone streets on a blue old-fashioned bicycle with a basket. ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 11:43:00 GMT

The taste of revenge

In the Conflict Resolution workshop, we asked the participants to answer this question: If conflict could be tasted, what would it taste of? Last wednesday my friend Anthony's cousin was on the road f...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 01:13:00 GMT

A Mzungu's Uganda

'Mzungu, Mzungu!' 'Mzungu bye!!!' little children the colour of molasses, with dirty feet and beads tied around their waists yell at me and wave. Every morning. If they're close enough the reach for m...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:43:00 GMT

Uganda update .1

The day I arrived in Lira we found our house broken into and money stolen. it was the 'last' in a series of break ins, inclding death threats. By the end of the night my sisters friend (also their gua...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 07:56:00 GMT

sex ed. for kids

At first I didnt really notice them coming in. The big metal gate to my courtyard creaked and clanged, but by now I was used to people wandering into our yard to have a look at the crazy foreigners- t...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 09:26:00 GMT

Broken lies

She walks on a movie screen they throw her lines She catches them and keeps them in her memory   Broken Child lying in the dark She whispers lies to her heart   They've been told in ten thou...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 03:53:00 GMT

lost

it's not that you were too unkind i did not know how to believe it's the battle raging in my mind the lies i'm trying to resist swallow my hearts capacity but some memory persists   Still, you co...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 16:46:00 GMT

men don't love . . . or maybe they do . . .

Ten minutes ago, i sat in a dark room rocking my (and when i say 'my' i really mean jules & erics') little boy in my arms. His tiny body curled up to optimize the way my own envelopes him. Ev...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 11:34:00 GMT

train ride with mclaren and johnson

juggling my coffee, almond-yogurt bar, and bible, i sling my bag over my shoulder and shuffle onto the train. my heads clammering with more thoughts than i can keep inventory of-  'i don't love e...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 01:15:00 GMT

a match made in heaven, or was it the high street?

'fashionista'- a term i'd never heard until my friend jen began to call me by the name. So i should have known then. two weeks ago in a torrent hunt through the war zone of oxford streets pavement, i ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 May 2006 23:23:00 GMT