Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah, hallelujah

I like classes. I'm in one right now and it's interesting to hear different people's perspective on a lecture we all just listened to about open theism. And now we're talking about the influences of Hellenistic thought on Christian faith. Good times.

I got an email today from Chuckie, who's the manager of Dear and the Headlights, the band that Ian and Joel are in. They are getting pretty big and it's cool to see it happen. I hope they do really good.

I go to Sacramento on Thursday. That sucks.

Work is still really busy. I spent all day today designing a brochure for the Office of World Missions and it is no fun. I hate the layout; there's too much text and the pictures aren't relevant. And it's cutting into my other responsibilities. And yet I said I would do it. Sigh.

I'm not sleeping a lot lately. That is weird. I must admit there is a certain attraction to being a sleepless creature who can still operate normally. Usually it means I'm spiritually unsettled. The worst time it happened to me was freshman year. I would spend hours lying in bed watching a clock, or walking around, or whatever. And then I had a tremendous fight with God and then everything was good. If you want to know what it's about, I'll tell you. But that's not the point. The point is, I am not sleeping and I might start going crazy for vanity's sake.

Class is getting good. Peace to all and to all a good night.


See what I mean, peaches and cream

I have had such a hard time keeping up with the blog. Work is busy and in most of my classes I don't have a chance to blog like I did last semester. Three good classes: spiritual formation, transitions in ministry, and urban ministry. I'm learning a lot in them and I feel energized as a result of it.

I'm trying to understand grace again. I didn't for awhile and think that it's important. That's that.

I will be playing racquetball today. That's going well. I think I still weigh about 200 lbs, which is good, I guess.

I'm reading "Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger" right now. I'm still in the guilt trip stage of it. I don't know how to distinguish my faith from the cultural values which my livelihood depends on. Woof.



i'll follow you into the dark

It's been a while since I posted. I've been entirely too friggin busy. I've been back and forth from AZ, Mexico, and all the other places I've probably been whining about to everyone in my life. Work is always hard. Or has at least been hard recently. Many many things have been due and I don't want to relive it now or ever so I'm not going to.

I took the CSET this weekend. There were 4 sub-tests. Good grief. It took me more than 3 hours to finish, but I was given 5. There were two sections on multiple-choice, one short-answer, and two essays. I did okay on the whole thing but my main concern is that one of the essays wasn't strong enough. If that's what keeps me from being a teacher, I'll be pissed. Or I'll just do it better next time.

I still don't know what I want to do with my life. Or what God wants to do with my life. The point is, I am living my life kind of like a zombie. But a zombie who now weighs 199.5 lbs. It's the first time I've been under 200 probably since freshman year of college. And boy do I feel light. And by light, I mean hungry. Just right now, though, not all the time.

Monday nights I have class from 5-10:45. Tuesdays I have class from 2:30-6:15. Wednesdays I have class from 6:20-9:55. And then I get the rest of the week off. I'm concerned that I will not get everything I can from these classes because of my schedule and I will be too busy getting things done rather than enjoying learning. But I will have done a lot of work and probably earned my weight in books. Sigh.

Peace, I'm out.