Today I set my alarm to get up at 5:40 to run. Upon waking
up, I realized that I had to give my devotion in front of the school before the
first lecture today and therefore decided that my best bet would be to lay in
bed and think about what I wanted to talk about.
An hour and a half later, I was rudely awoken by the bell
ringer. Instead of going to breakfast, I sat in the bathroom with my laptop
deciding what I wanted to talk about. All this week, I feel like I’ve been
learning so many things and like there was so much I wanted to say, but I also
realized that there’s a certain balance where at some point you just start
talking to talk and I wanted it to be meaningful.
A trend I’ve seen recently among my peers here is to break
the rules at school because it’s “really not that big of a deal”. And, really,
it’s not. We’re not allowed to watch tv or movies and people do..we’re not
allowed to drink and people do..but there’s nothing terrible going on. There’s
no crazy partying, it’s just an overarching sense of “who cares?” I asked some
people about it this week and realized that it wasn’t stemming from a blatant
disregard for the rules for the most part. The truth is that students are
realizing the truths of their faith, the things God is going to make them work
through, and it becomes overwhelming. They turn to the TV, or to alcohol, or
whatever else, just as a means of momentary escape. The problem is that as soon
as that escape’s over, they just feel worse than they did to begin with. I do
the same thing in other ways. So in my devotion I talked a little bit about
perseverance, and about how rather than turning to something to numb us, we
should turn to God and work through the issue.
The lecturer this week is talking about the Holy Spirit.
It’s so good what he has to say, and he’s a really good speaker, but the thing
is that I already know all the stuff he’s talking about. So unfortunately I
don’t get quite as much out of it, but I know a lot of people really do, so I
like it.
After lunch, I went for a run that quickly turned into a
walk because the knee issue I’d been having during 1st semester
flared up again and it kills. It’s stuck around all day. Even just an hour ago, I was
walking around my room and it just gave out and I fell. Granted, I landed on my
bed, but still..
It’s all snowy outside, like a winter wonderland, I love it.
I listened to Mark Driscoll talk about Christ’s sacrifice on my ipod and just
looked around and enjoyed God’s beauty.
When I got back to Bode, I saw Steph walking into the staff
building. I followed her in and Annelie (who’s not feeling good) and Marg were
there, so we talked and hung out for awhile. Then Steph and I decided to go to
Hopker. It’s about a twenty minute walk and we talked about the speaker and
about social stuff and all that. When we got there, we ordered a piece of cake
to share and each got a Milkschokolade, which is dipped out of Willie Wonka’s
river. It’s ridiculous. It’s a cup of melted chocolate with the consistency of
spit. And it’s delicious.
When we got back to Bode, I went upstairs to take a shower.
Having gotten all ready, I turned on the shower only to find that it was
freezing cold. I therefore re-dressed and read the first three chapters of The Panther, the book Uncle Ron sent me
to read (thank you!!). It will be the first book that I’ve read for my own enjoyment since
Sophomore year. I did all the math so I know how much I need to read every
day to finish it on time for school to end.. I'll let you speculate on why I felt that necessary to do.
In night lectures, Derek Burnside talked about the Spiritual
Gifts of Tongues and Prophecy. He speaks on potentially sensitive subjects with
such patience and wisdom, it’s incredible and encouraging.
After lectures, I hopped online to discover a series of
skype messages from my Father regarding three charges on my Visa for plane
tickets to Ireland, where I’m going from here at the end of school. The issues
are hopefully being resolved, but I feel really bad cause Dad has to make a
bunch of phone calls and stuff:/
I finished off the night in Steph’s room. I read from the
book Smith gave us, called “The Ransomed Heart” and everybody listened. It's an incredible book, every time I read it I want everybody I know to get to hear it too. Then we
chatted a little and I went upstairs and got packed for English Camp tomorrow!!
Over all, it was a great day
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