Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Well, it's been almost a month since I last posted. I wanted to update both of you (my readership) on the goings-on. My cell phone number has changed, so look on the Aggie RUF directory for my new number or something. Also, in one week, I will be on my way home from Houston (through Detroit), to be with family and friends (including one friend in particular) for Thanksgiving. I actually do have thoughts every now and then; I just forget them before I return to my blog. Here is something, though. I am really looking forward to seeing them. It has been a while, and I will have much to be thankful for when I am with them again.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Maybe this makes me really lame, but I am going to go ahead and say on this blog that I wish that my long-distance relationship was not long-distance. My desire is definitely inordinate. I am coveting something that God has not given. It is difficult not to think that things would be better if we were together; however, I must trust God that his will is good for me. Maybe this is being too personal. However, I am about 99.5% sure that the only people that read this blog are pretty close personally to me. I will probably delete this post as soon as I see it again. I honestly don't know why I'm writing it. I could write this down on a piece of paper, and it would be better. Well, I am tired.
Sunday, August 31, 2003
Christ our Lord is Risen today! Hallelujah! Somehow, I do not feel that most of the time. And I don't think others do either. It doesn't seem that anyone seems to care that the Sabbath is a holy, joyous occasion. That it has been consecrated for us as a day of rest and worship. God has given us a great blessing, a respite from the torment of our lives, to rest in his steadfast love, to meditate on him, to do what we were designed to do, without distraction: glorify and enjoy Him. Do we believe this? Why are we so quick to avail ourselves to work (schoolwork, etc.) when we are called to honor the Sabbath day and keep it holy? What is it that makes this command so easily ignored (and by those who definitely know that this is a command, myself included)? I am thankful for God's making covenant with me; this is a wonderful time for me to spend time thinking about this. Maybe I just have more time on my hands than everyone else, but it is a great blessing to have a day to remind me of a God who has drawn near to me and to the rest of his chosen people. It is also a great time to look to the future: a time when we will see face to face our Redeemer, when our sins will not distract us, but will be done away with completely, and their memory will merely serve to draw us closer to God in the celebration, and we will enter a lovely rest. I long for that. My sin and misery may seem ever present, and ever powerful, but I can look in hope for a time when that will not be the case. Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!
Saturday, August 23, 2003
Thursday, August 07, 2003
Well, a certain friend of mine knew a girl whom he dated for some time that had a blog. In that blog, during the time which they dated, she never once mentioned the ongoing relationship that they had. Nor did she mention the person whom she was dating. Though he (the friend) looked faithfully to see if there was any hint of something important going on in her life related to a dating relationship, he did not see it. This, along with other factors, helped him to see that she did not consider their relationship to be a significant part of her life, and though he was slow to deal with it, he eventually caught on. For those of you who wonder why I have not included such details in my blog, I suggest that you read the rest of the entries; do they seem like important segments of my life? The obvious answer is no. However, the real reason I have not posted anything is that I have been busy.
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
I sent out a bunch of mass emails today, telling people I knew that I was changing my email address, and I told them what the new address was. My old address wasn't working, and it was flooded with spam. As soon as I had sent it out, I received a reply, to my OLD email address! I wonder if people pay attention to what it was that I say in my email.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
As I read my elder friend John Ferguson's blog, I found that my own wretched blogging existence had become a much more accessible read for many. A strange feeling of happiness filled me as I pondered the thought that wandering internet surfers might venture into my narcissism. As I went to visit my friend Osama ben Dunson's diary of diatribes, I saw that there, too, was a link to my own life. At this point, I was near tears (of joy), thinking of my newfound credibility and cultural relevance. Please excuse me. I need to take some time to settle down. One shouldn't get too happy.
Do you ever notice how much more comfortable you are in a comfortable situation as opposed to an uncomfortable one? Now, go ahead, laugh at my stupidity; that was intended. However, as I think about my own tendencies, slightly uncomfortable situations cause me to feel completely uncomfortable, and not know what to say. My point is only that I am very influenced by my perceived surroundings, and I am also very afraid of people I don't feel extremely comfortable around. Now, please know that my question is only a rhetorical one. Though I would love for people to point out my stupidity directly, there is no comment box on my blog for readers to respond through. So I will be happily unaware.
Saturday, June 14, 2003
My father and I were playing a friendly game of basketball, when it suddenly degenerated into my dad headbutting me in the face, causing profuse bleeding from the nose! Actually, it was an accident, but my nose was really hurting, and is starting to take a different shape. For all who are interested, I was losing, 22-21 at the time, and it was game point for my dad. As I came inside, my mother welcomed me in with reminders of her pre-game warnings of, "Your dad plays pretty aggressively, and I think you might get hurt." Don't worry, I still haven't paid any attention.