Quote of the Day: “Men and women have nothing in common. Even in sex. Women are crock pots and men are microwaves.” — Mark Zeigler, professor of my Speech class, while talking about the communication process
I probably shouldn’t even be typing this entry, since I have a ton of work to do today and not nearly enough time in which to do it. But it’s been such a long time since I’ve posted that I figured it was worth a possible dip in my grades. You see, next week I have a total of five tests: two on Monday, one on Tuesday, and two on Thursday. It’s just not going to be a fun week, hands down.
I never did talk about the Nav conference from a couple of weekends ago. I put up a couple of quotes in my most previous entry. The weekend was about vision, and you know how I feel about Nav events that say they are about vision. Oh, you don’t? Well NCP’s theme was supposed to be “the doctrine and vision of a leader,” when in fact it probably should have been “the doctrine of your beliefs, and if we have time for vision and leadership that’s great.” Now I know that makes it sound like I had a rotten time at NCP and that’s not the case; I just feel they misrepresented themselves. So here we are at the Florida conference and I’m thinking that now God has a chance to redeem himself. Now He can show me what it is I’m supposed to be doing with my life after college. You know, give me some vision? And He did, just not how I thought He would. The one thing I got out of that weekend more than anything else was to be obedient. Everything else stems from that. As I analyze my response to that vision I realize that there would have been a time when an answer from God that simplistic and open-ended would have insulted me, but now I feel completely at peace and at ease with that answer. Am I still tense about what I’m going to do after I graduate? Yes, but not because I think there will be nothing. Now I’m just nervous with that feeling you get from the unknown. And that probably shouldn’t even be there but it is.
This past Thursday was our second night of worship of the semester at Nav Night. This one had an extra twist: Dave Wirgau was out of town. This meant that the entire meeting fell on my shoulders. That’s probably the wrong way of putting that. What it meant was that I was given the opportunity to take one Nav Night and for once be its spiritual leader instead of just its logistical leader or its musical leader. I’ve been standing up in front of the Nav ministry for one reason or another since the spring of my freshmen year. Including this semester that’s six semesters. This now is the third semester where I’ve been the leader of something in that capacity (A-Team and worship team), but never in that time until Thursday night did I feel like I was leading spiritually. I wonder if that’s because of me or because of the job or something else. And I wonder with Dave back for future worship nights if I’ll ever be able to do this in this community again. Can I ask Dave for another go at it? Sure, and I will. But while he’s there in the room I will be the subordinate posing as the man in charge. I feel so prideful even saying this. But you’ve got to believe me that it’s not about the spotlight being on me. It’s not about me showing everyone how spiritual I can be. But after Thursday I know in my heart that I can improve on what I did, but I also know that in the ministry I’m in I probably will not be given more chances like that one to do so.
Moving on to lighter points of interest…
The White Sox won the World Series. Yawn.
The FSU football team is no longer undefeated after losing to Virginia a couple of weeks ago. I can’t say I’m surprised, and I can’t really say I’m that upset. I think I’d rather be a one-loss team going into the ACC Championship game, since either way we’re going to get pounded by Virginia Tech. I’d be really upset if we lost that game and were previously undefeated. After their win yesterday over Maryland if they win next week against NC State, which incidentally is my last home game as an undergrad, they will qualify for the ACC Championship game. I’m excited about next week’s game. I’m even thinking about painting up one last time for old time’s sake.
Last week I rented the Family Guy movie. I couldn’t stop laughing. Best part of the whole movie by far: WACKY INFLATABLE ARM-FLAILING TUBE MAN!
I had a long, deep conversation with one of my three loyal readers this past week regarding… well the topic of discussion probably shouldn’t go out over the airwaves but let’s just say Rob and I talked about something that we and our kind have been ignoring for far too long. ¡Viva la revolución!
Last night the ladies of the two towers threw a Halloween party that not only impressed me but thoroughly over achieved in the minds of all who attended. I don’t think anyone expected them to have decorations that great or have costumes that creative (school supplies — who does that?) or to have music that eclectic or have food in that abundance. I came as Cuban pitching sensation Juan Gonzo Hernandez, also known as El Blanco. Winners of the best costume awards, officially speaking, were Mario and Luigi. Winning on this blog and shafted in the official voting were Mark and Kat, who came as an abusive boyfriend and knocked up girlfriend respectively (they’re married and it was Kat’s idea, which I think makes it p.c.). There was one guy, though, who almost single handedly ruined the party for me. This one dude walks in and he’s painted himself black and he’s got one of those black dreadlock wigs on. Before the voting we had all introduced ourselves and our character. He’s last to go and he says, “Yeah, I’m a black guy.” Are you frigin serious? Until that point I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I was thinking he had something witty or clever that he was going to pull out and amaze us with. But no, he’s just an idiot. Listen, I’m whiter than paper and even I was insulted. All it would have taken was one black guy at that party and we’d be reading in the papers today: “Black man kills black white man.” Moron aside, I had a really good time. It makes me wish we threw more parties as a crew.
On tap for the rest of today? At 3 PM my Bible study is meeting, and after that the rest of my day will be devoted to the study of insurance policies for Tuesday’s test. Yuck!
ooOoo… my friend Katie that goes to UMimi did the tomahawk chop on sunday… it was hysterical. We were doing “Father Abraham” in sunday school and one of the motions is that, and she didn’t realise she had done it until afterward. I was laughing so hard… though she did say that the Demon Deacon mascot is tied for wierdness with the fact that Guilford are the quakers and their fight song is “Kill, quakers Kill…”