Cookies & Co.
Just ate there...so good. One of the "8th Day Creations" if you ask me.
I'm starting to get anxious about my music history test on Monday. It's covering the Renaissance period, and I have only listened to one of the required pieces in its entirety. Not ideal, really. I cancelled an out of town event this week so I could have more time to prepare.
But once that test is past, I have a small paper due on Wednesday and a test on the Tuesday after fall break. I'll enjoy studying over the break, but it stinks that my major time commitment over the break will be studying and not something more...away...from Athens.
I want to get away from here for a while, not just for conferences. My only trips out of Athens this entire year were for two conferences. Neither allowed for much sleep because of the schedules. I want to sit near a beach drinking at an outdoor cabana, reading a book and eating cabana-bar food. Not exactly Margaritaville, but that would do nicely, thank you very much.
I miss my desperation for Christ. I feel He may be reawakening it b/c the more I am aware of my sin, the more desperate I am for Him. It may be unpleasant to be desperate for Him, but it is necessary, and I want to despair of myself (as the old people said it) and cling desperately to Him.
Desperation makes me happier in serving others, keeps me from being upset at not being in the shape I was in four years ago, makes me less judgmental of others, and pushes my focus off myself and onto loving those who really have it bad. Even my pseudo-guilt at being white, upper-middle class is useless. Why should I feel guilty about where God has placed me? I shouldn't abuse it or feel as if I deserve it, but I also shouldn't feel as if I need to scoot on down the ladder to be a more sincere Christian.
That way, if God pushes me down that ladder, I'll still be content with what He has given me. Or even if He pulls me up.
Is anyone else ashamed to admit that they want to hear Madonna's new CD?
I'm starting to get anxious about my music history test on Monday. It's covering the Renaissance period, and I have only listened to one of the required pieces in its entirety. Not ideal, really. I cancelled an out of town event this week so I could have more time to prepare.
But once that test is past, I have a small paper due on Wednesday and a test on the Tuesday after fall break. I'll enjoy studying over the break, but it stinks that my major time commitment over the break will be studying and not something more...away...from Athens.
I want to get away from here for a while, not just for conferences. My only trips out of Athens this entire year were for two conferences. Neither allowed for much sleep because of the schedules. I want to sit near a beach drinking at an outdoor cabana, reading a book and eating cabana-bar food. Not exactly Margaritaville, but that would do nicely, thank you very much.
I miss my desperation for Christ. I feel He may be reawakening it b/c the more I am aware of my sin, the more desperate I am for Him. It may be unpleasant to be desperate for Him, but it is necessary, and I want to despair of myself (as the old people said it) and cling desperately to Him.
Desperation makes me happier in serving others, keeps me from being upset at not being in the shape I was in four years ago, makes me less judgmental of others, and pushes my focus off myself and onto loving those who really have it bad. Even my pseudo-guilt at being white, upper-middle class is useless. Why should I feel guilty about where God has placed me? I shouldn't abuse it or feel as if I deserve it, but I also shouldn't feel as if I need to scoot on down the ladder to be a more sincere Christian.
That way, if God pushes me down that ladder, I'll still be content with what He has given me. Or even if He pulls me up.
Is anyone else ashamed to admit that they want to hear Madonna's new CD?
posted by Jason at 11:37 AM
1 Comments:
I want to hear the new Madonna album too. I don't want to buy it, but I heard it was really good. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'll shout it from the rooftop.
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