26.1.09

At the end of the day you're another day colder.

    So Interim is over tomorrow, and then I have almost a week off.  2009 has started out fabulously, however strangely.  It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that a month ago today, I was in Colorado probably sleeping, maybe reading Midnight Sun, eating a bagel with cream cheese, and hanging out with my cousins and family.  So many things have changed since then, which is crazy because it has only been four weeks.  The last time I was home, I had no desire to leave and I was a little sulky for a couple days at school because I didn't want to be there.  Now that I'm to go home tomorrow, I'm a little sad about that, not because I don't want to go home, because I am very excited to see my family and wish my brother and aunt a happy birthday, but because there are a lot of things and people here that I don't want to leave.

    It's funny, being tied to two places.  I'm not sure I've ever lived like that before.

    Anyway, I went snowboarding over the weekend, and am now in something of excruciating pain.  But it was quite fun, and by the end of the day, I was even able to stay standing all the way down the slope and get my boot in the binding in under ten minutes.  I'm proud of my improvement, though humbled by my sore muscles.  

    And now I have an essay to write and a couple chapters to read.


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21.1.09

19.1.09

Say those words as much as you want but you need me like I need you.

Happy
50th 
Post!

    And happy Monday....

    Though both are lame reasons to celebrate, one is still less enthusiastic than the other.  Can you guess which?

    Yesterday I went to New Life Christian Fellowship for church.  It was an incredible experience, but I don't think I want to go there again.  It was very different from what I'm used to in a church.  They are non-denominational and charismatic, and they have an interesting set up for their services.  The one yesterday was 2 hours long (and none of the regulars seemed too restless, so I'm pretty sure they are generally that length) the first hour being worship and healing and the second being a sermon-type object.  

    The worship was very individualistic.  Some people grabbed these flag, banner things and stood around the room waving them at their leisure.  Some people were dancing and flailing themselves around, some people were kneeling, some were sitting, some were standing.  There were only four or so songs sung, but as I said, the worship was half of the service.  At one point, a woman from the makeshift choir went up to the microphone and shared a prophecy she had had about freeing people from their cages of worship and then she prayed over everyone in the audience who felt the trappedness she described.

    The sermon was about climbing mountains of culture and exerting control over a sphere of influence for God's glory.  There was very little scripture mentioned, and certainly none that really drove the meaning, which is what I am used to.  The pastor mentioned the cage prophecy again, and then at the end, a woman gave a testimony about how the cage prophecy and the sermon applied to her life.  And then when the pastor finished the prayer and told us to go in peace, only my boyfriend and I left.  Everyone else just sat there...

    The reason I thought this was such an incredible experience is that it made me start to think.  Why do I have such a problem taking these people seriously?  Is my faith second to my logic?  I mean, I know I have issue with people who say that, if someone dies young or of a disease, it was because they did not have enough faith.  But the whole service caught me off guard.  I wonder if there's not some happy medium God wants us to reach, somewhere between scriptureless faith and faithless scripture, between charismatics and intellectualists.  I believe in the miracles of God, but do I trust that they will happen?

Anyway, just pondering, and putting off writing my paper.

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