Unknown God

Down here at school there is this guy, who will remain nameless, but I will refer to his as bearded music man throughout, who has recorded a CD, he has played for the Gardner-Webb radio station, and, he is doing a concert tonight on the quad. He has also put his music up on myspace and different websites so people can listen to it.
Everyone that I know of down here that has heard him, thinks he is TERRIBLE, including myself. And because I think his music is terrible, I have found myself thinking he is a terrible person because of his music - judging him based on what I know about him.

I think I find it very easy and almost comfortable to say that we judge other people on a consistent basis. I find it comfortable because I know that everyone else does it. But what do we judge about others? We judge the areas that we think they are lacking in. The areas that that person might not be so strong. In the example above, I judge bearded music man because his music sounds AWFUL. We all have these areas that we are not as strong in. We all lack in some area and can be judged by others accordingly.

I am reminded of the passage in Matthew 25, The Final Judgment in which Jesus is talking to people about Judgment day. He talks about those who clothed Him when He was naked, those who fed Him when He was hungry, those who gave Him something to drink when He was thirsty, etc. Then some more outstanding people in the community came and asked, “When did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? … Or naked and give you clothing? ...” Jesus continued the story by saying in verse 40, “I tell you the truth when you did it to the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!”

This has really hit home to me lately. I think that because of the phrasing of verse 40, it includes the hurtful things we did to the least of his, or those who were lacking in an area. So when I judge people, I am also judging God.

I have found that over the past few months I will trust God when I know He can do it. When I have seen him do it before, but if I haven't seen Him come through, I take control over the situation attempting to fix it myself. I judge God based on what I have seen Him do before and tend to take control over the areas I haven't seen Him work in.

It is easy to subject ourselves to things we can physically say are true, but how much more difficult is it to take second place to a God we have know so little about?

Waffles!

Most everyone who reads my blog knows that I am not a morning person at all. I generally do not wake up until about 5-10 minutes before class then rush to class completely not awake. Well, since Easter, I have been REALLY busy with homework in which I have been needing to egt up early to do some work. Well about mid last week I decided to try being a morning person until the end of the school year. I have been getting up at 6 getting my shower and going outside to watch the sunrise in my hammock and then come in to do some homework before class.

So far, I have thoroughly enjoyed it. Until this morning. I got up did my normal routine except instead of coming in to do homework, I was hungry (surprise I know) so I went and got some breakfast. I got my plate of french toast sticks, sausage, eggs, and a biscuit. Then I went to get some yogurt. I didn't see any of the closed yogurt container things but I saw some stuff that looked like blueberry yogurt sitting next to the waffle iron. Except I didn't notice the waffle iron next to it.

I continued to proceed to my seat and eat my main meal and once I finished I went to delve into the delicious yogurt that I had been craving. I got this great big spoonful and shoved it in my mouth. It was waffle batter. And, not only was it waffle batter, but it was waffle batter with blueberry chunks in it. I gagged immediately, managed to swallow the batter, and my breakfast was finished after that. Maybe, I should try paying attention... or just being awake when I go to breakfast.

June 19th, 2009

I know so many of you know that I will be spending the greater majority of my summer in Romania and Ukraine. So many of you have been incredibly interested about it and since this is going to be the place to keep up with me on my trip, I figure I should start giving out details now. I found out this morning that I will be leaving the US on June 19th from Charlotte. From there I will fly to Chicago and then proceed on to London and finally arrive in Budapest, Hungary on the 20th around dinner time. Three days later, I will be flying out of Romania and into Odessa, Ukraine to lead a camp there.

When I get back from Ukraine, around July 1st, the handbells group in Girish, is going on a week long tour that I will be apart of. When I return to Oradea, we will have approximately a week before our first camp begins. From there on, I will be helping in the three camps this summer, one of which Rich Fork will be leading.

Then, immdiately after the last camp, I will be leaving on August 23 and getting home that night around midnight. So these are the plans thus far. I will keep everyone updated as things change, if they change. Your thoughts and prayers are VERY much appreciated

I take things too seriously

So I am currently working on a post thats all serious and stuff but right now I have something a little more painful.


We all know that I love baseball. If I cant watch a game on tv I will sit at my computer and gamecast it or something. Anything to watch the game. We also know that I can get quite competitive. And for most, we know that I am an intramural referee. Well this spring I decided to join an intramural softball team. Intramural sports are not serious at all.. at least softball isnt. No one dives or slides or anything fun. Except me.


I got to play in my first game today and my team isnt good but I had a TON of fun and got a rally started in the bottom of the third. I led off with a sharp single up the middle. Craig, a guy who lives just down the hall from me, came up to bat and hit a short fly to right that dropped in. I had to wait half way to make sure it wasnt caught. It dropped and I hustled and slid safely into second only for the ball to be over thrown and me advance to third with ease. We ended up scoring six that inning. But still ended up losing by one.





This is the result of my slide. My pants tore that far down and that far over. Then I cut the rest off because it kept flapping back and getting stuck. The chief of University Police was there and brought me some rubbing alcohol and wipes to clean it out. I about cried... except not. Thats my fun story for the day.