Something Inspiring

January 16, 2010 at 12:45 pm (Real Life) ()

I was browsing Cakewrecks, a site that I first started following because it is hilarious, when I saw something very interesting for a site usually concerned with bad decorating choices. In response to the Haiti crisis, they urged people to support Doctors Without Borders, a charity that they originally brought to attention during Christmas. Following links on the site, I found the info about their charity countdown over the holidays. Each day, a different charity was highlighted and a page created for donations. The goal was for each reader to donate a dollar to the charity, if not more, and with everyone’s help, to raise $10,000 dollars a day. Many goals were met, some were not, but the results were still astounding.

The charities highlighted over two weeks covered a wide range of causes: Heifer International , Share our Strength, Puffy Paws Kitty Haven , To Write Love on Her Arms, and Free The Slaves, to name a few of the charities.

The one that stood out the most to me was called Love 146, a group of people dedicated to ending child sex trafficking and slavery. The story of the founding of the organization is particularly touching and terrifying, and you can read it here if you would like.

I thought that this was an amazing idea, and a beautiful image of human kindness and love. That a couple of people with a blog could change so many lives by just asking people to donate a little time and a little money. In all the crisis, tragedy, evil, and greed in the world today, it is refreshing and reassuring to see people willing to reach out and help others.

For the full list of charities supported, as well as links to all the sites and donation pages, go to the Cakewrecks Charity Countdown page.


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Chicago Trip II

November 17, 2009 at 11:24 am (Real Life, Spiritual, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , )

Part I

Well, I’m at work again and should be working on a paper, but my brain is still too fuzzy. Having this opening shift on Tuesday is not my favorite. Anything that requires me to wake up at 6:30 and brave the cold is not my idea of fun. But, that’s okay. I’ll make it through the end of the semester. So, since I don’t want to work on homework, I ought to work some more on all the Chicago stuff. It was such a great trip, and I really enjoy the processing of information that comes as I write this.

Well, I ended last time at the mosque. By then we were running pretty well behind schedule and needed to get back into the city to visit our last location of the day. This time we were on our way to a Soka Gokkai information center. Soka Gokkai is a branch of Buddhism that is centered around chanting and contemplation of the Lotus Sutra. We were greeted by a band of flag waving members, a victorious song playing in the background. They clapped and cheered, welcoming us to the center, and ushered us into a comfortable room to sit and learn. Two young guys came up to begin introducing the beliefs and quickly moved on to their chants for the evening. The main part of this chant is the repetition of a single phrase, “Nam myoho renge kyo.” They use something that looks like rosary beads in order to engage the sense of touch, and at various times strike a metal bowl to produce a beautiful ringing. The chanting is hypnotic, but a little unsettling as well. After a short while. the two men stood and closed the golden doors that housed a page of writing, revered as the Gohonzon. From there, another man joined them to further explain the beliefs of the Soka. Each gave his testimony, to borrow a typically Christian term, of how this chanting had caused positive change in their lives. By doing so, it awakened the inner Buddha nature and allowed the self to accomplish more through this determination. One man told the story of how he had gotten into college despite being from the wrong side of Chicago, how things had fallen in place to clear his debts. Hearing this, all I could think was that this chanting had so little to do with it. This religion, while appealing to many, seems to unfulfilling to me. There is nothing more than who you are, no source outside. Any benefit comes solely from the self, and so there seems little purpose in all the chanting. The main task is to create good causes, by chanting and doing good for others. That is admirable and I will never discourage someone from helping others, but it seems like religion without any real sacrifice of the self. In the end, it felt more like a relaxing, meditation than religion.

That evening, we had some time to spend in the city, though only a few hours. I went with some friends to the Hard Rock Cafe and spent way too much on delicious food, but it was a time for fun and fellowship. We discussed a lot of what we had seen and it was obvious that most of us were still figuring everything out. Soon, we had to head back to the hostel for devotional. There, we sang songs to praise God and then had a chance for anyone who wanted to, without comment, read a passage of scripture. It was very uplifting. Exactly what we all needed after hearing so many different viewpoints and having so much to think about.

Saturday came early, though we did have a little more time to sleep. We still had to be on our way bright and early to see all we had planned. We began at a Synagogue for Sabbath worship, where we met some of the nicest and most informative people of any encounter. It was obvious that they were more than happy to explain to us what they were doing, why they did it, and what it all meant, and it was definitely helpful that i knew the story of Judaism as well as I did my own faith. The two are forever intertwined. They sang mostly in Hebrew, explaining throughout in English for all the visitors. After numerous songs and passages, the Torah was brought out and read from for a fairly long time. After more songs, the rabbi stood up and presented a lesson about culture and Judaism that was very interesting and, fortunately, in English. Worship, a two and a half hour process, ended with a song led by the children, announcements, and then a reception. They had prepared cakes and drinks for us, and we all ate and talked before returning to the auditorium to ask questions. Our friend there was more than helpful and gladly answered any questions we had. He was a amiable, kind man and it was a pleasure to hear him speak and articulate so well the answers.

These two different meetings contrasted so sharply in my mind. Both are ancient faiths (though Judaism is the older by far), and both spent most of their time in a language that I was hopeless to understand, but they were really so very different. Soka Gokkai says the power is within the self, the inner Buddha nature, to accomplish all. Judaism relies on God among the whole of Israel to provide and save. One had very few guidelines, another has many times been defined by their multitude of regulations. In Judaism, I see people who have sought and found something everlasting, but I cannot say the same for Buddhism. Those in the Soka temple were looking for temporary relief in this world through inner strength, but Judaism finds comfort in the Lord. I do not know the Lord’s intent for those practicing Judaism today, and I would feel very arrogant trying to determine the Lord’s mind and will for anything, not to mention something so huge as the eternal fate of His once-Chosen people, but I do know that, if I had to choose one religion of these two, one would be fulfilling and provide something that I could truly call religion. Not that I would convert, of course, because I think Christianity is the way, but in a purely hypothetical realm.

And next time I will conclude with the trip, speaking about the Hindu Temple and Sikh service. Both were very interesting and inspiring, in their own way, but that must wait for a later time.
Until then,

God Bless.

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Another Day in Italy

February 5, 2009 at 2:01 pm (Real Life) (, , , , , )

Well, Italy is still treating us pretty well. It’s been raining, so the weather isn’t quite as wonderful. But we all went into the city today.

Florence is an incredible place. We met a woman on the bus with her 8 month old child. Well, Corbin met her. She talked about the city and the people. Apparently, we won’t know how cold the Florentine people are until we see how friendly southern Italy is. She’s been traveling since she was five from all around Italy to Mexico and Guatemala. She worked odd jobs to support herself and continue her travel. In fact, she had just returned from Germany where her son’s father lives. It was a very interesting experience.

We found a really incredible church today off the beaten path. Everything is older here than anything in the States, and the art is breathtaking. It was called Ognissanti, and the painting on the wall were beautiful. Then I happened to look at the ceiling and I was amazed. It was really beautiful. Sadly, we couldn’t take flash photography, so the pictures came out a little blurry. But some of the beauty still translates.

We made our way to the market and I bought another Pashmina. I can’t help it! They’re soft, pretty, and moderately cheap. Hopefully I can hold off on buying more stuff for a few days. About the time we were packing up to come back for dinner, it started to pour. We got to make the twenty minute walk back to the villa in a downpour. I was soaked, to put it lightly.

Tomorrow we’re onsite in Florence for some HUmanities classes about the churches. We will also be going to the Academia where the David is housed along with many other statues. I am looking forward to it. Classes are going well, but everyone knows that isn’t why we’re here.

To Justin: Happy Birthday (in a few days…) little Brother!! Hope it’s great!
Mom: I’m going to have to bring home some recipes. Hope you can make time for some cooking this summer!
Dad: You’re going to love it here. Just so you know.
Sam: Still miss you a lot. Study hard and have lots of fun on campus.<3

Calea is in Israel, so keep her and the whole Greece trip in your prayers as they travel.

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January 31, 2009 at 10:44 am (Real Life)

Well, I made it here. I’ve now seen Scandicci and Florence. Plus I have an awesome room (though small. We don’t really have a place for our bags and stuff…). It has a door that leads out to the terrace from which you can see Scandicci. It’s lovely. The weather has been nice. We’ve done a lot of walking and looking around. Nothing too exciting right now. The food is incredible!! Really, that’s something that is going to be nearly impossible to give up!

We started classes today, and that was interesting. I don’t think they’re going to be too bad, but there is definitely work. I have gotten a cursory glance at a lot of the sights in Florence, but I can’t wait to really see everything. I’m not going to give a day by day list, but things are going well. AS we start doing more, I’ll put in more information. As for now, I’m just excited about getting gelato tonight. Now a few pictures. 🙂

Mom and Dad, I’m doing great.
Sam, I miss you. Hope you’re having fun in Searcy!! ❤
Keep all the other trips in your prayer. Calea leaves for Egypt and Israel on Tuesday. I think.

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So Long 2008 (And Thanks for All the Fish!)

January 1, 2009 at 11:50 pm (Random Thoughts, Real Life, Relationships, Spiritual) (, , , , , , , , )

2008 has finally gone the way of every year and passed into memory. It was a long year. Okay, so it was only a day longer than three fourths of the others, but I’ve come a really long way. I mean, January 1, 2008 seems like a lifetime ago. I can barely remember it.

What was I doing last New Years? No idea. Maybe shopping. I know that I spent midnight at church, wondering why my phone had not rung with a New Year’s message and somewhat unconcerned with the sudden disappearance of every youth group couple. It was a great night with my friends. What it should have been.

So, what did 2008 hold for me? There was the end of one relationship, which led to a lot of growth on my part. I learned to lean on my friends, to find strength in God. I learned to rely on myself. There was a lot of sorting through issues that had not been completely resolved from the previous summer. I grew up a lot and finally discovered who I was. Now, I’m pretty happy with who that is. It took some breakdowns, some nights where I just shook my head and wondered who I had become. I had been trying really hard to succeed in life all on my own, and that wasn’t working. So, God tore me down to the foundation and I’ve been working to rebuild since then. This time, the right person has the blueprints. As long as I can keep myself from grabbing them out of His hands, I think I’ll be content with who I am.

I started a new relationship. It’s been one of the greatest blessings in my life to date. He accepts who I am and doesn’t ask me to be anyone else. He encourages me, inspires me, and makes me one of the happiest people alive. I couldn’t ask for anyone better. And I thank God for showing me someone so incredible,

I passed another semester of college and received my first B in five years. The perfectionist in me was upset for a time, but I’m really grateful for that B. Now, I’m not afraid of not being perfect. I want to do my best, but now I’m okay with the idea that my best may not always be perfect. In fact, it’s pretty arrogant to have thought it should be.

I had a great job working with two incredible children. I learned a lot about how families with small kids work, how a family is built. I learned a lot. They were a great example to me, since I’ve really never been old enough to notice the way a young family acts. It was a lot of fun.

I went to El Salvador again and learned that God is amazing, powerful, and always at work. I saw people brought together. I saw forgiveness. I felt my heartbreak, and felt a lot of hugs putting it back together. I saw examples of servants and I saw some things very opposite. I made a lot friends. I lost a few. That’s life. It sucks, but that’s life.

I got to go to Baltimore a couple of times. ☺ Definitely a fun experience.

I saw a new president elected. I got to watch all the conflicts and debates on campus, watch as people took their stands and began to care. I did see history, as the first black president was elected. And I pray that God blesses his term and our country.

I returned to Harding and had another incredible semester. I got good grades, even if there was another B. I learned some really great study habits. Spending 3-5 days of the week in the Library does that. My spiritual habits got a lot better as well. And I can thank the boy I’ve spent an amazing 9 ½ months with for both of those things. He encouraged me to study and to make sure that God was always number one in my life. It was a blessing of a semester. I got to live through my first Pledge week from the other side and it was great. I made a lot of friends and strengthened many relationships. Again, I lost some, but time and distance does that.

So. That was 2008. What do I want to see in 2009?

I want to see my anniversary and my year and a half with Sam. (Also the year and 9 ½ months, but that’s just not as concise).

I want to have an incredible trip to Italy and enjoy myself completely.

I want to continue growing closer to God by improving my prayer life and learning how to study His word better.

I want a good paying job for the summer.

I want to continue to strengthen my friendships and to always be a friend.

I want another two good semesters of college where I learn a lot.

So, we’ll see where life goes. I have a feeling that it’s going to be a ride. And I can’t wait.

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An Update

December 13, 2008 at 5:23 pm (Random Thoughts, Real Life, Relationships) (, , , , )

It’s been forever, but it’s been pretty crazy busy. I made it through club week in one piece. I even kind of enjoyed it in the end. There were some rough spots, a whole lot of frustration, and a little bit of anger, but I made it. And it was worth it.

Thanksgiving break was wonderful with Sam in Nashville. It was incredibly relaxing and fun. My family was surprsingly tame, which shocked me to no end. I got to have a little Christmas spirit, getting the house ready. I love Christmas. Yay for Christmas songs!! It was a really great vacation.

Now, the real news. I wantd to talk about my recent “fieldtrip” to Memphis with my Human Situation class. For anyoe unfamiliar, this is a class that mainly looks at the arts and their impact on the world. We’ve covered art, music, literature, theater, architecture, dance, film, and even ecology. (Which isn’t exactly an art, but it fit well in the course.) One week, we had publisher Holly Root in class and discussed issues of gender, sexuality, and religion in society today. Since Hopper is one of the most open-minded professors on campus, it was a really fun class.

So, this past Tuesday we went to Memphis. It was a lot of fun, even though I only had four hours of sleep and had to be on the bus at eight in the morning. In the rain. So, maybe that wasn’t fun. Well, it was a short(ish) ride to Memphis, and the rain had slackened off by the time we arrived. So, Dr. Hopper turned us loose in the city to look and analyze some of the surrounding architecture. I took some pictures, but they’re on Sam;s camera, so I can’t show any of the fun buildings. There was one very strange sculpture that was a funnel-like shape, seating on the inside. It was intersting. Well, after getting a good few blocks away from the bus, a monsoon sprung up and drenched us. So, it was a very wet day. We met a homeless man sittig in the burned out doorway of a church that we were hiding in. Interestingly, he had worked at the church before it burned down. And now he sleeps there, which seems very literary to me.

After getting soaked, we headed to the Brooks Art Museum. It was fun, though a rather small museum. And very maze-like. I finally found my way to most of the rooms, though not without a good deal of exploring. There were a few interesting galleries. A couple rooms were devoted to medieval and Rennaisance art which was interesting. So much was religious. In fact, almost all of it. And then there was a really strange African Art exhibit. There were some really awesome pieces in there. All very exotic, which is exactly what you’d expect.

From there, we went to lunch and everyone ate entirely too much food. It was just at Piccadilly’s Cafeteria, but I hadn’t eaten much taht day, so it was amazing. Then we were off again to study art.

We went to a music store and went upstairs to a recital hall. Hopper began playing, and it was amazing. He played Chopin, Scarlotti, Mozart, Schubert, and Lizst. it was incredible to listen to. He played this beautiful nocturne that left everyone in silence. Waltzes and minuets and all kinds of beautiful pieces. He was an amazing pianist. It made me wish I could play that well, but I simply do not have taht much time to work. Maybe one day.

Well, from there we went to a movie. We saw The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, which sounds relatively light, but it really very depressing and dark. It’s about a boy whose father is in charge of one of the concentration camp. It shows how it appeared to an eight-year-old, and all the confusion and conflict that it caused. Very poignant. It left all of us touched, silent, and pensive. There was a good deal of talk about it over dinner. I would highly suggest the movie, but do not expect a happy tale.

We wrapped up the day with dinner at Rondezvous, a rib place in a dark alley in Memphis. It’s apparently pretty famous, and definitely should be. Delicious food. Sam had lamb, so I finally got to try that. It didn’t taste too much different. But, it was wonderful food, and we had a lot of fun just hanging out with classmates and passing the time.

It was an incredible trip, and so much fun. I got to spend a day enjoying art and not worrying about school. Now, it’s finals and I should be studying. But, I’m not too worried. I’ll make it. And in a month and a half, I’ll be chilling in a sixteenth century Italian villa. Sweet deal.

Love ya!


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Election ’08

November 4, 2008 at 10:23 pm (Real Life) (, , , , , )

Well, it’s over. With the West Coast closing out a few minutes ago, Obama vaulted over the necessary 270 electoral college votes and took the White House. Yay for a generation to make history.

It’s a strange feeling right now. Last time there was a change in office, I was eleven. Definitely not old enough to care too much as to what was happening. I was opposed to Bush, but that wasn’t for any real political reason. Last election, I still opposed Bush, but really didn’t care all that much either way still. Now though…now I feel like this will have an impact on me. I know it will. I will likely leave college and start a life of my own under this administration. His views on foreign policy could have a profound impact on my next semester. I don’t believe that it will, but there’s always the possibility.

So, I should have gone out to the polls and made sure to voice my opinion, right? Well, I am not at all ashamed to admit that I did not vote. I’m fairly disillusioned with the political process, where the people with the most money get the best commercials, the most support, and the most power. Where everyone understands that campaign promises are really just campaign lies. I couldn’t choose a candidate. On the one hand, I do not think McCain is what this country needs right now. I simply don’t believe he would be good for us. On the other hand, Obama’s lack of experience scares me. But bigger than that, I cannot vote for someone with his stance on abortion. I’ve researched the rumors about the Born Alive Infant Protection Bill, and I cannot find anything to make me feel comfortable with it. I am aware that most of the reports are, by definition, biased, but still…Abortion is something I will never be okay with. It is the height of selfishness, the mark of a people willing to do anything as long as there aren’t any consequences. I will never be okay with it. It is a social, moral, and emotional decision on my part, and it is unwavering. No, I don’t have the answers to all the questions, but I do know that there are prices to be paid for actions. Obviously, there are instances (life of mother v. child, etc.) that require more than this broad idea, but in general, you get the picture.

So, that’s where it is. I couldn’t give my support to a candidate I did not like. Frankly, I do not believe either of them was a good choice. So…why in the world would I vote to put someone in office that I don’t like? It seemed completely illogical to me, so I left it in the hands of people who actually cared. And God’s. I don’t know how I feel about Obama, but I know that it is exactly according to God’s plan for the world. And so I can go into all of this happy, regardless of the president. Because it really doesn’t matter that much to me. It’s all God’s in the end, be it for good or ill.

Here we go, friends. It’s a new day, a new face. But the same Master over it all. Congratulations, President Obama.

God Bless. ❤

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How I Ended Up at a Hotel For My Six Month Anniversary and Other Stories

September 16, 2008 at 10:14 pm (Real Life, Relationships) (, , , , , )

So, we’ll get to the title story later. I’m sure you’re all anxious to know what in the world I, Katherine Mitchell, mean by such a statement, but there is a time and a place. Part of me must maintain a normal flow of time.

So, yes. Sam and I have now officially been dating for six months. Which is a very long time, I think. And most people would agree–there are always the scoffers. Anyways, last Friday was our Six-Month date. And it was quite an adventure, as the title suggests. Before we even left, Sam met me with a bouquet of white daisies and a red rose. Gorgeous flowers from a wonderful boy. After I got those safely in my room, we left for dinner at a nice little Japanese Steakhouse in Little Rock. Much like Kobe’s, for those in Nashville who know what that is, but a little smaller and more cozy. The tables weren’t quite as big, so it was a little more personal. Incredible food, though. Oh my goodness, I have never seen so much food! I ate until I was ready to burst, and still had enough for lunch the next day. That was a lot of fun, and SO much better than caf food. Then again, most prison food is better than the caf….but that’s an entirely different post.

From there we headed to a mall that had a Build-A-Bear. Sam had decided that we should go and make me a bear to keep Poptart company while I’m away studying with Sam. So, we went in and picked out a bear. Sam got to dance around during the Heart Ceremony. I wish I’d had a camera to tape it, because he was spinning and jumping and laughing like a crazy person. Since he is a crazy person, it makes much more sense. We picked out some clothes, and then dubbed the cute bear Strawberry. So, she’s now chilling with Poptart in my room while I sit in the lab and make sure Sam studies for his tests this week.

Well, from there we went to see “Burn After Reading,” the new Brad Pitt and George Clooney movie. I’ve heard it described as hilarious, which I wouldn’t really say. It had some very funny parts, but also some rather macabre scenes. In the end, I was confused as to what kind of movie it was really supposed to be. Plus, the characters weren’t all that likeable, making it a little difficult to grow attached to anyone. But, a decent movie, in the end. Likely to end up some cult classic or something. Or maybe a box office hit. Who knows? The public is weird. Let’s just say that, at the end of the movie, Sam and I were laughing as we asked each other what the heck had we just watched. So, mixed experience.

Well, at this point, we were far from the beaten path of Google maps. We had directions back, but they were from the other side of town. So, we asked someone before we left the theater, and she kindly gave us directions to the Interstate. Or I think it was the Interstate. This is probably why I don’t drive in unfamiliar places. So, we set off. And after driving a good ways away from any of the large developed areas, we decided it would probably be smart to stop and ask directions. But, it was about 11:30 at this point, and apparently most of Little Rock doesn’t stay open that late.

What to do? With crufew creeping up, we decided to stop at the next place we saw. An Embassy Suites. How fortunate. So, I didn’t want to sit in the creepy hotel parking lot at nearly midnight, and decided to walk in with Sam. I can only imagine how it appeared, especially given the extraordinary smile the guard gave us as we strolled in. Two young people, smiling, holding hands, walking up to the reception desk of the hotel at 11:30. Everyone seemed slightly disappointed when we only asked for directions.

We got back on the road (and then realized that we had, in fact, gone to a hotel for our six month anniversary. Something many of my friends found entirely too funny to let die), and made it back safe and sound minutes before curfew. It was an adventure, especially after one or two extra wrong turns that had us wandering the back roads of Arkansas for a little while. But, with company like that, who minds a few extra minutes of driving? Plus, I kinda learned how to read a map. Shocking, I know.

Well, that’s about all the news that’s fit to read. Nothing too wild going on, besides the insane tide of tests slowly drowning all of my friends. My test week was last week, so this one is a bit of a break. And by bit of a break, I mean only two tests. Isn’t the college life great?

Well, until I get a chance to write again…


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A Benediction

September 5, 2008 at 6:28 pm (Random Thoughts, Real Life, Spiritual) (, , , )

May God bless us with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships, so that we may live deep within our hearts.

May God bless us with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that we may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless us with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation and war, so that we may reach out our hands to comfort them and turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless us with enough foolishness to believe that we can make a difference in this world, so that we can do what others claim cannot be done.


So, I recently made a video for HUmanity. It was lots of fun, though it was raining during filming, and I thought it would be  a good way to introduce the Freshmen to what our group was all about. It consisted of me and three others reading the above blessing, spliced together. So, pretty much, the video hopped from person to person each line. We had some great scenery given the topic of the benediction, and one of the guys was kind enough to donate his time taping and editting it.

It was supposed to show during announcements after chapel. No one got to see it.

I figured, at first, that it just hadn’t turned out well. Or that there hadn’t been enough time to get it all together. But that wasn’t it at all, I discovered. The video couldn’t be shown because Calea and I were praying in it.

That annoys me quite a bit. Though I am not one to say women should be preachers, should lead worship, etc, this wasn’t either of those. We weren’t praying, but reading a benediction. And it wasn’t in worship. In fact, a girl read the transcript during the announcements.

I understand Harding has to hold to certain standards. No, I don’t think a woman should lead in chapel. But is it now wrong for me to say God Bless? It’s the same idea, right? Am I not allowed to talk about God? Should I even be allowed to ask a question n my Bible class or speak my opinion? How far does this go?

Now, while I will probably never support women leading worship (it’s a personal thing and it has to do with different roles in the body), I know women did things in the early church. They are called to be silent with the men in regards to prophecy, tongues, etc. The had to cover their heads while praying. Of course, that could be silent prayer. As stated, though, I think leading worship is the man’s job. Sorry guys, but the responsibility’s yours.

My problem is when I feel as if I can’t speak about God at all in a public assembly here. What if I wanted to make an announcement and talked about how God lead me to whatever it was I felt so strongly about? The end of the year, Seniors make speeches. They are very careful to make sure the girls speak after the closing prayer, but would I then not be able to speak about God’s role in my life? That’s a pretty big part.

So, I’m not really sure why I’m writing this. I guess I’m just ranting a bit. I think they take a rule to the point of absurdity. I’m not calling for any massive change, either. I’m not entirely sure where I even stand on the policy. I don’t know where the line should be. But, I have my convictions which are standing sure. It’s just that I sometimes don’t know exactly what I am supposed to do if I want to express myself.

It’s frustrating. It sometimes feels like my religion cannot be of use to anyone else because I am female. I don’t think that was ever the intention. No, I should not be a church leader. But I do have a voice. I do have a story.

I want to show you that you can help. I want to be able to make a difference with my faith.

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A Few Random Thoughts

August 25, 2008 at 9:22 am (Random Thoughts, Real Life, Spiritual) (, , )

I’m sitting in my dorm with a cup of delicious (though mildly burnt) coffee and a huge chocolate muffin. Well, okay, the coffee leaves a little to be desired, but hey. My throat feels like I might have been eating steel wool last night, so any little bit, no matter how burnt. But, regardless, I have an hour until my next class and my blog is in sore need of updating.

I was going to write a back to school blog. But, ninety percent of the people reading this are back to school, so it would be pointless. I don’t want to waste your time writing about what you already know. Instead…well, I’m not really sure what will happen instead.

I’ve had a lot of really random thoughts floating around my head recently. Sorry if I’ve seemed distracted, but I kinda have been. The first few days of class always scare me. I’ve overcome it enough to finally be able to actually sleep the night before, but it still has me jittery all day. Fortunately at college I get two first days of school. Isn’t that considerate?

I read the Screwtape Letters and loved it! It was a nice, easy-reading book, but really pretty insightful. C.S. Lewis was a pretty bright guy, ya know? It had one concept that I thought was absolutely intriguing. A long life is a battle that only the strong survive, from a faith standpoint especially. To die young is to miss out on most of the hardships that wear and grate on the soul. To die young is to save the soul from a thousand attacks and stumbles. There’s no denying this; my life and faith were much simpler before I got out on my own. And I’d rather die young than fall away from the faith. From a purely calculating point of view, the odds simply increase the more times the soul is tried.

But to live a long life in the faith, now that is truly an achievement. To overcome and prevail in the end, despite Satan throwing everything at you.

It was an interesting idea. It got a hook into my thoughts and just kept coming back. I like things that won’t let you be, no matter how hard you try to shake them. Those are the things to reflect on, weigh, evaluate, and judge. I don’t know if I entirely accept the idea, but it is a novel one to think about. And, in the end, it’s all opinion anyways. As far as this is concerned.

Well, time for school. I have to make a sandwich and find all the eleventy hundred books I need. So, until later my friends.

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