Oh So Very Bored....

It's Saturday, mandatory "you can't miss work or we'll hurt you" day. And I know that somewhere out there right now church members are stretching out of bed, or reading the paper, all getting ready for visitation. And here I am, so very bored. They will be knocking on doors and telling the gospel to those that need it, and them that just dont want to hear it. I would give anything, even the delicious Kona Coffee I'm sipping right now, to join them.
I'd be picking out my clothes, sipping the coffee of course, I'd go out and maybe walk my new puppy, Bindy, scratch her ears and head out to my car. But no, here I am, no puppy, no decent clothes to be worn, being very bored. It's good of the company to let us play on the computers.

Doctor's Visits

I recently started going to a new Doctor. It had been about two years since I'd last been to one, (my last is still in prison). So I was a little leary about seeing another one. Not saying that every doctor is a snake, but seeing as my Orthodontist also went to jail for a crime of the same variety the same year, I wasn't very trusting.
I go in, we exchange pleasantries, the subject gets to what I'm studying in class. I should know better by now, I really should. Because answering that question instantly transforms the questioner into a theologeon. One who has all the knowledge of Elijah, yet the wisdom of Solomon all rolled up into a self worshiping life of sin. And honestly its not fair for me to transform someone's life in that way. It breaks your heart that so many people would try to define God in their own way, when the truth about our Creator is far more wonderful and takes far longer to learn then anything we can create. Perhaps it's easier to "see God, in your own special way" no guilt if you dont think you should. It's not sin if it makes you feel good. Either way it just goes to show you that the more lost people know, the more they love themselves, therefore the less you can possibly be able to tell them.
I am there for two minutes and before I know it the man pulls out his perscription pad and writes me, no not meds for bronchitus, no not for headaches, but books on psychological disorders. I'm then treated to his father's, the mighty lutheren pastor that gave up, life story. And how his life was full of people wanting to take advantage of him. Then the good doc claimed the same testimony for himself, people with personality disorders trying to talk him into things he is uncomfortable with. Alright maybe the guy was harboring some resentment towards these people that made his daddy cry at night.
But he did the same thing to me today when I went in for a follow up and some blood work. The same books mentioned, heroic tales of how his father overthrew the crazed people that tried to overthrow him. And then they poked me with needles.
If I beleived in pyschological disorders, and didnt have one going in. I'd have one now. Is he saying that I have one? Is that secret file with my name on it showing signs of drug seeking behavior? (doubtful) But what is it that makes him so readily talk about psych disorders with me? I understand the concepts, but I deffinately dont think he's asking for advice.
Honestly it makes me want to climb into a copy of Adams christian counseling manual and take a long look at myself, or my doctor's. Maybe next appointment I'll recomend that book, or better yet, I'll study up on derigibles or yellow throated new england warblers, and suggest he read pointless books on them. Atleast then we'll be on the same pointless page.
Should your doctor make you feel crazy?

Clear, concise and most importantly we don't have to guess what position he's pretending to hold. Honesty, we could use a little bit more of that in this country.

College and Career meeting or whatever you'd like to call it.

When Pastor mentioned it to us we thought it sounded like a great idea. Even though it meant not being a part of DBC anymore we were psyched for the first class. I figured there would be note taking, a little lecture, and then some fellowship.
It turns out that I was wrong. When Tom Cav. and I went into the church we weren't sure what to do. We both noticed some kids misbehaving in the Champion class and weren't sure if we were supposed to go up there and stop them. OF course it didnt matter because Bro. Webb took care of it before we could decide. We didn't feel authorotative anymore, or atleast I didn't. When we sang the songs, it was like we were in the clubs again, It felt just like the first time I sang them. Hallalu even seemed fun again.
Pastor dismissed all of the kids and before we knew it we were chasing Pastor over to the Parsonage. First order of business was getting everyone something to drink. Tom enjoyed the lemonade, I'm not sure what Danielle had, but I sipped the coffee.
As a side note it's a pity Mrs. Hugan doesn't drink the stuff, she makes a wonderful pot of coffee.
The books were dispensed, they consist of seperate sheets of paper in a handbook sized binder. $14 for the package, a steal for the use we're going to get out of them. They are notes for daily devotions. The first few pages are the daily prompts for the devotions. Every page after that lists days of the week, a place to fill in the prompt, a place to answer the prompt(prompts are in question form) and a spot for how you can apply it to your life.
We didnt get a lecture, it was a devotion that Pastor ended with discussion, which judging by are responses, we aren't use to. The prompt was on being a good employee and how to deal with unfavorable conditions at work. At the moment I needed that.
we finished it out with refills on our drinks, tortilla chips and some salsa. (the good stuff Bro. Lenz brings to men's fellowships).
It was a good idea, and I can already see the effects its going to have. It was good fun, good fellowship and good of the Hugans to invite us into their home. Parsonage or not it's still their home, and it made a comfortable place to have the meeting. It gave it a more relaxed sense about it.
I'm still psyched about it.

Psalm 27:1

The bronchitis has finally started to go away, I’m still having minor difficulties breathing but it’s much better then it was. It’s been a long run and I’ll be glad when its all done and over with. Thanks for the prayers and patience.
Classes have finally started again! Truth be told I’ve been waiting all summer for this. The classes are difficult, but well worth it. I’ve tried going away for college, but it’s not the same depth nor do I appreciate it as much as learning how to serve in my own church. I am sure that it’s the Lord’s will for me to get my training where the work gets done. I’m thankful that Pastor takes the time to study for and teach these classes. I know that they are much more of a drain on him then they are for me.
Not that I’m easily drained, especially now that my boss has moved me from full time to part time. He seems to think that the schedule for school and work that we’ve had in place for a year now won’t work anymore. I’ll be looking for a new job, one hopefully with benefits, and pay, lots of pay if possible.
Pray for me in this, with all the many things that are going on right now it will be easy to get discouraged. But I’m reminded of Psalm 139, my favorite out of the book. It’s a praise piece to God. While acknowledging God’s omniscience, omnipresence and omnipotence it gives comfort in that those attributes are used to protect and comfort His children. I don’t know God’s will in this, but this I do know, the Lord has never hung me out to dry, never allowed a problem that I could not see His hand of mercy. It does not matter to me whether the great shepherd has slung a rock at this sheep to get me to behave, or if this obstacle must be hopped over to get to the greener pasture, either way the Lord will have His way. 2 Corinthians 5:9