One of the big things that I think that God has been trying to show me lately is the importance of patience. Writing things down will hopefully force me to clearly define what I’ve learned and then help me to grow. I’d say that for me it’s very easy to get caught up in thinking that other people seem to be discovering and growing in ways that I wish I could, and then I end up sitting her questioning why I’m not seeing the same kind of changes or growth. But I think that sometimes the hardest part of growing is learning how to wait. I’m not saying that I should be content with myself, or excuse the faults and problems that I certainly have. But maybe sometimes we get so caught up in doing GOOD things that we forget where our focus should be. I applied for three different on campus positions for this semester and next…and got rejected by all three. My first thought was shock. I looked at the list of people who got the positions and KNEW I was better than some if not all of them. I was smarter, harder-working, better-looking (who am I kidding?), more engaged, more aware, even cooler. But maybe that’s why I didn’t get them. I’m reminded of the passages in Job 40ish after Job has spent pages crying to God about why so many terrible things had happened to him. God’s response? Where were you when I made the universe? The dinosaurs? Designed humans? Who am I to say that I deserve anything? Maybe I was a better choice than some people, but maybe that’s my problem. I think I’m so much better than everyone, but how can I ever compare myself to God? So yea, if it were up to me I would have and SHOULD have been accepted for all three positions. But God knew what was going on, and if it were going to be beneficial for me to have those positions I’m sure I would have gotten them. My message for the day:

Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD. Psalm 27:14

And don’t be self-righteous either…

I'm a nerd, and to top that off I also happen to be a sports nerd. So today as I read a Rick Reilly article about chess boxing here (http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/news/story?id=5083962), I had to wonder one thing: WHY is boxing considered a sport?

I understand the idea of wanting to bash someone's head in and I can see that the rest of America shares my fascination, but is boxing really more strength training than it is the ability to take a punch? Lots of things can be sports (frisbee golf, alligator wrestling, even dolphin-riding) but if a sport measures its ability in who can take a punch to the face the most then it's not a sport. It's masochism.

Wow it's been awhile, and in an effort not to be that guy who only writes in his blog once in a blue moon and always apologizes for not writing more in his post, I won't. Instead I'm going to talk about how much I fake people.

You know who I'm talking about. Those eternally smiling (emptily of course), forever babbling people who get by on nothing but good looks and an effervescent personality. They're stupid. They don't seem to understand how stupid they are, but that doesn't stop them from having an opinion about things. Like the moron at college who says "I wish I could go to college here without actually going to college." Why do people put up with that kind of crap? I do it. You do it (if you're not also a fake person). But no one ever tells them how stupid they are. Like "Hey stupid, you're paying 30k a year to go to school here, I really hope you're interested enough in your education to NOT end up like our resident 8th year senior (he exists). Or maybe "If you don't want to go to school maybe you could flip burgers in the cafeteria for the rest of your life? That would be the best of both of your worlds...."

I realize I'm perhaps mildly vitriolic, but sometimes things need to be said.