January 19, 2006


I think every once in a while, God has to give us a day in which we have to see our lives as the imperfection it has to be.

I say this because today has been, on the surface, perhaps one of the worst days I've ever had, in terms of event.

I ran around campus this morning, getting signatures and overrides, to let me back into class. following this, i got back into all my classes, and came home, prepared to use my loans to pay for said classes, only to find my loans had disappeared from the school database. After spending an hour getting them re-enstated, I finally got my classes returned to me, for the most part.

After all this, I went to work, only to see that a mentally handicapped man was downstairs, and drunk. In the end, I had to, with two other guys, escort him outside to the street, and call the police to help him out. The last thing he said to me was, "Ok, but I'm lost."

For some reason, I felt like I was not doing my Christian duty by seeing him out. I don't know, at this point, what else I could've done, but the last thing he said to me resonated with me. For some reason, I didn't take it as him meaning physically lost.

Finally, upon leaving work, I visited my old place of work to visit and get my paycheck cashed. As I was leaving, a friend that works there now told me something that completely shocked me. As it turns out, this morning at around 5am, a very good friend of mine died after a long bout with cancer.

This all actually DOES tie back into spirituality.

I think the occasional bad day is sometimes God's way of making us see how amazingly wonderful the others truly are.

also:

It would be very easy for me right now to turn and walk away from God for awhile, but I've come to one general conclusion about this situation. It is not and never has been about me.

How ofen do we put ourselves in the place in our heads where we're the center of everything in the world? If something bad happens and we're part of it, it "happens to us". Does God make events happen like that, so that things only "happen to us"?


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