Central Christian College of the Bible.
Controversy. Conflict. Whatever.
Many people have used Facebook to be their voice of concern, doubt, anger, etc.
Many people have written about the professors that are part of this issue, commenting on their favorite professor and what they love[d] about him.
Oh, such influence and impact they have had on "X".
Their lives have been changed!
And yet, probably three out of four times, these people have not even spelled the professors' names correctly.
Typos aside, of course...
It's just funny to me.
October 21, 2010
October 19, 2010
Jose Emanuel
Falsity.
Cowardice.
Two detestable characteristics.
I am at a Bible college.
Where are the people whose upstanding qualities include truthfulness and courage?
Does anyone know the definition of integrity?
... I am quick to say, "No."
Is that necessarily true? Again... "No."
But that is the first "answer" to come to mind.
What a shame.
I wish I had stayed in Utah.
Cowardice.
Two detestable characteristics.
I am at a Bible college.
Where are the people whose upstanding qualities include truthfulness and courage?
Does anyone know the definition of integrity?
... I am quick to say, "No."
Is that necessarily true? Again... "No."
But that is the first "answer" to come to mind.
What a shame.
I wish I had stayed in Utah.
October 18, 2010
Locus
Oh, what I would give to be back on the University of Utah campus in Salt Lake City.
... So that I may sit in one of MY secret places.
Five minutes... that's all I desire.
Five... five minutes... that's all I need.
I had about a dozen places of "refuge" around the U. Some indoor, some outdoor. None were better than another. They all provided me with quiet and peace, and offered an opportunity to rest in a true stillness, drawing near to God.
I have no place like that here.
And I hate it.
... So that I may sit in one of MY secret places.
Five minutes... that's all I desire.
Five... five minutes... that's all I need.
I had about a dozen places of "refuge" around the U. Some indoor, some outdoor. None were better than another. They all provided me with quiet and peace, and offered an opportunity to rest in a true stillness, drawing near to God.
I have no place like that here.
And I hate it.
October 16, 2010
Fade
I love fall.
I do not like the fact that it is a transition phase from summer to winter.
But what can I do?
Until I leave to a place where it is summer- or fall-like for most of the year... nothing.
I can do nothing.
That is, I can do nothing... I suppose... but embrace each day that God gives me with a thankful heart and open mind. And learn from my surroundings. And learn from the people that have seemingly haphazardly been placed in my life - whether I like it or not.
... Whether I like them or not.
Who am I to say whether my circumstances are "right or wrong"?
I do not like the fact that it is a transition phase from summer to winter.
But what can I do?
Until I leave to a place where it is summer- or fall-like for most of the year... nothing.
I can do nothing.
That is, I can do nothing... I suppose... but embrace each day that God gives me with a thankful heart and open mind. And learn from my surroundings. And learn from the people that have seemingly haphazardly been placed in my life - whether I like it or not.
... Whether I like them or not.
Who am I to say whether my circumstances are "right or wrong"?
October 14, 2010
My hand is up.
"All the single ladies..."
Oh, how truly ironic it is that I have this song stuck in my head.
So great.
Oh, how truly ironic it is that I have this song stuck in my head.
So great.
October 7, 2010
I gots mad skillz, yo.
Wow. Really?
[This correlates with my "Harvest of Hope" post in my other blog.]
Today some of what I said in response to "What is a harvest of hope?" was used by the chapel speaker. Cool. Except it was written in such a way that made me sound like an idiot, in my mind. Thankfully, my name was not used in any way, and technically there are only three people [including myself] who would know I was the one to say it. Maybe four, if the recorder told the chapel speaker who said what.
I know that it was hastily written... and thus more like a paraphrase of my response, really. But man oh man... I most certainly answered more eloquently than that which was written down may lead one to believe. I suppose the good thing that came from this is that it made me all the more thankful for the gifts of [formal] oral communication and especially writing, which my Lord God so graciously bestowed upon me.
Oh, how I despise the pride within me.
[This correlates with my "Harvest of Hope" post in my other blog.]
Today some of what I said in response to "What is a harvest of hope?" was used by the chapel speaker. Cool. Except it was written in such a way that made me sound like an idiot, in my mind. Thankfully, my name was not used in any way, and technically there are only three people [including myself] who would know I was the one to say it. Maybe four, if the recorder told the chapel speaker who said what.
I know that it was hastily written... and thus more like a paraphrase of my response, really. But man oh man... I most certainly answered more eloquently than that which was written down may lead one to believe. I suppose the good thing that came from this is that it made me all the more thankful for the gifts of [formal] oral communication and especially writing, which my Lord God so graciously bestowed upon me.
Oh, how I despise the pride within me.
October 6, 2010
COFFEEEEEE.
Well. Over the last hour and eighteen minutes, I have come to realize that it is kind of pointless to have a volunteer at the Harvest House in the morning from 6-8 if nobody knows that person can actually make coffee... and isn't just sitting behind the counter with all the lights on doing homework or something.
Awesome.
Until this is better advertised, I refuse to get up at 5:15 ever again.
Awesome.
Until this is better advertised, I refuse to get up at 5:15 ever again.
October 5, 2010
Scream
I am annoyed.
Irritated.
Frustrated.
I am sad.
Upset.
Disappointed.
And I am MAD.
For the first time since... I don't know when.
I mean, I can honestly say that I do not know the last time that I felt truly mad at or about someone/something. I think that people overuse that word because they do not know how to truly convey what they are feeling. It is easy to say you are mad, even when you are not... especially because it more often than not puts distance between yourself and others, which is usually a good thing when you are mad. At least that's what I desire when I experience such intense feelings.
Anyway.
Watch out, world.
I have no idea how long this will last or what will happen.
I think I will just let it run its course. I have no desire to try and make it just go away. I don't want to fully control it. I want to experience it. It's part of being human and I want to learn from these types of things.
Irritated.
Frustrated.
I am sad.
Upset.
Disappointed.
And I am MAD.
For the first time since... I don't know when.
I mean, I can honestly say that I do not know the last time that I felt truly mad at or about someone/something. I think that people overuse that word because they do not know how to truly convey what they are feeling. It is easy to say you are mad, even when you are not... especially because it more often than not puts distance between yourself and others, which is usually a good thing when you are mad. At least that's what I desire when I experience such intense feelings.
Anyway.
Watch out, world.
I have no idea how long this will last or what will happen.
I think I will just let it run its course. I have no desire to try and make it just go away. I don't want to fully control it. I want to experience it. It's part of being human and I want to learn from these types of things.
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