I'm constantly amazed, challenged, and humbled by the people with whom I associate. This morning I was talking with a woman who gives away half of her entire income and who still feels guilty because she is not giving sacrificially.

Sometimes I'm reminded that my faith has a million miles to go.

It has become painfully obvious to me that my blogging has waned considerably in the previous months. This has induced a struggle in me between the feelings of obligation to keep something going that has, off and on, been cruising for close to six years now, and the "meh" part of me that says "whatever - it is what it is."

So, basically, in the effort to "fill the air," I write a post complaining about how I don't write posts anymore. I'm sure my inspiration will flair again at some point and this little outlet may yet again come alive with wonderment.

It could be that I feel like much of the mental processing and introspection I have typically poured out here has recently been used up on other people. I make jokes with my students about how I don't have to work as a campus minister, but the truth is that in this line of work, you end up handling other people's "heaviness" so much that there are times when you simply don't have the energy to romp around in your mental playground. So you come home at 11:00 at night after a day of trudging through the muck of people's lives and you just want to watch some mindless YouTube videos. Thus the blog has somewhat waned as well.

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On a lighter note, I spent last week working like a dog in New Orleans and it was a higher experience that I could have even imagined. We hauled eight Cats for Christ down to the Big Easy and let's just say that God came along for the ride as well. Everything seemed to be colored by the goodness of God - from the travel, to the actual projects, to the late nights in the French Quarter, to the 2am conversations about scripture, to the relationships developed with our sister campus ministry at Texas A&M, to the vitality of the extremely diverse Christians in New Orleans -- everything seemed to be guided by an overall presence of God that I really believe deeply affected some hearts that needed it. This project was much much more than a week of manual labor during the day. It was truly an exercise in be controlled by God. All of these students have come back different in some extraordinary ways.

THIS is why I do what I do.

I know I've mentioned this before (either here or over at the media blog), but two of my high school friends put out a weekly comic strip called Boodachitaville. I find it amusing, mainly because the strip is about both of them, and is often self-referential to their comic strip creation process. I cannot speak to how it would be received by those who do not know Bob or Eric, but it is well-done nonetheless.

I would like to mention that they have now put out a real live Boodachitaville book, available on Amazon. I am patiently awaiting the arrival of mine - a first edition even signed by the authors. This may be my best investment option these days.

In any case, if you are looking for something else to fill your vast amounts of time, peruse Boodachitaville and its archives and feast upon the writing/artistic combo that is Bob and Eric.