Still Beating
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.
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.
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