Another day in the office.

Sigh. It’s another one of those days where I blog from my computer. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. I have trouble falling asleep. I think if I go work out I can fix that (I sleep well when I’m tired), but at the same time working out makes me want to be a slave to the gym and get “built” so that I will feel better about myself…old habits die hard. Like Bruce Willis when he drove a car into a helicopter…except different.

I’ve been doing all sorts of learning about Latin American history and I continually grow more and more frustrated with US foreign policy. To be honest I’m not surprised that people hate us there (unless they’re part of the select few rich people that make money when we use Neoliberal policy). I’m beginning to become far more skeptical than I ever was before. We’re pretty shady as a nation. I’d go into detail, but you should just ask me later. There’s a lot. That Monroe Doctrine sucks. If you’re interested in seeing an example of Latin American poverty you should come to Demaray 261 tomorrow night at 8PM. A group I’m a part of is showing the film called “City of God” about Rio de Janeiro in Brazil…It’s pretty intense. Good film though.

I went to hear the gospel concert last night. It was pretty neat. I spent some sweet time with the Lord and my friend Matt. The only thing is that I got really sweaty. I dunno why. Go figure.

I’ve been thinking about what it means to “become like a child”. (Matthew 18:3 “And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”) I wonder what exactly it is that makes the faith of a child something that the Lord wants us to have. My friend Katie Foreman just came in from student teaching. She said that her first graders and her planted grass seeds. Apparently the children were uber-pumped about planting grass seeds. Katie said, “I wish I could get that excited about tiny things these days.” I thought that this might be one of the reasons their faith gets them into the kingdom. Little kids love the small things. I think it might be because they really haven’t seen that much, however, there is something to be said about screaming in joy because the sun is out or because you found a crab under a rock. To those with childlike faith, maybe everything is a miracle. Maybe you can learn to see Jesus everywhere. That’d be pretty bomb.

I’ve been feeling a lot more positive lately. It’s nice. Some of that comes from the fact that I’m going to be waterfront director at camp Firwood this summer. I tell the lifeguards what to do, drive boats, and hang out in the sun with kids at the lake. It’s gonna be straight up money. I’m telling you. I’m worried in some ways because I don’t have a specific goal. Maybe I’ll just learn to love people and Jesus better. I think that’s what I’ll do. My friend Wayne responded to my question of “What am I going to be there for?” with “You’ll probably find out.” He’s right. I think I will.

It’s time for staff dinner now. I’ve gotta go!