Real Time Works Better
(This Morning)
As I bolted out of bed I looked at my alarm clock after it had gone off for probably the twentyith time and almost had a mild coranary. My shock was that I had only 5 minutes to take a shower and get to class. I bolted out of bed like a lama accross the tundra plains of wherever they are naturally from. Upon barely getting wet from my shower I proceeded to put my watch on and realize the real time. I did not have 5 minutes but rather 50 minutes to get to school. I thought this was odd and then reflected on the fact that my bedroom window emitted no light, my room mate was still snoring, and my room was lacking the morning fog (from when I wake up and the sun beats in). I think from now on, we will double check the correct time, by "we" I mean, myself.

Yesterday,
Filled with a gigantic wave of worry, I continued to plug away at my sermon. I was completely lost. When I thought I was done, I got my brother, my editer, to review my biblical stance on my sermon and all around tone. He is the best criticue and says it like it is. To my horror his comments were less then uplifting and rather harsh. How could this be? Its almost as if God gave me a divine slap, one of those kinds where you see in the movie, you know; "Pull yourself together man." I started over with new insight and input from others. I finished 4 hours later with roughly the same message but conveyed in a positive and uplifting mannor that quiclky met my brothers approval. For some reason this message was really tough for me to write. Perhaps it is because there is a lot at stake, or maybe even more true, God's teaching me to listen to his words and practice what I preach before it is preached.

God,
Teach me to listen to your voice and may the life I am calling others to live the life that I myself am living. Keep me accountable, filled with integrity, and rooted in passion for your kids, your youth, your warriors. Let peace like a river flood my soul and may your peace encompass my heart as I preach my sermon.