Why I Skipped on Skipping

I had a lot of opportunities to skip things this morning.

I was exhausted after last night's insomnia, and while I had originally intended to go to church with Anneliese and Potato, I woke up late and was seriously considering just sleeping a few more hours rather than worshiping in the house of God. Despite this mental fatigue, something forced me up out of bed and got me ready to leave. Potato wasn't feeling well, so Anneliese and I departed as soon as I got upstairs. Both of us were struggling to keep our eyes open, and while I don't speak for both of us I really couldn't tell you much about the sermon.

What I can tell you is that the baptisms we witnessed afterward were powerful. Like, eerie powerful. Like me, each of the people who stepped forward to receive baptism had been Christians of one kind or another but had fallen away from the faith. Now, they were returning and professing their faith with a physical sign of the Living Water that flows from the throne of God. It was an incredible experience and made me completely forget my previous exhaustion.

This wore off the moment I arrived at home. I had been invited along with my floor to dine with our floor's namesake, Rev. Bill VanGroningen, or as we like to call him, Pastor Bill. I was not particularly interested in spending my much needed Sabbath at what I expected to be a rather formal lunch, but again, something prodded me to accept the offer. It turned out to be a really relaxed, fun experience. We all discussed college life, our own backgrounds, and stories of hilarity on and off campus. It was refreshing to eat a home-cooked meal for the first time in weeks, and despite our differences in age I felt welcomed and on equal footing with our sponsor. We were not expected to be quiet, over-polite scholastic robots, but were welcomed as friends and honored guests. I can honestly say I got a taste of what true Christian hospitality is supposed to look like.

And now I'm home. The laundry's started, I'm getting ready to begin a massive English assignment, and there's the promise of Liam Neeson punching wolves to look forward to with Potato and Sierra.

There's just so much life to experience here in college. I can't even begin to describe how much bigger my world has become since I arrived here, and I absolutely love it. Maybe that's why I can't sleep. My mind is flying a thousand miles an hour to keep up with the ever-changing landscape of my world. I want to explore everywhere, meet everyone, learn all there is to learn. The Trinity community is just so vibrant and God's presence just so overwhelming.

My song for today is Can't Take It In, by Imogen Heap. If you're wondering where you've heard it, it's from the end of the movie adaptation of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NN2o13iEZPw

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.