What is it about Tuesdays and Sundays and blogging? Don’t know.
I just returned from a good night at 7:22. It’s so funny to go to this Bible study now- I remember being 19 and thinking that 7:22 was the coolest college thing to do. I have such a totally different perspective on it today. I guess all along it spoke more to people in my current age bracket, and “life place” (such a lame phrase)-people out of college, with jobs, living life as a single adult. I guess when you are in college, you think everything is about you, including the focus of 7:22. (No comments please on how I sometimes still act like that- Kathleen!!)
When I was in college, it was about driving over from Athens and singing fun worship songs and listening to Louie Giglio. Tonight it was about hearing Jarrett Stevens message (which you NEED to hear- www.722.org) and thinking about how it applies to my life.
What consumes me?
Good question, Mr. Stevens. Well played. Touche. (and any other movie quote you would like to insert here.)
Tonight was also about con-scanning. You don’t even want, or need, to know what that means. Just trust that it involved myself and Nathan Bedingfield standing on the stage of 7:22 when it was over, searching the crowd with our Chuck Norris-like vision, and then being asked to move by an old man. It was a daunting task. And all that work to no avail.
Kristian Stanfill led worship and he sang this song twice- at the beginning and end. And for some reason I love it. Don’t you fret, friend, I have already purchased it on ITunes.
Cause when we see You, we find strength to face the day.
And in Your presence, all our fears are washed away, washed away.
Hosanna, Hosanna, You are the God who saves us, worthy of all our praises.
Hosanna, Hosanna, come have Your way among us, we welcome You here, Lord Jesus.
Good for where I am, and who I am, today.
On a completely NON-spiritual note, I got my hair done this afternoon. When I get seriously rich and famous, I’m gonna pay the lady who is the assistant to come to my house and wash my hair cause that is so nice. I guess I’m gonna have to get one of those special sinks with the chair and all, but really, I’ll be rich and famous. Purchases like that will be comparable to buying post-it notes now- so cheap but so necessary.
I tell you about my desire for a personal hair washer and sink/chair combo knowing full well it is a pipe dream. So don’t worry.
I type that knowing full well I can’t exactly define “pipe dream” for you. But I think I used it correctly.
