Too bad I have to study for a midterm. Some people from my Renaissance class are coming over later this afternoon to study, so at least I won’t just be studying alone. (And honestly, if they weren’t coming over I probably wouldn’t even study. How sad is that?) This is the only midterm I have this semester, which is weird. I am reminded once again of how grateful I am not to have theory to stress me out. It’s so freeing. I can’t even believe that I’m already at the “midterm” point of this semester; everything is just flying by. I have SO much work to do before the end of the semester. I really don’t do well with deadlines that are months in the future. If things are due in two weeks, then I can be motivated, but if something’s due in April, I just can’t seem to make myself work on it. I suppose that’s typical of most students, I imagine. (Or at least I hope, since that way I won’t feel so bad about my slackerly behavior.)
In other, completely absurd news, the Memphis Pyramid is being turned into a Bass Pro Superstore. Um, what?! Of all the options they could choose from, this is the one they chose–turning it into a wilderness supply store? I just don’t get it. The world is surely coming to an end.
To close, I shall leave you with a little tidbit from My Utmost for His Highest:
“Natural love expects some return, but Paul says–I do not care whether you love me or not, I am willing to destitute myself completely, not merely for your sakes, but that I may get you to God…Paul delighted in spending himself out for God’s interests in other people, and he did not care what it cost. We come in with our economical notions–“Suppose God wants me to go there–what about the salary? What about the climate? Shall I be looked after? A man must consider these things.” All that is an indication that we are serving God with a reserve. Paul focues on Jesus Christ’s idea of a New Testament saint in his life: not one who proclaims the Gospel merely, but one who becomes broken bread and poured out wine in the hands of Jesus Christ for other lives.” (emphasis mine)
Lord, may I be broken and spilled out for You.