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10.15.2003  

Ethnics...

So a bunch of us are sitting in the cafeteria yesterday. Jessica says she's "Floridian" since she's from Florida, and someone else says they're "Texan" since they're from Texas. I said that the term "Hawaiian" is an ethnic term, not a geographic one, whereas they're using those terms ("Floridian" and "Texan") as though they're ethnical, not geographical. Jessica says smugly, "they are!" My even smugger response? "No, 'Floridian' and 'Texan' don't refer to ethnic background, they relate to levels of depravity!" Hehe...just thought I'd share that one :)



On a far more serious note, Bethlehem Baptist Church hosted the Jonathan Edwards Conference this past weekend. When I asked Scott about it on Monday, he whispered to me in dorm meeting, "it changed my life." Wow. That's not the kind of statement someone makes about just anything. That's not the kind of statement Scott makes about just anything. So it's understandable that I was floored when he said that.



From my understanding, Scott's perspective helped to make it that much better for him. His home church is Bethlehem Baptist, so he gets teaching from John Piper all the time. He said to me that it hit him just this weekend that he could, at any time, email "Pastor John" about help with a paper...that he's had people of that magnitude surrounding him, ministering to and with him...blessed? Yes.



But that didn't make the conference amazing, nor was that what made Scott's experience at the conference. It was, in a nutshell, simply this: that God is worth it. It gave him a perspective that causes all things to seem either utterly necessary or utterly void of value. Listening to Scott talk about what God showed him renewed my own passion, my conviction, my desire. I'm forced to ask myself, "am I *truly* living?" Is what I'm doing now simply drudgery, or is it fueled by the white-hot passion of God for His glory that He's set out to accomplish in my life? That's a heavy question, but we're living a life that requires a heavy answer. Am I truly living?



I told Scott that what I hate most about being at a bible college, especially one as excellent as Boyce, is that it's so easy to substitute learning for living. Learning about God is great, but unless it flows, unless it's burning and consuming me, what use is such fuel? It simply sits there, cold, dark, unlit, unconsumed by the Holy Spirit, lacking any conviction and power.



When we were walking around after dorm meeting on Monday night, Scott and I got a little lost on the way back to campus. The roads were windy and dark, the night was cold, and he was late for dorm check-in. Yet, we relized something. We were, in a sense, far less lost than we had been in a long while.

posted by Bolo | 1:20 PM
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