Feels Like Home: 10/01/2005

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Daylight savings time

Why is an entire table of college educated individuals cannot grasp the concept of daylight savings time? Furthermore why would one of them suggest they needed to call their mom despite my best attempts to explain the simplicity of the concept? Well, because my friends are just that cool.

Last night in the marathon shift at intermurals and rec I had 4 visitors. I was only supposed to work 5-8 but picked up the 8 to midnight shift so that Mark will take my Friday night shift during the BASIC conference. So I recruited a whole bunch of girls to join me.

For those of you who don't know my job consists of manning a front desk checking that students who use the basketball gym, pool and racketball courts have id's. I also sign out equipment and make sure it is returned in good condition. I keep track of the number of people in the building counting once an hour. At the end of the night I check every room in the building including the mens locker room and 2 men's bathrooms. The Karate and Dance Studios on the third floor. I make sure all the windows are closed and all the toilets are flushed and all the showers are turned off. I lock up the doors, write up a "report" and call University Police to say that I have closed up the building.
Those jobs take up around 3 percent of my night. The rest of my night is usually spent clicking the channels on the Television and reading for my classes. Last night however I got to sing some Jennifer Knapp and my friends brought over their homework and we just chilled together. Meghan went out for late night dollar menu which was delicious and Florence accompanied me into the scary basement to check the men's locker room. She was eating smarties and looking all adorable. If it was going to be a horror movie waiting to happen that was the time. Cute girls in the basement go around the corner of the mass shower to find..............................Just kidding.

So I was glad for the company and it made me happy to remember all the ways that God has blessed me with friends who will be willing to spend their Saturday night just relaxing and keeping me company. Now I am just sitting here enjoying my extra hour and thinking about the way that God works in little ways and how truly blessed I am.

Until next time I am Katherine and I may not be fittycent but I can be twentyfivecent....Right Florence? Ok time to go get ready for church. I need some toast. Be blessed and remember; Who Loves you baby? I do and He does too.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Happy Birthday Janet !!

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Birthday Blessings to you Alicia

Thursday, October 20, 2005

"The things we think and do not say"

I am sitting here watching the tv edited version of Jerry Macquire. I just got done with a very long Im conversation and am left feeling a little like Jerry. I have this sense about the way things are, the way things should be but instead of being understood I am standing in the lobby yelling with a fish. I am trying to make a point but i am not being heard. "But if anybody else wants to come with me, this moment will be the ground floor of something real and fun and inspiring and true in this business and we will do it together! Who's coming with me besides..."Flipper" here?" and my cry falls to deaf ears. I imagine them saying"We are happy here and you are ruining our freedom. You'll ruin it. I am entitled to the way I live my life."
I must be wrong because the way I govern my life with accountability for my actions is just mad.
Or is it?
It is wrong to want to live in a way where what you say has power to bless others and curse others?Is it wrong to feel that the there should be a unity among us all because of who we are in Christ and that that should ulitimately take precedence over all "our" opinions? I don't want to be right anymore. I want others to see Him in me.
I want to be the girl in the lobby with the fish and the bible saying," WHO'S COMING WITH ME?"

You can be that man or woman to join me or you can continue to choose your opinions to take precidence. You can say your status, your opinon, your joke, your music, your tv show is important or you can say all that really matters is that the Lord be glorified in ALL THINGS.

Here is hoping tonight you empty your desk into a box and step out the door with me to something greater then the false security of who we are alone. It might be hard, we might go broke but what we have will be so much greater.

October Wind

The october wind is rustling outside and I am willing to bet this is the month where most mornings we all want to just linger a little bit longer under the covers. My sister in particular is finding the cold nights and windy days here in our lakeside Oswego a bit rougher. She of course has been in a slightly warmer climate for 10 months in Guatemala.
Tuesday at midnight I waited while the plane unloaded. She, being Mel was the last one down the gate, the only exit in the tiny hancock airport because she had to stop and use the bathroom. I waited there, alone and surrounded by people and excited to see her again as the rest of the plane unloaded. She is my sister and I love her and to be apart from her was strange. Things seem more normal when i have her crituques and her laugh. Oh the Mel laugh. I missed that.
I loaded her things into my car and she remarked how things never change, my car as messy as ever. We listened to music. She decided to drive. I dug out a pepsi for her and we drove back to my house catching up like it had been hours not months since we had been so close. When words are 50 cents a minute they somehow became more valuable and being with her now is priceless, especially as it seems God will take her away again to do his work. There is a value in today.
The last two days a flurry of coordination with her and my car and classes and work and it is all good. It of course makes the rest of the things go on the backburner which is also well and good. I am tired and on the same day she arrived the neurologist called because they had had a cancellation and could fit me in. I of course am an anomaly. The neurologist knows i am having migranes and can treat those but does not know what is causing the numbess. I had 6 vials of blood drawn and results will be in later this week. The first result, the general count, my sed rate is borderline high but could indicate anything. The tests run range from arthritis to lyme. Again I wait and begin yet another medicine. I will return to the neuro in 6 weeks unless there are abnormal test results.
I got my african american lit midterm back today and I recieved a 93. I am glad because I have been working hard in that class and I need to do well because my other english, narative theory is kicking my butt. I got in the seventies on the last essay and the class is full of more abstract thinking. I miss creative writing. I hate research and theory, but whoomp there it is.
What else is new. Ah photography is awesome. I spent like 5 hours developing pictures in the darkroom. I love that class although sometimes i feel like a bad episode of I love lucy with all the things i screw up. The artistic part i think i grasp, the techinical part, not so much.
On a run to the restroom today I ran into a janitor and he had made a sign which told people to return the things that they borrowed from the closet. Apparently this weekend his mop bucket went missing, he found it later in a classroom. I didn't actually run into him but he was in the hall leaning on his broom and staring into the closet. I talked with him for a minute and realized the sign looked like it could have been written by my father. The same scrolly scribally writing. He looked about dads age. I think sometimes those people who work at school in the cafeteria and the janitors and the bus drivers are sort of invisible but they shouldn't be. They play such an important role in the school but are rairely recognized or acknowledged. They are fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers and they work to support their family but unless something is broken, the bus is late, something has spilled we don't see them at all.
Well I had better wrap this post up, as it is getting quite lengthy. Here is hoping your home is blessed with the warmth of the fathers love and peace of knowing who you are because of who He is. Shalom.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Some people think that they are not responsible when they offend other people. The other person is because they have recieved the offense. I think what someone says to you is powerful. You can choose to not be offended but the person is still responsible for their words.
If someone swore at you and then walked off and you chose to not be offended would that still not be a sin for them?Of course it would be. Is it different if they offend you unintentionally? We need to know each other and be gracious with one another. If we think that our words don't matter because the other person always has the choice to be offended or not we are decieved.

God wants us to edify one another and if our speech isn't building up then it is breaking down. The response others have to what you say is important because it is the whole point to conversation> If talking were just about being heard and not listening then that would be ok but talking is about a give and take and we need to know one another and we need to pray for wisdom in our interactions when we don't know.

I guess i am just tired of this idea that if a person has been hurt it is their fault because they allowed themselves to be offended. That negates the other persons responsibility. That is a half truth. We can always choose to not let things bother us but it is not wrong when things do. It is mature to come to someone and be honest about things when they have been hurting us because otherwise we give satan a foothold. Of course if you are the offender it is easier to have the notion that the offended is too sensitive and is wasting their time. If you are always on the offensive you never have to get defensive and you don't really understand what their problem is. If we don't come to one another and just let things go then the offender can just continue without consequence, he will be blissfully unaware that he is hurting others. I don't think that is a way that one should live.

Maybe you don't agree with me...maybe you do..i dunno..i guess i was just tired of sitting on this..i will be home for a few days and without the internet....you can always call...
until then be blessed

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

To Offend

To cause displeasure, anger, resentment, or wounded feelings in.
To be displeasing or disagreeable to: Onions offend my sense of smell.
1. To transgress; violate: offend all laws of humanity.
2. To cause to sin.

^{Galatians 5
13} You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature^[a]; rather, serve one another in love. ¹⁴The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love your neighbor as yourself."^[b]

^{1st Corinthians Chapter 8 vs 9-13 9}Be careful, however, that the exercise of your freedom does not become a stumbling block to the weak. ¹⁰For if anyone with a weak conscience sees you who have this knowledge eating in an idol's temple, won't he be emboldened to eat what has been sacrificed to idols? ¹¹So this weak brother, for whom Christ died, is destroyed by your knowledge. ¹²When you sin against your brothers in this way and wound their weak conscience, you sin against Christ. ¹³Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall.

job 34
² "Hear my words, you wise men;
listen to me, you men of learning.

³ For the ear tests words
as the tongue tastes food.

⁴ Let us discern for ourselves what is right;
let us learn together what is good.

1st John 3
8Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. ¹⁹This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence ²⁰whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.

^{2 Peter 1
5}For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; ⁶and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; ⁷and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. ⁸For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you frombeing ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. ⁹But if anyone does not have them, he is nearsighted and blind, and has forgotten that he has been cleansed from his past sins.

^{Mathew 18
15}"If your brother sins against you,^[b] go and show him his fault, just between the two of you. If he listens to you, you have won your brother over. ¹⁶But if he will not listen, take one or two others along, so that 'every matter may be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.'^[c]

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Hey guys
It has been awhile I know. What is new? Not much. There are classes which are lame. Yesterday we had off in honor of Roshashana-can't spell. The dining hall served Ham dinner. I love this school. We had worship night at basic. It was good. I ate chicken.

Thursday I want to go see the Will Farell movie kicking and screaming. It is only a dollar to see it at school. I think it should be fun. I think even on my limited budget I can handle a buck. Next week is madagascar.

Work has been fun. Some kid who was playing goal the other day during a soccer match got kicked in the head. There was a lot of blood and they put him on a backboard. It was more excitement then I have ever seen. Less then a week before that Al roker stood on the same field to take this picture. I am the top left corner of the E closest to Johnson. He was in the front of the W. When the shot was over he had disappeared. He did not stay for the free cider and cupcakes. I got a free yellow t-shirt. I also discovered if I am bored late on a friday night I can go on the roof, Just kidding. That is where they took the photo from.

What else? Not much. By the way my foot and my face are still numb, whole story.

MEL COMES HOME IN TWO WEEKS!TWO WEEKS! TWO WEEKS!!!

K thats it for now

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