This post says absolutely nothing insightful. Rather, I am just pointing out something completely asinine. I made Alisha and myself a PB&J sandwich this afternoon using Wild Oats all natural Peanut Butter. I decided to see what ingredients are in the "all natural" expecting to see that they advertised incorrectly, but to my surprise, the only ingredients were peanuts and salt. The incredibly ridiculous part was underneath the ingredients. It said "*ALLERGY ALERT* : Contains Peanuts."
What person on planet earth, who is allergic to peanuts, goes out an buys PEANUT BUTTER, thinking there won't be peanuts in it. I mean, seriously.
These are sometimes the thoughts in my head.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
An Answer to Prayer
Just this past Friday, I received the long awaited phone call for my acceptance into the Jefferson County Sheriff's Department. It has been a long road since turning in my application in July until now. I greatly thank everyone who has prayed long and hard for this position. I am very excited.
I will be honest, Satan is starting to play with my mind. I have wanted to be in law enforcement for over a decade, and when I worked with Vail PD, I felt alive. But now that I have been granted this awesome opportunity, I feel as though Satan is telling me I will fail. Some doubt just lingers in my soul about my capabilities. So I still ask for more prayer.
The other thing on my heart is Campus Crusade. I mentioned in my last post the role Crusade has placed in my life. When I got back from Thailand, I was approached by several well known regional directors within the Great Plains Region formally asking me to join staff. I respectfully declined as I need to fulfill this desire to work within the law enforcement community. Yet I still have this desire to serve Jesus through Crusade. Maybe I will work as a volunteer or as associate staff, but the parts I love most about Crusade are most easily available for full time staff.
I love the idea of traveling every summer to new and different locations around the world, leading college students on epic adventures, discovering who God designed and bent them to be. Having a full time job makes going on those adventures very hard. Yet at the same time, working in a dangerous environment, serving the general populous is exhilarating as well. I am just torn.
Am I making the right choice with JeffCo? Am I only not looking at Crusade because I don't want to raise support? Many questions lie ahead - some helpful, some deceitful.
I will be honest, Satan is starting to play with my mind. I have wanted to be in law enforcement for over a decade, and when I worked with Vail PD, I felt alive. But now that I have been granted this awesome opportunity, I feel as though Satan is telling me I will fail. Some doubt just lingers in my soul about my capabilities. So I still ask for more prayer.
The other thing on my heart is Campus Crusade. I mentioned in my last post the role Crusade has placed in my life. When I got back from Thailand, I was approached by several well known regional directors within the Great Plains Region formally asking me to join staff. I respectfully declined as I need to fulfill this desire to work within the law enforcement community. Yet I still have this desire to serve Jesus through Crusade. Maybe I will work as a volunteer or as associate staff, but the parts I love most about Crusade are most easily available for full time staff.
I love the idea of traveling every summer to new and different locations around the world, leading college students on epic adventures, discovering who God designed and bent them to be. Having a full time job makes going on those adventures very hard. Yet at the same time, working in a dangerous environment, serving the general populous is exhilarating as well. I am just torn.
Am I making the right choice with JeffCo? Am I only not looking at Crusade because I don't want to raise support? Many questions lie ahead - some helpful, some deceitful.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Revisiting the past
Last night, Alisha and I went to the first night of the Denver Christmas Conference (DCC). DCC was the highlight of every year during my college career, even more so that I went the year after I graduated. Now, living in Denver, there was no reason no to at least attend for one evening.
Crusade has played a huge role in my life. Crusade was the avenue where I came back to God, started discovering this life God has for me, and I've been extremely blessed with the opportunities Crusade has offered me. I have been able to rub shoulders with the big wigs, even so much so that I have them in my cell phone and I can call them at a moments notice. I've been blessed.
However, during my tenure in college, I didn't see eye to eye with the staff on my campus. One in particular towards the end of my stay at UNK. This man was truly critical in my "rediscovering of Jesus" if you will, and we were close. But due to some fall outs I said many things that were painful and deep cutting to this man who wanted nothing but the best for me.
His wife had come down with this mysterious illness while I was in Kearney. For years she was sick with no explanation. Doctor after doctor, in city after city, came up with hundreds of different reasons for her infirmity but nothing cured the mystery disease. I rarely saw her, and could watch in his eyes the toll this disease had taken on him; watching his Love just be miserable day in and day out. She would have "good" days but those were far from what would be considered average days in any healthy person.
Well time has passed. I now live in Colorado and he and his family now live in Missouri. I saw him for the first time in over a year last night at DCC and out of the blue, tells me that his wife has a brain tumor on her pituitary gland. That little monster has been the culprit for years, and no doctor was willing to do a scan in the brain because she lacked the typical symptom: headaches.
Floods of regret swept me. 99% of the fall outs we had during college were my fault. Maybe I wasn't the impetus but I sure made them worse. I was so consumed by my feelings, and looking out for number one, that I never for a moment stepped into his shoes and realized the last thing he needed was some college kid he poured his life into rebel and talk behind his back. His life was undeniably difficult and taxing at home, and I made his job worse. How I wish I could take back the things I have done to him. We have had a reconciliation and gotten on good terms, but we are nowhere near where we were when we first became friends.
May God forgive me, bless him, and heal her.
Crusade has played a huge role in my life. Crusade was the avenue where I came back to God, started discovering this life God has for me, and I've been extremely blessed with the opportunities Crusade has offered me. I have been able to rub shoulders with the big wigs, even so much so that I have them in my cell phone and I can call them at a moments notice. I've been blessed.
However, during my tenure in college, I didn't see eye to eye with the staff on my campus. One in particular towards the end of my stay at UNK. This man was truly critical in my "rediscovering of Jesus" if you will, and we were close. But due to some fall outs I said many things that were painful and deep cutting to this man who wanted nothing but the best for me.
His wife had come down with this mysterious illness while I was in Kearney. For years she was sick with no explanation. Doctor after doctor, in city after city, came up with hundreds of different reasons for her infirmity but nothing cured the mystery disease. I rarely saw her, and could watch in his eyes the toll this disease had taken on him; watching his Love just be miserable day in and day out. She would have "good" days but those were far from what would be considered average days in any healthy person.
Well time has passed. I now live in Colorado and he and his family now live in Missouri. I saw him for the first time in over a year last night at DCC and out of the blue, tells me that his wife has a brain tumor on her pituitary gland. That little monster has been the culprit for years, and no doctor was willing to do a scan in the brain because she lacked the typical symptom: headaches.
Floods of regret swept me. 99% of the fall outs we had during college were my fault. Maybe I wasn't the impetus but I sure made them worse. I was so consumed by my feelings, and looking out for number one, that I never for a moment stepped into his shoes and realized the last thing he needed was some college kid he poured his life into rebel and talk behind his back. His life was undeniably difficult and taxing at home, and I made his job worse. How I wish I could take back the things I have done to him. We have had a reconciliation and gotten on good terms, but we are nowhere near where we were when we first became friends.
May God forgive me, bless him, and heal her.
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