the walking wounded.

well, it certainly has been quite some time since i last updated this website.

yes...yes it has.

alot has probably happened since my last post. i could rivet you with all the pre-teen details or just tell you nothing and pick up from here.

guess which one i chose? :)

i will share with you a recent god-sent; accountability.

every monday night, my dorm floor has what has come to be known as 'hall meeting'. this semester we have been going through a book entitled, "disciplines of a godly man". two monday's ago, we discussed the chapter on purity and how we, as young men, need accountability. we all broke up into small groups, my group consisting of: john, sergio, brandon, jeff and myself. that thursday, after our weekly prayer meeting, we met in john and sergio's room and began our accountability session. to 'break the ice' and enstill trust amongst the lot of us, we went around the circle and each person revealed their inner-most secret sins. it was indeed an emotional night and we walked out of that room truly connected forever somehow.

since then we've been meeting every monday and thursday and inbetween those days keeping each other accountable on our bible reading and school work.

speaking of school work...

yeah.

not so much.

well, things really got over on me when i got the flu a couple of weeks ago. i missed alot of class and thus missed some homework assignments. i got to make up a test in pneumatology(the study of the holy spirit) and i'm thinking i did really well on it. i need to ask dr. wallace tomorrow if i can make up any tests that i've missed in his class(bible history II).

i've apparently abandoned all use of the library and tutors and no matter how many times ms. rude(academic advisor) tells me i have to go to the library and turn in a sheet documenting that i have been there; i don't.

it's just like when paul writes, and this is a paraphrase mind you, 'the things i should do, i don't do; and the things i shouldn't do, i do do.'

my flesh is selfish, lazy and null and void of the looming consequences of lack of responsibility in my life.

damn this resilient old man...

as much as i've wounded him, he just won't seem to die.

to quote third eye blind, "it's like walking with the wounded."

and, oh yeah...




i've got strep throat.


"...lilac!"