Idle and Blessed

I wonder what the world would be like if everyone studied, acted, served, and lived inside their gifting. I'm almost a week into my fourth semester at Belmont, and I've been thinking a lot about passions and gifting this week. Because I'm noticing a profound shift in how I view school, a shift that I think has a lot to do with what I'm studying now. This is my first semester with NO gen. ed. classes - just classes that I chose, classes that have to do with my major and minor. Really, it's my dream semester. Who wouldn't love taking Advanced Greek, Greek Readings, Russia and the Soviet Union Since 1900, Intermediate Russian II, and World Religions?? It turns out, a lot of people. A whole lot of people. Like, basically everyone I talk to looks at me like I'm insane for loving these classes. Maybe I am, but it's so great to get up in the morning and look forward to a day of classes, homework, and conversation about God, Russia, Russian, Greek, the Bible, an...

My two greatest strengths are fear and planning. Ok, yes, I know fear is not a good thing, but I'm super strong at it. So I'm still counting it... Anyway, It follows that I absolutely adore New Years...all the resolutions, plans, and universal fear of those resolutions remaining unkept. Michael asked us at church this weekend to think about three things that have sucked about 2010, and three ways the Lord has blessed us. As much as I love planning for the new year and looking ahead, looking back and reflecting is such a wonderful thing. I like to see growth in my life, the kind of growth that happens over whole years, so slowly it's not perceivable until you look way back on it. One of the most hopeless feelings to me is the feeling that nothing is ever going to change for the better, that I am never going to change for the better, or never going to be in the place I want to be. It's hard to still those thoughts without some kind of life experience indicating the opposi...

The last days of the semester and the prospect of upcoming finals week are kicking my behind. Oh how I want to be home, in my room, under the covers, watching The OC for days on end... 3 classes, 2 exams, 1 paper, 1 project to go. I'll try not to curl up in the fetal position anywhere on campus. This Christmas break better be so amazing, because I'm going to need a lot of amazingness to get the tension out of my shoulders that has been stuck there permanently since August. So David and Larry are going to Karachaevsk in January to facilitate some conflict resolution and leadership training. Do you realize how difficult it is going to be for me to NOT pull a Harriet the Spy mission and get on that plane?? I guess the hiccup would come later, when trying to get past the impenetrable Russian immigration lines without being seen...I'm trying to think like Harriet and find a way around that. Because I really want to see my families. I keep having dreams that I'm with them, bu...

Ok, so it's been about 5 years since I blogged. Of course, this is the result of my insane school and work schedules...which, thankfully, come to an end on Tuesday. Until January. But anyway, since I have at various times bashed Belmont's School of Religion, Facebook, America, and a whole slew of other things on my blog, I'd like to take a moment and un-bash. What follows are ideas I owe to Micah, Kent, Steve, and other wise people. :) First of all, you should know that my Sophomore year has been horrible thus far. I hear it comes with the whole second year territory, but especially as a religion student I find myself facing things with a lot of cynicism. Spending last summer in Russia probably didn't help that, because coming back from a foreign country almost always means some sort of disdain for American life. But really, I do not blame anything or anyone for it; I just think it's a stage I'm going through. I don't think it's just me (is it?). I'm...

Well, I did the unthinkable. I deactivated my facebook account. God has been hinting at me about it for quite a while, but this week the hinting got pretty noticeable. :) Facebook has always frustrated me because it brings out a lack of self control in me. I am just not one of those people who can self-regulate on it. I literally got on there every time I opened my computer. And every time I looked at my phone. And every time I didn't want to do homework. And every time I was bored. I talked to two different people, randomly, about how they deleted their accounts. And I started noticing what I was doing every time I logged in. Looking at pictures of that girl who got pregnant in the 10th grade, and who now lives in Kentucky? Reading blurbs from the mind of that perpetually drunk frat boy who asked me out one time freshman year? Keeping up with events my friends are going to that I'm not? It just seems a little pointless when I look at it that way. There are some really useful p...

I don’t think I want to go if it means going like last year. Because it made me feel like I was more special than I am. I felt like everyone should know me and talk to me and pay attention to me, Russians and Americans. When the Americans got there, I felt somehow more than them. I knew Russian. I knew the Russians. I knew their lives and their fights and their senses of humor. I could translate and help clear up questions we’ve always had. I was simultaneously an American and a Russian. Better. And I never would have said it, or even thought it coherently. Of course. But that’s just the reality of it. And really, before the team came, I didn’t do anything worthwhile. I sensed this when I left and it bothered me, so I let other people tell me otherwise and I felt better. But it’s true. I really didn’t do anything except expect them to love me. Because I love them. But why would they love me? What did I do all summer? What did I do for them? Did they even understand why I was there? Of ...

It's Justice and Missions Week at Belmont. Aka: a week of inspiration, conviction, questioning, cynicism, hope, defiance, intrigue, and passion. About missions. About justice. About the "least of these," about the globe, about our lives and dreams and commitments; how we change the world, how we love people, how we follow Jesus. Many things have stuck out to me so far this week as I've listened in on the various conversations. "Staying is the new going." "Committing to a place is as radical for Americans in 2010 as crossing the globe was in 1960." "If we aren't doing 'justice' at home, we have no business doing it abroad." "What does your heart break for?" "People committed to justice and missions have a defiant hope ." "There's a real danger in short term mission trips." "'Causes' diminish the humanity of the poor." "Being a person who truly cares about individuals suff...