Saturday, February 27, 2010

Day 195 (Hell)

And now, a very special episode of "Jesus High for the Gay Guy"

I had this dream a couple of years ago. Freaked the hell out of me! I reworked it for the Prophecy-themed poetry night we have coming up. Some of you may not want to read this right before going to bed. It gives we the willies!


Here I record the events of my dream.

I was in a concrete pool, and the pool was filled with people. The water came up to my chest, and the people were standing in it, but they did not move. I was near the edge of the pool, which was gray in color, and very plain. The pool was very large, for the other three sides of the pool were too far away to see.

Above us, the sky was gray and filled with clouds, but shown with bright light. It lit everything in a harsh manner, but was not so bright as to make it difficult to see.

The people in the pool were naked, and covered in a fine layer of wet soot. The water itself was black and I could not see through. The faces of the people were sad and their eyes downcast. In truth, they did not seem to be aware of where they were.

Workers moved among us, the water being no hindrance to them. Their countenance was that of humankind, but they were free of soot and carried with them orange hoses that trailed behind them as far as the eye could see. Clear liquid came forth from the frayed ends of these hoses, and they doused the people in the pool with this liquid.

Among their number was a woman of medium height. She was fair of skin and had short black hair. It was plain to see that she was the overseer of the workers, for she issued orders to them with a loud voice. The area was large, she had to shout to make herself heard.

Some of the workers moved slowly from person to person, taking great care to cover every portion of them with the liquid. Other workers sprayed the liquid over the people in great arcs. The workers pushed the people out of their way to move from place to place, and the people offered no resistance. The people in the pool did not react to the liquid that was being poured over them or to being pushed to the aside. Even when the liquid came into contact with their faces or eyes, they did not give notice.

Neither did the workers show any sign that the work was pleasing or troubling to them. They gave no emotion as they completed their work.

When the workers had completed their task, the overseer called for all of the workers to come out of the pool. After the workers came out of the pool, the overseer lit a match and threw it into the water. The clear liquid caught fire, and the fire began to spread across the surface of the water and the skin of the people in the pool. The fire burned but did not consume, and the people in the pool began to moan in pain.

Then, my vantage point moved towards the sky, and I began to see the true size of the pool. There were thousands upon thousands of people in the pool, its dimensions being at least one mile long and half a mile wide. I could see no other pools in the distance, but knowledge came upon me that this was not the only pool of its kind. The fire spread across the pool, and though I was a great height above the people, the moaning of the people was still able to reach my ears. No person screamed and no person cried out. The fire spread, and the people moaned, and the vision disappeared.

Day 194 (Denny's)


I went to Denny's again today. AGAIN!!!! OMG! I might actually be trying to kill myself with food. Not to mention, I really can't afford all of this eating out. What is wrong with me? I have to admit, the prime rib melt I ate tasted pretty good. Greasy as all get out, but good. The bun was so oily! Sorry, that's all I got, LOL.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Day 193 (Pho)

Today was awesome. I had Exegesis and Theology today, and even though I was dead tired, I had a lot to say in class. I figured out what it was. I really like my classes this term. Call me sick. Call me disgusting. But, I actually like Old Testament Exegesis. It's sick and twisted and wrong, but the Hebrew fascinates me and I get frustrated because my education level is not high enough for me to play with the language as much as I would like.

Theology was cool too. I wish I had more time to do the readings. We talked more about the theologian Barth today, and I loved the dissection of what/how/why people believe things. These two classes were pretty much why I came to seminary.

Then, we went out for dinner to a Vietnamese restaurant today (first time I had Pho since I moved up here.) Then hung out at Holy Grounds, drank wine and watched Fargo with an amazing group of people. We played Yahtzee afterwards where I got to watch the magic that was Heather and Ryan being as catty as two people could possibly be. Lots of laughs, lots of fun, can't wait to do it again tomorrow!

Day 192 (Exegesis Theology)

It's almost 1 am. Just finished Exegesis. Now moving on to Theology.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Day 191 (Apples to Apples)


Survived another Tuesday with Intro to Ministry and Christian Ed in Berkley. It's been raining pretty much all day, and now the wind is blowing, but the rain isn't really that heavy. I should have been more productive today, but when I got back from the GTU, it was already 6:00 and after dinner, I hopped over to Holy Grounds for some Apples to Apples. We had a crazy marathon Apples to Apples game that lasted about 5 hours and we went through EVERY SINGLE GREEN CARD. I won with 58 cards, WOO HOO!!!!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Day 190 (Life Story)


In a strange twist of fate, I ended up basically telling my entire life story tonight. The first part I told to Alyssa, Mike's granddaughter. The last part I told to one of the prospective students that was still on campus.

It all started when I woke up this morning, dead tired from studying the night before. Made it though Exegesis, made it through Theology, got through the Prophets quiz and the rest of Prophets class with my eyes open, but it was a challenge. In the van on the way home, I mentioned to Mike that I could really use a glass of wine, so he invited me over to let me borrow his book for Intro to Ministry, and of course, a much needed glass of wine. His wife, Kathleen, and granddaughter Alyssa arrived shortly after and they invited me to stay for dinner. We had delicious hamburgers with gorgonzola cheese.

Alyssa, 5th grade, had an assignment to complete a 500 word rough draft for a story about an immigrant. I agreed to tell what I knew of my mother's story as an immigrant to help Alyssa with her assignment. If you are going to tell a story about your parents, you naturally end up telling a story about yourself, so everyone there got to hear about a significant portion of my childhood up to about high school.

Afterwards, I went to Holy Grounds to do some homework. Christina walked in eventually with one of the prospective students following her like a baby duckling (this is my favorite nickname for the prospective students), and before you know it, we start swapping call stories. I had avoided the Saturday night dinner for just this reason, but telling my call story to just one person is not the same as telling it to a room full of strangers. Besides, my dad had been home from the hospital for about a day and a half by this point, so my mind was much more at ease. My call story starts when I was in kindergarten. I know this is not typical, but it's true. Although a lot of the time frame overlapped with the story I told Alyssa, I don't think any story points did. So that portion of life-sharing brought us up to the present day.

One story, two different audiences, two different purposes. Adding to "To Do" list: Write The Book of Chuck.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Day 189 (100 words)

I found this on one of my fellow blogger's blogs: Pomomusings

Patheos challenged some bloggers to answer the question "Who/What is God?" in 100 words or less. You can read the article here: Patheos

Here's my take on the challenge:

God is eternity, the creator of all things, holy and set apart, the ultimate contrast to our flawed and sinful lives.

God is our nurturer and friend, who sustains us in our times of need and comforts us in our times of sorrow.

God is the space in between us, drawing us together.

God is our counselor and confidant, the soft whisper in our hearts urging us to become better versions of ourselves.

God is love, distilled down to its purest form, the ultimate sacrifice who gave himself for us that we may be set apart from him no longer.


Try it out! Who or What is God to you? Remember, keep your answer to 100 words or less. have fun!