
This week, we have a guest blogger, Lester, aka Curt Harlow - National Chi Alpha's West Coast Field Representative.
It's a long post, so click here to go read it. It was just too funny to pass up.
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I've been lying in bed for a long time but I can't sleep. Today still counts as Wednesdy for me. Out of 21 stories in my creative fiction writing class, about 15 of them have been autobiographical--not mine. Tonight's selection was very...interesting. The topics consisted of: machines that were given hearts, mobster street fighting, non mortals who stole eyeballs, a giant erection that was the ghost of slavery past (yes my jaw dropped with every other sentence), a radom story that talked about all sorts of different stuff like not believing in God but how the girl would like to have a girl lover who was Jewish, and finally a story about finding happiness through drugs. Yeah to say that my heart was broken would be putting it lightly. "Finding Happiness" was basically a bio. on the life of a girl who has tried some serious drugs (which went into detailed descriptions on what kind of high and low each drug gives you) in search of finding happiness. But eventually every drug gets old and so the character continues to move on to other drugs. It ended with her finding peace with perscription medicine because it give you a high and it's legal. Go figure. When it was my turn to say something on the story, I wanted to say "the truth is that this character needs Jesus and will continue to search for things to replace that hole but nothing will fill it." But we are not allowed to say stuff like that. So I ended up saying, "I liked the narrator acknowledges that each drug didn't bring happiness forever--it eventually became old, because that's so true. There are so many things that are out there that bring happiness for a little bit but eventually it all goes away anf we are left longing for more. But something different. And many people don't find it because our hearts our researved for something else." Then I shrugged unaware if I knew where I was going with what was supposed to be my crtitic, and unaware if people were following. Then someone else started talking. The story bugged me because I heard the girl who wrote it, giving some other girl tips on how to make her acid trip better, before class. There is def. apathy all over that classroom and every writer has made it known through thier stories. I am challenged. I want to write a story that is about something that matters. Eternity matters. I just don't know how to do it. But it's important that I do. I think I have about 3 weeks to write my next story and I need alot of prayer. This has become very serious to me. Please pray with me and even share if you have some ideas on what topic it could cover as I have no clue. | |||
Ever since I left home, I've been experiencing this weird thing. Strength. I'm okay. And my faith was a bit shaken by everything. This has been challenging, to say the least. But I'm stronger because of it. So far, the past three weeks have been full of good and bad days. Sometimes, I'm homesick, other times I'm not. Sometimes, all I want is for life to be the way it was. Other times, I accept that things will never be the same, and I'm comfortable with that. Sometimes, I love my roommates. But there are times when I would gladly trade them. We all experience ups and downs. But I've learned to keep my emotions from determining my actions, because I rarely understand what God is doing or even like it. It takes work to get on the page He is on. Takes humility and prayer. Difficulty is often a prerequisite when we ask God to change us, to bring us to higher places. We can't be ruled by our emotions. | |