The Day the Earth Stood Still

I am happy that Keanu Reeves finally got a role that allowed for his acting skills.

On a more serious note, I didn't post anything yesterday, did I? Drat. I've been trying to be good about that. I have, for the past, I don't know, two years or so, not been much for writing in general. Maybe grad school does that. But I'm trying again, though really, in this particular context, it's odd to write to the Internet (Is anyone out there there there there?), because my general feeling is that the less the Internet knows about me, the better. Eh.

Watched The Day the Earth Stood Still with the parents. Thoroughly annoyed with the whole we-are-destroying-the-earth thing, humans-are-the-enemy. It comes out of this evolutionary background, and what kills me is that people use that stuff to moralize when it is really based on a worldview that sees ultimately reality as fundamentally arbitrary, therefore amoral--therefore, why do you care? Why be all guilt-centered and self-righteous about something that's basically arbitrary in the end? Be consistent with your worldview. Stop hijacking the Judeo-Christian ethic of taking care of the earth; it doesn't fit your evolutionary viewpoint. If there's nothing out there--even if there are aliens out there, but no moral creator--it does not matter. If there is a Creator who is moral, we have to answer to Him, and we had darn well better shape up, but not because of politics or movies or guilty consciences, but because we answer to the Holy One.

For y'all: Ps. 126:5-6 Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy. He who continually goes forth weeping, bearing seed for sowing, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

Also: Ps. 149: 5-9 Let the saints be joyful in glory; let them sing aloud on their beds. Let the praises of God be in their mouths, and a two-edged sword in their hands, to execute vengeance on the nations, and punishment on the peoples; to bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron; to execute on them the written judgment--this honor have all His saints. Praise the LORD!

So basically I don't know quite what that means, but it really jumped out at me a lot. Maybe y'all have some suggestions.

As for me, I'm on a little adventure. For months now this thing has been bothering me, and it came to a head last night at our Lord's Supper service, where God kind of said, either deal with this, or you can't take My supper. So I'm trying to deal with it, and I would appreciate your prayer support, because this is sort of a scary situation for me.

Here's the deal: A year and a half to two years ago, I hit a car in the Union parking lot. I was trying to back out from between two behemoths that were really close to me, and I was concentrating on the one next to me so hard that I didn't see a third behind me. Well, I smacked into its bumper. Naturally, I freaked out, got out, and looked, and I couldn't see any damage to it, and my car looked okay, so, since I didn't know what to do and didn't see anything I could do, I drove away. Well, I saw the car again later, and it looked like the bumper had been pushed up, but I still didn't know how to deal with it, so I didn't. This has been bothering me for ages. I've talked to Mom about it and given it to God and repented, but He's been telling me for a while now that He wants me to make it right. He's even told me who at Union to call. So last night I surrendered to it, and I called Union this morning and talked to the head of Safety and Security, who was very gracious and promised to research it. The scary part now is that I don't know what's going to come out of his research or how it's going to affect me. I'm going to do whatever I have to do to make it right, but I'm definitely in unknown territory. So if you guys want to lift me up for that, I'd appreciate it greatly.

It ain't easy...

I've been spending as much time as possible with C and the kids on account of my impending graduation, which... I hope it's profitable, but I don't really know. There's a lot to be explained, but let it suffice for right now that I need someone to stand in the gap for me.

Further, I've been going walking almost every night, trying to be consistent, yani? And I've felt recently like I just didn't know what to pray. Everything's in a muddle. C's mom got fired on Friday and they have a grand total of eighty dollars now, which isn't good. So I'm praying that God will provide, but it's just frustrating to see these people who give and give, and they so rarely seem to see anything happen with it. I dunno. It seems like other people are going through these genuine crises, and I just don't know what to do, or how exactly to pray.

In actual news, last week on Saturday I had the great privilege of taking part in the Global Night Commute, in which I and about seventy other Union kids spent the night outside on the pavement in support for the "invisible children" of northern Uganda, who trek miles every night to find a safe place to sleep so they will not be kidnapped and impressed into the LRA's army of child soldiers. It was a beautiful thing: that night we had nearly tornadic weather in Jackson, with the trees whipping around in the wind and the rain blasting the roof in sheets (we were fortunate to have a roof). I haven't really heard about anything happening after GNC, but I hope something will come of it. Wrote a letter to GWB and another to Bill Frist, so let's hope they listen to the voice of the people.

Last week, Thursday, I pretended to be a junior and participated in Midnight Mudness. Maybe it wasn't my smartest move, but these are my last weeks of college, so I'm going for the gusto. I hadn't slept the night before, because I was writing my last college paper ever (eeee!), and I ended up staying up till pretty late that next night, not least because it took me a good hour to get the mud off of me. Did you know that your ears can hold a surprising quantity of mud? Because they so can. But it was a good experience. I got to play tug of war, Red Rover, and Chinese freeze tag. You wouldn't think, looking at me, that I'm tough, but I was hardcore that night. I was totally covered in mud, and everyone said I looked rather frighteningly tribal (likely because C and I went around screaming, "WITH YOUR SHIELD OR ON IT!" at top volume), and I had some beautiful, mud-inspired dredlocks. I was glad to be able to hang out with so many of the kids. I'm going to miss them.

Saturday I got to go to this cookout thing at a park I've never been to before (Muse Park--it's gorgeous, and I totally wish I had discovered it earlier in my college career). We ate hamburgers (which Hardcore Walter flipped with a machete--yessss), hot dogs, and all the other good picnic fixin's, including grilled oatmeal cream pies. Who knew? But they get really good and gooey when you roast 'em over charcoal. Then we went walking in the woods, and we played frisbee.

Hopefully tonight the klemata group's hanging out. Our fearless leader hasn't called me yet, but a girl can dream, right?

Anyhow, Amira, if you're out there, I miss you, and I'm praying for you. Be strong. The time is so short.