Today I’m sitting in the library basking in the change of scenery from my office. I’ve got a great view onto the main quad of this beautiful campus. With classes starting Monday, I feel the excitement, the anticipation, the pregnant stillness of a college campus just before the start of the semester.
I’ve felt that atmosphere before (The Night Cometh). What a difference just four years can make! From the mundane (texting Google to get a Scripture? Now I’ve got the whole Bible on my smartphone) to the world-changing (when I wrote that post, I hadn’t even heard of the man who would be my husband). Just a few weeks later, I wrote “I’m trying to figure out how to get to my goal of helping large numbers of people in third-world countries with simple technologies.” And now, that’s what I’m doing. Here. In this library. Thank you, Lord, for fulfilled dreams.
There is no statue of Jesus on this campus to sit in front of, yet still He’s here, working. Working “the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.” He’s worked amazing changes – big and small – in my life these last four years. What will He do this year?
… in which I learned that the Highland coffee recipe includes one bottle of Coke.
… in which I ran for LHS student council after graduating from Baylor, with a platform that included a CG video, an island, and a porcupine
… in which I disabled an invading robot by removing the sticker from his left hand
… in which I won a free trip to Disney World, but had to attend the organizer’s family reunion afterward
… in which I got a purple “mercy” myrrh lantern, lost a pearl earring, got married, and planned to stay in 2 castle hotels for a week
… in which my CG had a sleepover where everyone wore Winnie the Pooh themed pajamas, and I took a picture
… in which Greg carried me to the golf course – which turned out to have a miniature zoo -, a macaque monkey bit me, and they had to call the witch doctor – who was performing clinical trials
… in which Greg was my partner in a dance routine for the Navy.
… in which my dad pulled some strings to get me in Boy Scouts for a week, and I failed the knot-identification portion of the OA ordeal.
In my dream last night, things had apparently gotten pretty bad. Worldwide depression, some famines, bad weather, etc. The Church (there’s only one) decided that since things were so bad, the world needed to celebrate, so they moved Easter up by two weeks.
In the dream, it wasn’t to remember the glorious Joy that is the resurrection of Christ on Easter morning (praise the Lord!); it was rather a decision to say, “Hey! Let’s all put out happy decorations and light candles and sing songs and eat candy and everything will all be alright again.”
I voiced my disagreement with whoever I was having coffee in the dream. Lent is a time of fasting, prayer, and devotion to remember the forty days Jesus spent in the wilderness and His ultimate sacrifice. Cutting Lent short in the midst of hard times seemed counterintuitive; this dream Church was cutting away the time intended for us to better understand our suffering through Christ’s suffering and a time intended for more intense fasting and prayer, all for a surface level happiness.
And I woke up from this strange dream about the philosophy of the Church calendar and decided to write a blog entry.
So, embrace the lessons of Lent.
My Bible does not have a bike horn embedded in the front cover, surprisingly enough.