The man who helped bring me to a relationship with Christ died today, and we’ll be going down for the funeral on Wednesday. Despite knowing it was coming, I think I’m still in a bit of shock.
Archive for January, 2010
We should practice humility in our ignorance »
We should be humble in both our knowledge and our ignorance, but especially with the latter we will expose ourselves to be even greater fools if we make pretense.
Returning to the Library »
After a week pitching in at the Help Desk (faculty/staff call center), I’m back to the Labs (student support) and my managerial tasks. Ambivalence abounds about my job.
Jiving with the book Ecclesiastes »
Most of what we do in this life isn’t all that important. In the thousands of years of human existence, and the hopefully thousands more to come, our actions are lost in a sea of the mundane. In the millions of years our earth has existed and the hopefully tens of millions more, what I do today has little significance.
I don’t find this thought depressing or discouraging. Instead, it helps me prioritize things differently. The way I see it, there are three types of people in this world in regards to having life goals: those who give themselves a mission, those whose actions just happen to serve a mission, and those who have no mission . . .
Christians Are Not Obligated to Poverty »
Christians Are Not Obligated to Poverty
The scriptures are clear that while we have a duty to the poor, we do not have a duty to be poor.
Bordering on the Sicklands »
With the demands of my job and my body threatening a full revolt, I’ve been reading instead of writing and napping instead of doing anything worthwhile.
Winter in Missouri »
Tromping through the snow into work this morning, I wondered what people not from the Ozarks thought about this weather, particularly our students from further away.
Upgrading to Confluence 3.1 was rougher than I expected »
After a long, hard day of upgrading our wiki server, I’m completely wiped out and feeling a bit sick.
The Pressures of Antiquing »
After visiting an antique shop, the guilt of not buying anything continues to linger, fester, and all-around ruin my days.
