Recent Events - 9/22/07

Now that I actually have time to blog (Yay weekends!) I'm pondering just what to write. I suppose the most recent of events should suffice.

• This was the week of HHS' '07 Homecoming. There were, of course, various days of special dress and hardly anything was accomplished in regards to classes.
  
• I saw a school performance (Not kids from HHS, some other school.) of The Taming of the Shrew. It was decent and the performance would have been better if the audience wasn't so disturbing. But I don't guess I should expect too much from a school performance.
  
• On Wednesday there was a assembly on "Being a Winner" and a man named Steve Hale spoke. His message was well spoken but personal experience in the areas he spoke about (Drugs, alcohol, and suicide.) is always going to be a better teacher, sadly. He also spoke at Parkway Baptist Church that evening and the turnout was pretty good. The authenticity of the supposed salvations at the end of the message was a little questionable though.
  
• Thursday after school a note was found in the commons threatening the life of a staff member, several students, a bombing, and the suicide of the writer. The response to this threat was rather interesting; people were actually some-what scared, the pep rally was nearly canceled, and lots of people were checked out of school. Oh, and there was a SWAT team, snipers, metal detectors, and a helicopter at the school Friday morning. I rather doubt the writer is going to do anything now. :)
  
• Did I mention I got my braces off Friday morning? 2.5 years of mouth pain out the window. Yay!
  
• Homecoming Game against our "rivals", Desoto Central. DC scored early on and the game and the score was 0-7 for most of the game. Then, finally, HHS evened up the score. Guess what happened then. Overtime, baby. And we scored twice, winning the game. The crowd freaked out. Seriously, some Juniors with painted bodies (And even some people that looked less school-spirited.) jumped onto the field and moshed with the football players. Good times.
  

So there's the news for this week. Rock on, cool kidz.

Annnnnd, Busy!

How some of you people with jobs, wives, kids, and that sort of thing manage to update your blogs so often is beyond me. I'm just a kid in high school and barely have time to get homework done.

That is all.

Football Evangelism

Well, there are two things (maybe three?) that I learned last night. Before getting into those it should be noted that we (HHS) kicked Lewisburg's posterior. Let's hope the same can be said of the homecoming game against DC. :)

Well, first I learned just how good even a high school football game can be for evangelism opportunities are used wisely. See, most people aren't there for the game but for each other, for the good social times. This means people are talking and that conversations can be steered towards the eternal if done properly.

The second thing I learned is that, well, people will even talk with a weirdo like me. Amazing, I know. There we a girl at the game that was sitting behind a building next to the away team bleachers texting on her phone and really just looking a little lonely. Scared as I was to do so, I walked up to her and just began a conversation trying to get to know her. Forgive me for being so stereotypical, but by her attire she did not look like the type that would want to talk with someone like me and I was pleasantly surprised at her openness. I didn't end up getting to eternal topics with her (to my own shame) but I can certainly see how I can make it there with her and with others.

Perhaps one more thing. I recall seeing two boys that didn't have much company other than themselves. One was wearing a black trench coat and had a Halloween mask with a pentagram on it's forehead on the back of his head. The other was also dressed in mostly black and had a skateboard. At the time I was, to my shame, a little intimidated by them. Looking back I see they would have been a great pair to talk with and I hope I get to opportunity to speak with them again and take it.

"For God has not given us a spirit of timidity, but of power and love and discipline." - 2 Timothy 1:7

As I have written, I fall short of that verse all the time. It is my hope that as I grow in Christ, I will embrace His spirit and be timid no more.

Well, guess I'm not that subtle...

Assassins, thieves, ruffians, villains, and essentially anyone that shows a good amount of sneakiness is generally fascinating to me. I envy them for their stealth and attempt to apply a certain amount of it to my own life when I can. That's not to say I prefer to letting anyone know me, I just try not to let everything hang out, if that makes sense. We all want to be a little mysterious.

Well, when faced when someone more intelligent that your average student, I shouldn't have expected any veil of secrecy to really remain if I was going to let her into a story of mine. You see, my Gifted English Teacher (Ms. Martin) had a brief conference today with me about a short story I'm writing for the class and saw all the symbolism in the story from the first reading. I really didn't think I made it all that obvious that the king represented God, Dimitri represented unsaved man and so forth but apparently I was mistaken.

Oh well. This is just a note to remind myself that people aren't idiots, no matter how much they act like it. Essentially, don't underestimate people, no matter how young and ditzy their cover may be.

A Smidge of Uncertainty

Well, I had a blog before but deleted it due to a minor annoyance that could not be changed. I don't much feel like rewriting the introduction of it and if you're reading this you probably know who I am anyway.

Disappointment is a very strange emotion. It feels so correct at times but so wrong at the very same moment. I take no joy from it even though its presence is likely for my own good. The disappointment cannot be in myself or in the other person involved for I know I can't do anything without God and the other party's choice is their own and I am no one to judge. Alas, if only I could be inside her mind for just a day. How clear things would likely appear despite the truth that things are hardly ever what they appear to be.

The best choice of action is to trust God and His plan. I must remember that when disappointment strikes me I am looking at things from the wrong perspective, I am looking from my perspective. His plan must seem so different from His perspective and so perfect, which it is.His ways are above mine and His thoughts are above mine. I just trust His will. I must be satisfied in Him and in Him alone.

To God be the glory.