“Jesus is bone weary from the journey. He is hot and thirsty. He decides: ‘yes, even now, just now, I will seek someone to worship the Father—a Samaritan adulteress. I will show My disciples how My Father seeks worship in the midst of real life from the least likely. She is a Samaritan. She is a woman. She is a harlot. Yes, I will even show them a thing or two about how to make true worshipers out of the white harvest of harlots in Samaria’”
-John Piper, Desiring God
Several times a day, a thought descends on me like a trap sprung from an overhead branch. In a moment’s notice, I’m taken, crashing, to the ground. This thought, in this time, owns me. I mean it’s all over me. [Think of the overweight nerdy guy in Jurassic Park when he crashes his Jeep and that spitting dinosaur sprays him in the face with acid spit and then eats him]. I worship it. I give it my total attention, my total awareness, and I see nothing beyond it. My heart races. Soon an overwhelming sense of guilt overshadows me.
It has been quite some time since I’ve posted anything. I’m sure friends, family, and others have been wondering where I’ve been. I cringe at the thought of telling you how busy I am and all the things I’ve been doing and risk sounding arrogant. The truth is, we are all busy right? In all actuality I simply haven’t set aside time to spend writing. But none the less, here I am finally returning with something of an update for you. A less personal life note than the handful of previous posts. This summer I’ve been working diligently to prepare for ministry with Cru. Some people may be wondering what it is I do with Cru. So here is a little snap shot.
It’s wedding season. I wasn’t even aware there was such a thing until I had a job at a wedding hall. Living in the suburbs and now in Bowling Green I had heard of things like duck season, or dear season, but wedding season is a only a recent addition to my brain. My wife & I just kicked it off, attending the wedding of our good friends Nick & Lauren. It appears as though you hit a certain age when suddenly you and all your friends seem to be getting married. Before this past year, I had been to maybe 3 weddings in my whole life. I’ve since been to 4 in the last year alone and there’s another 4 on the docket for these coming months of summer. Being so connected to a college ministry as I am it shouldn’t really surprise me I suppose.
