July.....9th?! What the news?!
What the....it's already over a week into July? How did that happen? Man... Well, I'm sitting here thinking about what I've done with a week of my life--it's really nice: we live right next to a budhist mission/temple and they are having some sort of recital so we can here the kempo drums and singing and things like that. Even though it's close to 11:00 at night it's still pretty cool hearing all the goings on.
What else have I done? Well, there a dude living with us right now, so that distracts me a bit. Our friend is gearing up for a move to Australia, so when he was here in Kona and his housing ran out he asked if he could stay with us. Sure, no prob... (Honestly we love the fact that we live in a two-bedroom place that we can open up to people to help. It is such a blessing.) The problem is that he needed room for one week, which is good, because I told him that we had a guy living here this spring who had an open-ended lodging with us, which got to be hard--it's just hard to have company all the time, you know? So this guy here said one week is all he needed, he's leaving, etc. all well and good for us, except that was at the begining of June, and we still don't know when the plane leaves for Australia. So that's kinda hard...
I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life. I've been in YWAM for six years, and that doesn't have so great of a retirement plan...just kidding. I'm not even 25 yet, I still think I'm gonna live forever, right? You want to know the honest truth about my work right now? I get so bloody tired of working for and around Christian missionaries all the time. (I get the Jerkface Award, I know) Before you grab a cyber-stone and hurl it through the phone line hear me out... I have a problem with this community living here because it wears on me the facades that grow commonplace on Christians. I hate walking around and people greet you with a "How are ya?" That's the worst. It's so inpersonal and lame. So people ask me that and I've made it a rule to say exactly how I'm doing when they ask me. That means I'll reply: "Fairly ticked off," or "Fair to middlin'" or my favorite, "Hot and sweaty." I think a Christian campus should be the most translucent, honest place to walk around.
Anyway, let's get off this soapbox, shall we, Mr. Fatass? The point: I was watching Extreme Home Makeover this week and I realized why I love that show: It's because that's what I love to do! That's why I loved working in Mexico, because I was building stuff, but I wasn't just building stuff to build stuff. I was building homes for families with nothing. So it was purposeful and meaningful, thankful. That's what I want to do. That's all. I don't need a big house or some sweet business card title. To just have the oportunity to meet people where they are and help them from there.
Anyway, that's the update for the last week: Drums, Steve, soapbox, EMHE (Extreme Makeover, Home Edition)
Peace out.
What else have I done? Well, there a dude living with us right now, so that distracts me a bit. Our friend is gearing up for a move to Australia, so when he was here in Kona and his housing ran out he asked if he could stay with us. Sure, no prob... (Honestly we love the fact that we live in a two-bedroom place that we can open up to people to help. It is such a blessing.) The problem is that he needed room for one week, which is good, because I told him that we had a guy living here this spring who had an open-ended lodging with us, which got to be hard--it's just hard to have company all the time, you know? So this guy here said one week is all he needed, he's leaving, etc. all well and good for us, except that was at the begining of June, and we still don't know when the plane leaves for Australia. So that's kinda hard...
I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life. I've been in YWAM for six years, and that doesn't have so great of a retirement plan...just kidding. I'm not even 25 yet, I still think I'm gonna live forever, right? You want to know the honest truth about my work right now? I get so bloody tired of working for and around Christian missionaries all the time. (I get the Jerkface Award, I know) Before you grab a cyber-stone and hurl it through the phone line hear me out... I have a problem with this community living here because it wears on me the facades that grow commonplace on Christians. I hate walking around and people greet you with a "How are ya?" That's the worst. It's so inpersonal and lame. So people ask me that and I've made it a rule to say exactly how I'm doing when they ask me. That means I'll reply: "Fairly ticked off," or "Fair to middlin'" or my favorite, "Hot and sweaty." I think a Christian campus should be the most translucent, honest place to walk around.
Anyway, let's get off this soapbox, shall we, Mr. Fatass? The point: I was watching Extreme Home Makeover this week and I realized why I love that show: It's because that's what I love to do! That's why I loved working in Mexico, because I was building stuff, but I wasn't just building stuff to build stuff. I was building homes for families with nothing. So it was purposeful and meaningful, thankful. That's what I want to do. That's all. I don't need a big house or some sweet business card title. To just have the oportunity to meet people where they are and help them from there.
Anyway, that's the update for the last week: Drums, Steve, soapbox, EMHE (Extreme Makeover, Home Edition)
Peace out.
posted by Uncle Fatso at 10:24 PM
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