An update. . . and. . . the swine flu

There is a porch on the back side of the SIU student center. At 7:00 in the morning this porch is very quiet. That is where the revolution has been taking place. If you didn't know it was there, you'd have missed it. The fuel of this revolution: a pleasant blend of Seatle's Best coffee. The tangible results of this revolution: a crumpled up NYT crossword and a runny nose.
Dr. Huggenvik begins biology lecture today. I'm excited about this class for the first time this year.
The swine flu is here. I think alot of kids are using it as an excuse to stay home from school. I know I would have when I was 10 years old. Sure, there were 160 kids absent from a local school last week. . . just like there will be 200 absent on the first day of shotgun season in a month or so. Now, we (as a country) are running out of medicine to treat it. Ridiculous. . . we're so wasteful.

Take care,
The Revolution

Retreat

No longer being bucked and billowed by a stormy sea, I feel like a boulder in a sand garden, slowly settling into the proper place. . . the locus of balance, harmony and freedom through disciplined self-enslavement.
I don't know exactly why we are where we are at this time, but I feel certain it has to do with learning a lesson about service and the value of serving no matter the size or aim of the effort. I don't necessarily feel passionate about our church or its primary missions but perhaps that's the point.
Perhaps I'm still immature enough that a better spiritual environment would mislead and distract me.
In the meantime, I DO envy the emerging church people. . . it's a well intentioned movement on the whole and though I'm sure there are weak points, they think alot. That's more than most can say.