Bigger is Better, Especially if it's Free

The last few mornings, I've really enjoyed listening to the birds outside. Man, I'm getting old real fast.

Americans are funny people. I mean, not to say that people from other countries aren't funny - because they definitely are (and maybe I'll share some stories about this in the future) - but Americans are just especially peculiar. We like things the way they are, and if someone tries to fix things, change things, or even suggest that we might be wrong in the way we do something, we throw a fit, call a lawyer, or vote someone out of office. I happen to be one of those funny Americans...

I'm a Terrible Christian

I'm sorry, but there's no way in a million lifetimes that I can follow up yesterday's blog post. Did you miss it? Check it out here. And if you were wondering, I DID surprise Kalyn.

A Quick Note: I'm pretty sure today's post was partially inspired by something I read yesterday from Jamie, the Very Worst Missionary. She's funny, honest, and has a much cooler blog than my own. You can (and should) check it out here. Do it.

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I'm going to jump right in. I've been thinking all morning of a way to sugarcoat this, and it just ain't happening. So here's the scoop: I suck, suck, suck at being a Christian. This becomes more evident to me every day that I live, and especially every day that I attend a Christian college. Here's my (mostly satirical, somewhat serious) reasoning for the conclusion I've drawn:

1. I was not born in a pew, which I hear is major qualification #1 for being a radical Christian. Heck, I don't remember seeing a church until I was 10, and even then, I just went there to play games.
2. I sang a song about David and Goliath around that same age for some choir thing in school. As I sang, I always secretly wished that Goliath had won so that I could be one of his descendants and be at least 10 feet tall.
3. I attend a Christian college now, but until my junior year of high school (I would've been about 17 for anyone counting), I didn't know such a thing existed. And at the ripe, young age of 21, I'm still not really sure what a "Christian college" is. Forgive me, MCC. Forgive me.

Tough stuff, eh? I mean, really, I'll need to probably work the rest of my life to right these wrongs. And that's only the tip of the iceberg. I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of my "real" failures at being a Christian. I suppose, though, that I should give you a little insight into just how unqualified I am. And when I say this, I'm being completely and totally honest. Cross my fingers, hope to die, and all that bizarre stuff we said as children when we really meant something...

Three Birds, One Stone

Disclaimer: I originally wrote this up on Easter, hence the Easter references. Enjoy!

Happy Easter! If ever there were a day to "start over" in life, it's today. After all, that Jesus guy up and walked his dead self out of his grave some 2000 years ago - a pretty big deal if you ask me. 

See that little quip up there? It's actually relevant today. Or it's supposed to be, anyway. We'll see if it is or not by the end of this post.

So today is Easter. I contemplated posting some tangential nonsense what Easter is actually about. However, I have a feeling that you'll be hearing plenty about that in the next 24 hours or so. Let me give you a little hint, though: it has nothing to do with those bright, colorful, delicious little chicks made out of sugar. You know what I'm talkin' about...

So instead of talking about the real meaning of Easter (Peeps, obviously), I'm going to talk about something mostly unrelated. I hope you'll forgive me. To make it up to you, I'd like to introduce you to something that I rather enjoy. This "something" is a list I've been (unofficially) keeping for about a year now. Let me just give you the list and see if you know what it's about...

A Week of Achievement

It's Easter weekend and we decided to protest traveling home, because we're college students and that's what we do when gas is almost $4. Turns out the family just came to us instead. Gotta love 'em!

Whew. That flurry of Spring Break posts has worn me out. Here's a quick recap, in case you missed one of the posts over the last month: 

• 11-of-111-goal: Goal 101
• A Much Belated Spring Break Post (And a Goal Accomplished!) 
• Nacrolepsy, Tetrazzini, and Farm and Fleet, Oh My! - Pt. 1 
•  Nacrolepsy, Tetrazzini, and Farm and Fleet, Oh My! - Pt. 2
•  Waka-What?
• Indiana: The home of invisible towns, Starbucks, and the Colts 
• A Little More Indiana(polis) 
• Question: What Time is it There? 
• Missouri Wasn't Misery 

Missouri Wasn't Misery

I'm pretty sure a combination of this thunderstorm and my medicine is the reason I'm up at 5 AM on a day we have no school. Not cool, body. Not cool at all.

So here we are. Finally. My last post about Spring Break. Which is fitting, seeing as how I'm enjoying my first spring storm. I know you're sad, and I'm a little teary-eyed too, knowing that this series of posts is just about finished. I promise we can make it through, though. Right? Righty-o.

In my last post, I wrote about visiting the Crowdus family, which was beyond awesome. We were so happy to finally meet them and we really enjoyed their love, hospitality, and wonderful company as we spent time at their house. As always, though, we had to say goodbye. If we have any say in it, though, this won't be the last time we see them!

Our next destination seemed like it should be a lot further away than it was, and the whole geography thing is still throwing me for a loop on this one, but we were meeting up with our friend Natalie, who worked with us at THOGL (and who authors a blog that is much cooler than my own), and currently resides in St. Louis. I've only actually been to St. Louis once, and that was for some missions work a few years ago. Actually, it was only a day. Or rather, a few hours. It was like "missions practice." Whatever that is...