more nothing

It's just another day. A Tuesday. Another 7th of yet another month. Get my drift? I guess that's a bit depressing, but that's how it's going right now and the crazy part is I know it is all alright. I have never felt less sure of my direction in life and my motivation could not be in any weirder places right. It's not a bad thing because I know more than ever in my life that He is with me and He will not lead me astray.

Deep/vague, eh? Aboot Canadian, too? Right now I've got to work this out with the big man and others, but it's not blog-ready, yet.

On a lighter note, I broke that tenuous strand of steel called a chain not a half of a mile from my apartment, starting my day day off well (it kind of works out later). When it broke it didn't fly up into my leg as I was going too fast, so it just flew out behind me without a scratch. Later that day I bought a cheap disposable chain from Walmart only to find it's about three links to short. Because I can't find my broken chain on the road I'm going to have to figure out something until I get my 3 lb. monster tank chain (I'm not sure how much it weighs, but the links are a combined 4 mm thicker than my previous chain).

Good news. Good news? I am officially accepted into the business professional program. What is that? The BPP is the official standing that allows for the enrollment in upper division business classes. Hooray...

After some ensuing events in the day, I found myself walking my bike down the urban trail system next to McConnell Drive down to my apartment. On my mind the whole day was the passage John 4:1-26 from the small group leaders meeting and 1 Timothy 2, but as I saw a beat-up looking guy on the trail, I was thinking more along the lines of the John 4 story. Before I actually got up to him on the trail, there were a few people going straight past him, looking away, of course. This was the marginalization that I was reading about.

I said hi, but to my surprise the guy didn't even respond, which was not what I was expecting. I tried again, this time passing him on the trail, so I said, "I don't know you, but God does and he loves you." At that point I think I was just as surprised at what I just said as he was. He then responded with the usual "I'm a veteran and I'm not on good grounds with God now." After that we talked about Vietnam, alcoholism, second chances, and fixed gear bikes, we parted ways and I immediately prayed we would meet again, Larry and I.

So that's about it, just another day. When will when not matter?