The Butterfly Effect

The other night, one of my best friends and I were talking about how some of the smallest decisions that people make can end up making a huge impact later in life. For instance, I would not be at my current college if I had chosen to write an optional essay. While it is due to laziness, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. These past couple months have been a huge time of learning for me. Much of my lessons are due to those I have met here at school. Had I not worked a D-Now in Jasper, I wouldn't have been offered an intern position for that Summer. Had I not taken that position, I wouldn't have watched "The House Bunny." Because of "The House Bunny," I felt the desire to look into joining a Christian frat. I know it may sound crazy or dumb, but I really did have this revelation. Even deciding to eat lunch at the Starbucks on campus had an impact on my current thought process. I probably wouldn't have gone to Passion amongst other things.

I think you could even take this thought to a more minor level. The whole idea of the butterfly effect really is a massive thing. Whenever I decide to wake up effects what I do for the rest of the day. That in turn has its repercussions on others. They have to deal with my presence in some manner.

This is no longer a profound thought, but it is rather a profound enjoyment. It almost gives a great sense of purpose (about to pull the Jesus juke). I think that, maybe, I need to be more concerned with whether or not God is glorified in my actions regardless of how small it is. However, where I am sitting right now, I'm thinking that I should find pleasure in this idea. I'm starting to lose my grip on the thought, but each instance in my life effects the next and the billions following. I think I should be more aware of this, and I should also be more concerned with who it is I am seeking to please in my decisions.

I know that my crowd base is next to nothing, but if anyone has any thoughts, I welcome them. Maybe I should start making drafts of my blogs too for the benefit of clarity and other good things.

A Lion's Mane

He once had hair, it was a glorious mane
It caused all who'd seen it to stand in wonder
A day came about, an idea thought so great
To shave this lion of his beauty and splendor

He sought to shock, to confuse and to stagger
He chased recognition for his demeanor
His brashness and pride, the haste and the flurry
Led this poor lion cub to conclude a blunder

Little did he know, or did bother to think
The support he sought brought only endeavor
Like Samson the cub felt, with his strength no more
He could not understand thus went to ponder

To this humbled lion cub, out to him one called
One who loves and fulfills and knows hair's number
"Appearance matters not, nor others' regard;
Come close, find ease, my love for you won't wander."

The Beauty of Showers

I love showers. They are the absolute best place to go if you want to think. I mean, there is no better place to think than a place where you get to be completely yourself... naked.

No one can come jump you from out of nowhere. No one can mosey their way into your stream of consciousness. No one can call you. No interruptions... unless you're me. This isn't a huge problem. Being interrupted did lead to this blog. So, not a completely bad thing. I just like peace and quiet when I take long showers in the middle of the night. Showers are my escape.

A lot has happened in the past few months. God has definitely been revealing an air-craft-carrier-sized load to me. It has been a bunch of craziness, but delightfully pleasing and incredibly difficult. I just wanted unpack this ridiculously massive amount of amazing-ness. So many things, all the things I've learned about myself last semester, things going on in my family, Passion, new opportunities and ministries presenting themselves this next semester, wanting to go serve either in Africa or Southeast Asia/India. It almost feels like a Hiroshima has happened. That size of destruction. Inappropriate? Maybe. Accurate description? I feel the illustration does it justice. God is awesome. Sometimes he uses massive amounts of information and crazy events to make you into his workmanship.

Once again, I started this blog because I wanted to get my thoughts out since my shower time was cut short. I know it sounds like I'm complaining and I'm bitter, but that is not necessarily the case. Ok... I might be a little bitter, but I simply cut my shower short because I was questioned as to why I was taking such a long shower in the middle of the night. Feeling exposed, I stopped the shower and now I'm here. I should clarify that the person only stuck their head into the bathroom, they did not burst through the shower curtain and bludgeon me.

So, here I am. Starting a blog. Thanks to the beauty of showers and my longing for them. Hopefully I'm more entertaining and insightful than I think.