Regent University School of Udnergraduate Studies

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Fresh air, baby. That's all.

So, Thursday I leave for Romania. I have far too many things to get done before then. But my Lord is always faithful to me. Which is good, because it's moments like these that bring painful clarity to my incompetence.

So, I was telling my dad about my plan of attack:


I get off the plane in Bucharest, try and find a bus to the train station, find a train to the city I'm going to, try to find the bus station there to get a bus to the little village I'm going to, try to remember which direction to walk for two miles once I get into the village in order to find FCI (the ministry I'll be working at). I am fairly confident in my plan, but there is of course much room for logistical failure due to traveling delays, and the occasional railway strikes. Besides the fact that I'm going to be weeping tired after a full day of traveling, and I'm going to have to manage all of it with my extremely limited knowledge of Romanian.

"Wow, son, you're really manly, just going out on your own like that." - my dad.

Mmhm. I love my dad. :)

FCI is a two-year school for boys ages 16-20 (or so). It is a very smart ministry. They bring hope to the boys' lives by teaching them useful trades, who in turn bring hope to the country by supporting its economy. The school is large enough that it is run well, but small enough that the handful of staff are able to be very personal in sharing the good new of Jesus Christ with the boys. Love it.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Flat

I've been thinking a lot recently about how pain and suffering give definition to joy and hope.

Our forefathers shed their blood to make this nation free; they were very alive, and their lives had meaning because of the cause they fought for and the brotherhood it brought about.

Today we live in a free nation. Old veterans always complain that young people take their freedom for granted. Young people, though few articulate it, feel at a loss for meaning. In a culture where suffering is rare, complancency has grown dominate, and life has become superficial.

Realistically, those who have neither experienced personal suffering, nor sacrificed to alleviate another's suffering, have no ability to feel true joy. Nor do they know what it feels like to be really alive.

Maybe pain and discomfort aren't the enemies afterall.
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