The Wolos Have Their Cook-Fires Going!

It's 11:16 and i'm in the mood to write,

but this room is a mess. It's all messy and I’m about to head into the final stretch of my semester. Not good. Ok I’m off to the cleaning task. If I get it done, I’ll be back…

... Ohhh Kayyy!!! It’s clean. Time to write.

4 things of note.

One

Tonight I played basketball for my Regent College intramural team. It was the last game of the regular season, and we really needed to win. Our best player, David Robinson (no, I’m not kidding) was out with a severely sprained ankle, and that was a very bad thing, making us all nervous. He’s usually good for about 20 points, and he plays forward/center, the same position as me, so I felt pretty strongly that I had to put more than the usual amount of points on the board tonight. And… … It was a success. I had 15 pts and by far my best game of the season, and we also won. The rest of the team played great as well, even though we started out nervous without Dave. So why am I telling you this? Is it to brag? To boast? To tell the world that I can still hold my own out on a basketball court even though my body is starting to tell me that it’s not going to be young forever? Well, maybe those things, but mostly its to pay homage to a certain couple of guys, Mike Nevens and Dan Reeve. Mike and Dan basically taught me how to play basketball, spending plenty of time to stop trying to be a guard and get under the basket so they could give me the ball. Mike taught me to play as big as I am (250lbs these days!), and the intricacies of being able to score with my back to the hoop. And tonight I just went out there and let there lessons come to life. Turning off my brain, I let my feet and my hands think and they found a way to get the ball into its home. So thanks guys. You know in my heart I wanna dribble a lot and shoot 3s, but there’s something to be said for following good teaching.

Two

Tuesday was a weird day. I woke up and sang a love song to my roommate Michael. Then I got to school in time for chapel. As I am every week, I was immediately frustrated with the format. I don’t know why, I just don’t like the way that Chapel is going this semester. Then we had a fire drill. Yeah, you heard me, a fire drill. I went outside and told my new friend Amy that this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. That culminated in failing a greek quiz (no big deal, but it really pissed me off). And then on my way home I bumped into Andrew, our church youth pastor, and he informed me that our pastor had a heart attack the previous night. Funniest thing, I had bible study with my pastor the night before, and he left in a frenzy with pains in his arms and chest. Should of occurred to me then, but didn’t. I knew as soon as Andrew mentioned that something had happened. “Oh crap,” I thought, “he had a heart attack.” So now the day was really weird. We had a prayer meeting for Geoff (our pastor) at 7:15 that night, but it was only 4:15 and I was feeling really crappy. To make myself feel better, I went and took my printer to some random repair shop (still under warranty) and then drove over to Futureshop to get my ipod exchanged because the battery was not staying charged long enough. That was fun. Today, Geoff stopped by church before the staff meeting to let us know that he was in good spirits and that he was out of the hospital, what a relief. He’s a real tiger, not much keeps him down; but we’re still making him take six weeks off .

Three

Watched old videos of “Thundercats” with Joash. My favorite line, Lion-O passes by a small village on some sort of quest and says, “The Wolos have their Cook-Fires going, dinnertime.” Oh Lion-O you’re so coy.

Four

Somebody hates me. For real. This person is holding a major grudge against me. Not for something that I did to him or her, but something that happened in which he or she sees me as the primary motivator. It sucks. I pass him or her in the hall and try to say hi, only to have my attempts returned by odd looking and mysterious glances. No words. Steve Mann once said, “the greatest punishment you can ever inflict upon another person is silence,” and he was right. I’m not hurt though, just bummed. I’ve never been hated before, so this is a bit new. I’m not sure what to do. I could ask for his or her forgiveness, but inside I feel like a Christian has to come to that conclusion on their own, with the help of sound council. An unforgiving heart is a scary place, and I don’t know if I should try to help, or just wait back and let the Lord do his work. What do you think? – dan.

p.s. sorry this one is so long (837 words). I could have left the Lion-O part out, but he’s really really cool.