Square

I stood there like a square. Frick. My whole purpose in buying clothes is, “don’t look like a square.” But nonetheless, here I am at the Streetcar stop, looking like a huge square. Frick.

My common posture in waiting for the Streetcar is that of slightly leaning with the upper half of my body in order to see if the thing is coming. Depending on what I see, I hang back and try not to look like a square. This place is full of squares, but that’s a different story.

As I make my body form into my “Streetcar Stance,” I notice a delicate woman riding her Schwinn bicycle down Lovejoy. She’s wearing a helmet that, at first glace, seems way too large for such a small woman. But she seems content. I’m not studying her, but I am looking at her face. She’s wearing glasses and her curly red hair is sticking out the back of her oversized helmet. I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but she notices me looking at her. She just knew she was being watched. Our eyes met for a brief second as she took her eyes off of the road.

Mistake.

Immediately her face turned to one of alarm. At that exact moment I looked down to notice that her front bicycle wheel had fallen into the crevasse of the Streetcar track. There is no way out. In trying to repair the damage that was done she turned her handlebars to the right.

Mistake.

She falls right in front of me, and while looking at me. I watched her glazed eyes look at me as they fell with the rest of her body. She fell fast. Really fast. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone fall that fast. In a nano second the female was sprawled across the city street right on the top of her Schwinn.

In a panic I rushed to her and didn’t really say anything. I sort of mumbled something like, “Oh…do?…umm…is there…can you?...oh man…hmm…uh yea…” She was an animal. No longer human was this woman as she went into complete survival mode. Her adrenaline pumped her up onto her bike and she sped off down the road, far from the Streetcar tracks.

What a square.

Jesus Has Been Kidnapped!

And there's a hefty ransom...

The Going's On

God is good.

I have a Greek quiz today in which I'll be tested on all words occurring 110 times or more in the New Testament, as well as all forms of "to be."

I spent last week in Seattle at Text & Context Conference. I, more than ever, want to preach the gospel of Christ and teach the Word. Piper is a baller.

I was in Powell's Books for almost two hours reading God's Problem by Bart Ehrman. I loved reading it, and I think I know how to reason with educated, not apathetic, agnostics. Or I wasted two hours...I don't know. Nonetheless, a world view wake-up.

I have to explain the Kingdom of God in twenty minutes tonight.

Yesterday, I saw a woman eat it hard on a bike. I'll write about that soon.

I just laughed.

Scott comes home on Wednesday, and then I go to Boston in about two weeks.

I'm not really sure how I feel about John Travolta right now.

We're short-staffed at church.

God is good.