So It Goes

It pays (in more ways than one) to have sweet friends, and I’m definitely not lacking. However there is one in particular who comes up strong when she’s not bullying me or leading me into forests largely occupied by swarms of bloodthirsty mosquitoes. Her name is Nada Alic.

After the Northern Exposure roadies skipped town on Saturday night Nada and I navigated our way to Oakville in a beast-of-a-pickup-truck and entertained several big ideas that very well could come to light over the next year or so. Then we slept in her haunted house and woke the next morning to go to a church that wasn’t a church.

…Let me clarify. This place is a massive auditorium called The Meeting House and the premise of it is that it is a place of worship for people who have a hard time going to a church where the congregation is half dead or waaaaay too upitty (see also, Pentecostal). The worship itself is about 15 minutes long, the sermon about 45 minutes, which is then topped and finished by a group QA period. And although I didn’t necessarily find the flesh of this particular sermon to speak to me, the guts of it certainly did and an interesting idea was tossed out:

Be willing to be the answer to your own prayers.

It seems obvious, but I think when we acknowledge the sovereignty of God we sometimes get lazy in assuming that He will take care of all. I certainly do, and even when I feel like I’m being proactive there has got to be bigger strides I can take…

It was a neat weekend. I made the unfortunate decision to watch Twilight for the first time, and unfortunately I am now one of approx. 4, 567, 897 women who want to maul Edward Cullen to death. Rage.