random thoughts at work 9-17-08

this a new experiment im going to try.
im going to leave this open all day. and jot down all the random thoughts that float into my head throughout the day.
hopefully by the time i finish there will be something resembling a neat idea.

8:31am
when i was in youth group, i was kind of sold this idea that as soon as you figured out how to be a good christian, you'd experience this thing called "sanctification" which was pitched to me and my com-padres as the process of getting all the junk out of your life so that you wouldn't have any more problems. This process would take at the most a couple years and you would come out smelling like new enthusiasm.
about 8 years into this, i don't think the end of this whole sanctification thing is any where near being completed. In fact i think that its actually gotten harder.
In youth group its easy to hide behind unneeded drama from other people, or hide behind your parents or even your age, but as a young adult, you have little-to-no excuses when it comes to the junk in your life.
lack of faith, selfish ambition, pride that basically says "im smarter than God" and all the usual sins you struggled with in high school.
AND
the things that once made you completely happy now seem so very useless.
but then there are these times. so very random times. they come and they bring this kind of contentment that serve as a kind of re-charging for me. It kind of serves to say, hey, it really is worth everything you put in.

10:24am
people need to not be so rude to the people that serve them their food.
you never know what kind of "dressing" or "garnish" you might get once you've chewed them out about the quality of the cereal we have.
:D

11:40am
people complain
alot
and that might very well be the original nature of blogging (which might make this paragraph a lil bit of my hypocrisy)
this guy comes in an is just not happy with anything. the color on the walls, the bitterness/sweetness of the coffee, my total lack to fall at his feet in servant-hood, everything.
now this man has both legs. both arms. no physical ailments. He has on a tie with nice shoes.
he has a voice to talk with and ears to lisen, eyes to see and a mind to think
he also has money to buy an expensive latte with.
so why such a sour attitude?

2pm
almost done here.
and now im starting to get tired and home is looking all the more better.
i wonder if when your dying. you get this feeling only x1 million.
home. finally. now i can rest.

2:59pm
im outie 5000
later!