Hey y’all!
I hope this note finds you well, just an update, The last month has been full of some rather interesting things. Some bizarre, some downright frustrating, others incredible and evidently blessed by God. I want to share one particular story with you that I thought was particularly strange.
It all kinda started about three weeks ago. I was trying to get to sleep so I could orient my sleep schedule again for work. I went to bed around 10:30 and tossed and turned until midnight, finally fell asleep, and was woken up at 1:00 to the LOUDEST crash I had ever heard in my apartment. I was up and out of my bed in about a second and a half, gripping my baseball bat and ready to go. I was ready to take on whoever I thought was in my apartment. I finally calmed down enough and turned on the light. There wasn’t anyone in my apartment, but my entire kitchen cabinet had fallen off the wall. Completely fell off the wall, shattering most of my Correlleware all over my floor. Needless to say, I was pretty astonished. I couldn’t really believe what I was seeing. I had never heard of anything like that happening. It took me a long time to actually calm down enough to try and go back to sleep. I swept a path through the glass to my closet so I could get ready in the morning. It was way too much to clean up that night. So I went back to sleep about 2:00. I was woken up again at 3:00 to another crash and I was up and ready again. One of the selves that I had set aside, fell off the counter and broke some of the other dishes that I had salvaged. So at this point I was just scared, disoriented, and praying that God would protect me from whatever the heck was going on in my apt. So I tossed and turned and finally fell back asleep about 4 and the alarm went off at 5, I got up took a shower and went to work. Pretty much the worst night of sleep ever.
A day later my friend Aaron came in to Chicago to stay at my apt for a youth pastor’s conference. The stuff from my cabinets was all over the place. He was really confused, because I am almost anal about putting 
stuff back where I can find it later. So He stayed over the weekend in a messy apt. I finally got it all cleaned up and the cabinets back on the wall by the time he left. So I came back home after work the day he left, hoping to catch a nap, and my sink is sitting out in the hallway, the sink cabinet is ripped off the wall, my fridge is sitting in the middle of the floor, and there is a huge hole in the wall behind my sink, emitting an incredible, leaky, moldy smell. I was less than thrilled. So I packed up some clothes and stayed the next 4 nights at my friend Josh’s place. I finally talked to my landlady about it all, and she didn’t realize that the repair guys left it like they did. She’s gonna take it (The four nights I wasn’t able to stay and the broken dishes) all off my next month’s rent. Crazy stuff.
There is no direct, particular moral or spiritual value inherent in the previous story, Though I may draw one out for a future sermon. So if your hope in coming to this blog post was to find spiritual enrichment, encouragement or exhortation, accept my sincerest apologies. I will direct your attention to the previous post, or the coming post, both promise, like most cereals, to be bursting with sugary goodness. Accept the former leaves out most of the sugar. I’m pretty blunt, I don’t tend to sugar coat. Coats made of sugar tend to attract bugs, and children. I like children, but not bugs. Actually bugs are ok, as long as they don’t bite… or fly in my ear, then they deserve the coming squishing. I don’t tend to squish children… too often, unless they are small and I don’t see them. In that case I feel really bad. Not so much with bugs, they are neither cute or rare enough to deserve that kind of consideration.
In Christ,
My Only Hope
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