Tales From A Poopsmith

Every fall season (yes, I believe fall is here) I find myself trying to get organized for the year ahead, this year is no different. 2008-2009 however has a little different feel as this becomes year number 2 in the PhD program. The question posed by my wife, “can you see the light at the end of the tunnel” my response “what’s light?”, so… it is at these times in my life I dig deep into my character, thoughts, and passions to remember the why –

First I remember – “God loved the world so much (everyone in it – no questions asks) that he sent his only son to pay the bill no one could ever afford – John 3:16 (Jason’s Translation)

Second, I remember – Like everyone I was not an accident but designed for a purpose that is bigger then myself. I have a role to play – I must play it with my best.

Third, I remember – I was never expected to play my part on my own strength but with the backing and support of the ultimate designer – the same creator who paid my bill – seriously – if He is for me – who can be against me.

My hope does not come in who’s president, the price of gas, the state of global relationships but my hope comes from my personal and living relationship with God and him working in me.

I’m not normal – I get it – I love God and play with poop but I know this, my purpose stays the same…

“I exist to restore hope to my generation, anyone I meet, anywhere I go, anyway I can; living dangerously and recklessly trusting God’s word because God’s love compels me to do no less”

I Corinthians 9:24-27 (Message) You’ve all been to the stadium and seen the athletes race. Everyone runs; one wins. Run to win. All good athletes train hard. They do it for a gold medal that tarnishes and fades. You’re after one that’s gold eternally. I don’t know about you, but I’m running hard for the finish line. I’m giving it everything I’ve got. No sloppy living for me! I’m staying alert and in top condition. I’m not going to get caught napping, telling everyone else all about it and then missing out myself.

So, I press on – following the example of Jesus the best I can – I will continue to screw up – say the wrong things – miss opportunities – miss deadlines – yell at the boys – kick the dog – have bad attitudes – but I will do my best follow Him and run the race.

Now I return to the books, the data, the manure and the upcoming dissertation looking through the lenses of the deep and the passion that remains the same…

Africa or Die