The Twenty-Third Sunday after Pentecost? Doesn't that just make it seem like nothing happened after the Holy Spirit showed up? I mean, really. Twenty-three weeks without any major, life-changing events? Sounds like my life. Sounds like my school.

We had a woman come and speak at chapel. Landa L. Cope is her name. She isn't a pastor (she's lecturing - not preaching; although, there is a distinct lack of Bible and Theology Profs present in chapel this week), but she does have short spikey hair. She also might be un-married (which makes her unfit to talk about families - we'll pretend that Jesus was married and that's why he had the authority to speak about marriage.)

She's an amazing speaker. She's liberal and funny. She laughs like a smoker and is filled with the Holy Spirit. I'm exstatic. I went and talked with my associate pastor for 2 hours about chapel, today. We had a great discussion about my being at such a conservative school and our mutual lack of compassion for those who have no compassion.

I see a lot of people who think that they are stellar Christians who also suck at being a Christian. I've really been hoping that I don't fall into that category. I really want to move off campus. I want to start the "college Sunday lunch" ministry back up - and we need a house for that. I also want to invite people from church over for meals to foster a greater attitude of fellowship.

So, I'm mister random-post again today. But, at least I'm happy and feel that God is working in the world and in me again. I had missed that a lot.