Of Bad Prayer Lines And Vandals
You know you're at a qenuinely interesting point in your walk when you start a prayer like so:
"I was looking in Leviticus today, Lord, and I was reading abou you telling the Israelites what kind of owls they could eat and what gender a goat had to be for a sacrifice, and I just want to pray that ..."
At that point, I kinda wanted to tell myself to 'get a life', but then realized that a life is most certainly the last thing I need. Over the next few days, I'm going to be spending my quiet times in Numbers, but if Leviticus is any indication, spiritual truth should not be hard to come by. I wonder what deep meaning God has to show us in his commanding of a census?
I am becoming rather perturbed by the lack of respect for private property on my dorm floor. So, I have until recently had a problem hanging a marker on my door for my marker board due to it continually being stolen. Finally, last week, I attained a long piece of heavy duty copper wire (it took multiple wire cutter crimpings and The Power Of Drew[TM] to break off in the first place), and affixed a marker to one end, ran it through the eyepiece hole on my door (the eyepiece was stolen one weekend), and wrapped the other end around my towel rack. It was not the easiest thing to write with, but it beat people knocking during naptime. A couple of days later, my markerboard is stolen. The solution: use contact paper as a markerboard. This made the whole setup seem relatively safe, until monday morning, when I discover the wire severed a foot after the marker.
This occurs alongside such niceties as the aforementioned eyehole removal (probably lost 10 eyeholes in the house), the development of a large hole in a wall, the breaking of faucet handles, and that one weekend where I spent all of my time spraying the hall down with lysol. This all has forced a locked door policy in our house, which is such a downer for social activity in general, and ministry in specific.
The worst thing is that, more and more, when talking about public responsibility I sound like my mother.
Comments
Hi Ben,
On the Numbers thing, I read that first census the other morning in my QT and it occurred to me that in a short while all those guys are going to be told they will end up dying in the desert because they don't believe the report of Caleb and Joshua. Spiritual lesson: If we don't believe and follow the Lord, we'll wander in the desert and never experience the plans God has for us.
Posted by: Different Dan | February 23, 2005 07:07 AM
I want to add that this copper wire is about the thickness of a pencil. A number 2 pencil. Not small. The Power of Drew[TM] is the tried and true method of snapping the stuff like a twig because it is significantly more likely to break than bend or cut. These are determined vandals.
Posted by: Drew | February 24, 2005 10:37 PM
Ben, maybe you just need to live in the Hermit corner on the fifth floor. We still connect our marker to the door, but ours stays only with a simple ribbon. Ha ha
Posted by: Amber | February 26, 2005 12:12 AM