Finding Momentum

I feel pretty com­fort­able walk­ing around shirt­less. Sun­day at 3pm before ser­vice I walked into the chapel sans shirt to find Albert there doing cou­ples’ coun­sel­ing. Guy: hey, he’s shirt­less. Albert: yeah (silence)… he’s an intern. I blame this all on Dave, who is shirt­less over half of the time.

My diet con­sists two parts peanut but­ter jelly sand­wich, one part spaghetti and one part what­ever the heck we find lying around. It’s just carbs and sugar… I don’t think I’ve eaten veg­eta­bles in a week. Except after ser­vice when we had the party plat­ter of hummus.

I get pretty mad when peo­ple leave lit­ter in the park­ing lot. This isn’t just like a wrap­per here and there, but it’s like entire boxes of empty Capri Suns. There is def­i­nitely a cul­ture of lit­ter­ing here.

Stephen Min­istry is the best thing ever. I mean yeah this whole “feel­ings” bit is ter­ri­fy­ing, but on the bright side, one of our class­mates is an eighty year old grandma who makes excel­lent brown­ies. And she can see into our souls. Nice.

I have an IT band injury so I can’t go run­ning for who knows how long and it’s pretty frustrating.

Some­times I visit cities other than Oak­land and remem­ber what clean looks like.

Doesn’t mat­ter what just dropped. Long ago I lost any qualms about pick­ing it up with bare hands.

I really enjoy being in this com­mu­nity. I am reminded that life is short, Jesus is Good, laugh­ter is con­ta­gious, and shirts are always optional.