tuesday

i should probably never play video games. i took a crack at the first level of donkey kong on the old-school nintendo today. after 32 attempts, i finally succeeded. can you say epic fail?

wednesday

at canvas this week, we were asked how we view JESUS. some people said HE was portrayed in their minds as the old-school, catholic textbook, long-haired, eyes-raised-to-heaven JESUS in a white robe. others said they saw HIM nailed to a cross. one guy even said he viewed HIM as a big black woman. in my mind, JESUS wears american eagle jeans and a polo. HE walks around with a smile and HIS hands casually in HIS pockets, but not hidden so deeply that the scars on HIS wrists are no longer visible. HE looks genuinely kind and caring. HE helps me carry [figurative for the daily burdens of life]  my books to class and sits with my through boring lectures. HE hangs out at starbucks while i work. when i go jogging, HE always trots along beside me. and as i climb into bed and fall asleep, HE sits by the bedside and watches [in a non-creepy way, of course] me as i sleep. day in and day out, JESUS is always there. oftentimes, i take his companionship for granted and find myself neglecting HIS presence. i get caught up in what i’m doing or who i’m with and conveniently push HIM to the backburner. i’ll throw a sarcastic joke or a little praise HIS way on occasion. sometimes i’ll even sit down and talk with HIM for a couple hours. when i’m about to make a mistake, HE raises his eyebrows. when i follow through with the mistake-making, i can see the disappointment and sadness in HIS eyes. i run to HIM when i’m feeling sad and HE never fails to put HIS arms around me and lend me HIS shoulder to cry on. HE reassures me that HE’s got everything under control and that HE’ll never leave or forsake me. then once i’m feeling better or have said everything that i want to say, i begin ignoring HIM once again. yet even though i consistently push HIM away or treat HIM with disrespect, HE continues to go with me wherever i go. HE never complains about my abuse or whines that i don’t acknowledge HIM enough. but when i do choose to improve my relationship with HIM, HIS face lights up and i am filled with a joy that only HE can give. to me, JESUS is everything i need HIM to be: a best friend, a listener, a protector, a disciplinarian, a comforter, a constant. but when i see the scars on HIS wrists as i go about my day with HIM, i am reminded that HE is my SAVIOR above all else and that i owe everything to HIM.