barking up my own tree

My room has been a mess of folded clothes and boric acid since Monday so I decided to make some changes.  For starters, I decided that there are some pros and cons to having boric acid everywhere in your apartment.  Inhale too much of it and you die, rub it into clothes (if you feel like it) and you will probably take up bathing in aloe for some days.  However, in some cases (like mine) boric acid gets rid of cockroaches and other nasty vermin.  It also helps because you can see footprints that people have left around the room.  If someone robs me, at least I will know what his/her shoe size is.

After cleaning up the mess, I decided that I might contemplate the meaning of life.  After a mere 1 minute 23 seconds, I figured out all of life’s secrets (my tell-all bestseller entitled “The Secret Path of the Way of Life” will be in all Barnes and Nobles bookstores this November) and I left my small dilapitated room to find a noisy place.  You see, most people find solace in quiet places, but I can just as easily get work done in a high decibel environment than a quiet one.

My mentor has me reading this book called “The Fruit of the Spirit” by John Sanderson, and I have finished the first chapter (entitled “Love”).  Normally it would have taken me less than the couple of weeks it has for me to finish one chapter, but to my credit, the book has four preliminary chapters, and I did recently move (insert other excuses here).  When my mentor (Dave) gave me the book to read, I felt like I was already excelling in most all of the fruits of the spirit, but after reading the first chapter, I know that I have a long ways to go before I am advanced in the art of Love.  The chapter did not just touch upon loving one another, but also focused on areas of finances, giving to and helping the poor, and kind conversation.  The last is probably the hardest for me to do, because I am either around people who make off-hand comments about this other person, or a joke is more of a barb than a laughing moment.  Even with conversations with friends, my speech is as randomly smattered with demeaning comments and jokes that would make my ancestors cringe.  Speaking of ancestors, how cool would it be if your ancestors lived on in spirit form and you had a little dragon god that would make funny jokes and try to protect you (oh Mulan)?  Back to the point at hand, I know that God is leading me down a set path, and my decisions have been far from good so far, so I think it wise to plan out my life more accordingly.  I will leave you now with a quote from C.S. Lewis, whose words are always welcome to my ears and heart.

Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done…

-Luke