Sincerely,

I apologize for my reaction to the latest development in your relationship.

I still contend that my feelings on the subject are not wrong, but my angry actions certainly have been.

I also do not promise to keep my opinions always to myself in the future, for I believe we have a Biblical responsibility to speak truth loudly. The flipside of that responsibility, however, is to speak truth lovingly. While I will not promise to do less of the former, I will try to do more of the latter.
-mrt
Moville

Take my will, conform it...

I wish...




Nevertheless, not my will, but Thine, be done.
-mo
Moville

The Second Place Child

Everytime I think I may have a reason to feel special, my thunder is quickly stolen away. Thanks, world.

Oh, how I need to re-hear Big Fred's sermon "The Second Place Child of Christmas." The comfort brought by the reminder may not last long, but at least for a few minutes, I might get to feel a little self-worth.
-mo
Moville

Will the real Baptists please stand up!

Joy just got back from BCM (GBC's new name for BSU) leadership team retreat. Apparently, we are going to start advertising ourselves as "740" because the "leaders" think some people think Baptist is a cult.

That's the most ridiculous thing ever! Nobody thinks Baptist is a cult. People associate Baptist with the name of Jesus Christ. That is not an association of which we should be ashamed or from which we should hide. Why pretend we are not who we are? The Bible commands us to go tell the world who we are and Whom we serve. We are Baptists. As Baptists, we are followers of Christ. If people are scared away by that, let them run, but may we never be found hiding behind a facade, ashamed to be known as Baptists!
-mo
Moville

Don't Breathe

Something is dead in the attic or under the floor of this apt. I told the office people about it a couple of days ago, so since the smell is still here, I assume the dead thing is a person, and they can't move it because it's a crime scene.
-mo
Moville

Reckless Abandon

Well, maybe I won't post too much whininess here. I sat on the edge of my bed last night and looked over at my night stand. I began to feel guilty looking at my poor journal and pen. I will not abandon them. My journal is, after all, my best friend. I'll whine here only on special occasions or when my journal is not around.
-mo
Moville

We'll Work Till Jesus Comes...

I wish I could get a job without Daddy's help. I have a great resume, and I write great cover letters. I even make phone calls on occasion. Nobody ever calls back, though. That is, until Daddy makes the call. Then, they start calling him back and working through him to give me the job. Why won't they talk to me?
GRRR... I hate being a college student...

This blog thing could work out well. Since nobody reads it, I can just whine about whatever, and when it's all typed out, I'll feel at least a little better, and nobody else had to endure the whining.
-mo