I’ll keep this short and try not to be too overdramatic — I will never forget the accident that happened this day, last year, and will forever be thankful that my car didn’t veer off to the left, onto oncoming traffic. I still remember seeing the truck that passed by immediately after the accident.
Though it sucks that I’m clearly not appreciative enough for this life that I’ve been given, I hope, at the very least, that every Thanksgiving I’m reminded of how fragile life can potentially be, how it only takes an instant to take everything away. Also sucks that I can only show appreciation of my life through a tumblr post, but I’m not a creative guy.
Cheers, and Happy Thanksgiving!
This past weekend was our annual GCC college retreat, and I’m happy to say that I have been blessed beyond words there. In addition to the standard retreat procedures (worship, sermon, prayer, games), we decided to change it up and revisit the Old Testament, where the priests had to undergo a countless number of rituals in order to even be able to face God; the main purpose of this activity was to understand what people had to go through before Jesus came and to ultimately appreciate that we don’t have to go through all of the rituals in order to pray to our God.
That being said, one of the ‘rituals’ was a station where we had the option to shave our heads (or cut some inches of their hair, for the girls), simulating the times when all ‘unclean’ people had to shave all of their hair from their bodies before being in the presence of God. Again, this was an optional station for whoever felt like participating and maybe even felt convicted to do so. Surprisingly, a decent amount of people decided to participate and shave their heads. However it was when we got back on campus, that the problems started to arise. People were startled to see so many people with shaved heads, jokes were made — cool. But all of a sudden, comments started coming in, stating that this activity was crazy.. radical.
Radical. I don’t know about anyone else, but I have heard of some pretty radical things in my life — dropping stable careers, changing lifestyles, dying for their religion. I don’t remember shaving heads being anything even remotely radical. But that is the sad truth: that our society has become so concerned with outward appearance, that the act of shaving your head can even be perceived as radical. Even when I first heard someone label this activity as ‘radical,’ I thought to myself, “I guess this was kind of a crazy thing to do.” But what the hell about shaving our heads is radical? Did we sacrifice anything else, but our image, for the time it takes for our hair to grow back? Did we decide to cut off our hands and feet?
This thought just occurred to me while we were discussing the hair cutting ritual during cell group, and I felt the need to share this with whoever cares to read these random rants lolol. But yeah, it was a challenging realization for myself, how much concern this society has about how we look. Not much substance to this post, but that one point. Just some food for thought.
There’s something really therapeutic about being at home..
The sound of the television in the background, as dad watches his shows
The combined smells of the random candles, laundry, Belle, and whatever else
The constant hum of the laundry machines
The leisure of being able to lie around, virtually anywhere in the home
The smell of dinner, as mom cooks a feast
The dog, just chilling on her throne (our couch)
The perfect balance of everything.
I like it