You've fasted now for about 2 days. My congratulations, although a select few of you cheated I know. I do after all, have friends. With whom I conversate. About life, sometimes.
It's way early in the morning/late at night. Me and my roommate Katie are passing a book back and forth, reading the same sections, one right after the other. Why are we doing this? Because we're cats who are slowly edging towards the last of our, well..my, 6th life. And all because of a book by Kevin Roose called "The Unlikely Disciple." So far, so good. Really good. It's about this guy, if you don't already know, who came to Liberty from Brown University as a sort of spy. He pretended to be an evangelical Christian to fit in as best he could, and wrote a book about his experiences at Liberty, a school that he thought was Jerry Falwell's version of a terrorist training camp. I recommend it. Up to this point at least, but I've heard good things about the rest as well.
I love Liberty. As much as I complain about it, it does have a way of endearing itself to me, with its quirks (to which I relate), with its oddities (the same), with its sense of unity and community (which I cherish), and with its reputation (the good parts I'll keep, the bad I'll try to disprove).
I'm starting to think that maybe God put me here for other people. Being at Liberty has taught me some things, none that I can really put my finger on right now (granted it is 2am) but I have been told by several people that I have had some sort of effect on their lives. That is both extremely encouraging and frightening to me. How great is my Creator that He can still use this mussed up whatever I am to affect my brothers and sisters, and future siblings, in a powerful way? I can't comprehend it. [Jon Styer, if you read this you should know that I held off some sarcasm right here. You're welcome. And no worries, it wasn't aimed at you.]
And once again, I must leave you to yourselves. It's my turn to read.