Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Poor aim and how it leads to sedated Indians... Yeah, now I got you're attention.

"I have to learn that the aim in life is God's, not mine. God is using me from His great personal standpoint, and all He asks of me is that I trust Him..."

-Oswald Chambers

How aware am I of what's really taking place in my life? Am I living in tune with the way God intended, or am I missing the big picture? Am I fooling myself into thinking that what I offer is enough?

I know I do alot (feels like alot... vet school) and people may tell me that I am doing great and to keep it up (which I need to hear), but the approval of those around me has no merit when I set it next to the approval of God. It just doesn't. Not next to God. And thats what it all comes down to. If my life isn't in tune with the life God has called me to, then I'm not in tune at all.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, dude. You're doing fine."

Sure, I try to do good stuff, but my aim should be to do God stuff. My aim should be to follow God's aim.

Why? Because my aim sucks. I have no aim. I have intentions.. good one's. Unfortunately my intentions don't make up for my terrible aim.

Example. Say I'm hanging out at a parade in, oh... India and an elephant decides to get a little crazy because of the "musth", I can try to dart (b/c we all love the elephants) that stupid thing a hundred times and do no good if my aim sucks. Even worse, I can really cause some damage by not leaving the job to someone more experienced in darting the musth elephants.

I can shoot darts left and right and behind my back and between my legs, but if that musth elephant is still stomping all over some peanut stand, then regardless of what I am trying to do, my aim is off. And its very likely that all Ive done is sedate a bunch of old Indian ladies and kids holding candy apples (you know, with all that between the legs shooting and stuff..) and that doesn't really sweeten the deal for anybody.

I would be wrong to rely on my good intentions to validate that I am doing exactly what God wants of me. That's what I am getting at.

Everyday is an opportunity to walk with God.

Going to Church or talking about Him or listening to music about Him is needed, but am I even tapping the surface of the life and purpose that God has for Adam Handy?

What am I letting into my life... what am I not doing... where am I stopping... how am I reacting... how is my thinking creating that wall that separates me from truly walking in the footsteps of Christ.

And this is something we are ALL called to do. Again, we simply are choosing to stop with a church service or with the approval of others.

Time to do some searching...

PS I'm running on little sleep, and my brain is warped from tests these past few weeks. Pardon any stuff that flat out makes no sense.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Church vs Clinical Pathology. Who would win?

Im in the middle of a painfully slow study session, but this popped in my head, so Im going to put this down real quick.

Just to give you a brief background (if you want to call it that). This morning, I got up and responsibly made my way to study at a coffee shop down the road from the house before I going heading for church. It's been like pulling teeth to get focused for this stuff all weekend, and I had made NO progress so far. NONE!

So on my way to the shop I thought, "Ooo. Today is Sunday, which means tomorrow will be Monday... I need to get some work done!"

So then I thought that I'll just skip church altogether and do some work. Nothing wrong with that, right? But I found myself continuously trying to justify to myself (and God) why I was going to play hooky today.

Then it turned into a battle of "why should I/ why shouldn't I" type of thing.

"I have been feeling a little spiritually "dry" lately, maybe I need to go."

"God knows you would go if you could. Its ok. Dont go."

"But is this one of those battles of the flesh moments? Maybe I should go."

"But it's not like church is right down the road either. I can save a lot of time if I stay here and study."

"Well, I don't want to feel guilty for NOT going."

"God isn't going to punish me for NOT going."

"But then again, Im fairly certain that church is the kind of thing God likes."

"Don't make this a legalistic issue, Adam. It's ok not to go."

"Well, maybe it will clear my head to go, and God will bless my going to church?"
And on and on and on....

Ready for the climactic end result of my inner banter? I went.


Here is the point.

Ok. Here I am now. Church was good. Glad I went, and stuff. But now I am back here studying (or at least trying), and it still sucks just as much as it has all weekend.

NOW. Here is the question that came to mind a minute ago:

If I could have seen into the future and known that this studying rut was still going to be here right now, at exactly... 9:05pm, would I still have made the effort to stop my work, pack up my stuff and made the trip to church in the first place?

It's a question of motivation.

What was my motivation for going? What it truly out of love of Christ? Was it because I was hoping that it would make my life easier?

Just so you know, Im way too tired to try to come up with the answer, but I did think that this was an important thing to be aware. I still have a butt load of clin path and virology to cover for these tests, so Im going to throw that out there just in case it'll make a splash somewhere.

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