My ankles are weak and I rolled one of them today. Yesterday I scraped my toe on some ugly asphalt and lost some chunks of skin. The day before I ate 6 (or maybe 7) slices of pizza, and on Thursday I transported large pieces of a tree from one side of my house to the other. It's things like these that I feel the need to tell you, the reader, about as I set off on this textual journey to create a cohesive post. I am aware, however, that there are more important things to write about. Yesterday I spent an hour in a small vehicle with my sister and her husband. After that we set up camp at a site near Alsea Falls. Some time later our friend Hannah Dorr showed up, and we made a fire, and we talked and laughed, and we were camping, and it was wonderful. And when I say it was wonderful I would like for the reader to pause and imagine a day in her or his life during which he or she was full of wonder. Days like these ought not be forgotten.
Some days ago I decided to stop by a 24/7 prayer room called the Upper Room. I ended up hanging out with some wonderful people who prayed over me, spoke truth into my life, and helped me let go of some harbored resentment. I've decided that it's important to listen. I want to finish this thought, but maybe I'll have to come back to it.
Here's something that's more natural for me to talk about: I haven't had a huge crush on a specific girl lately. I did, however, just go to dinner with a girl... but I don't have a crush on her. What I'm trying to say is, I haven't stuck to my new year's resolution (or my lent fast) to not flirt excessively. But more importantly, I want to be about liberation. There are many oppressed people's all around us, and I would like to be someone who leaves a wake of freedom in the lives of those I interact with. My God is big enough to use me for that. Right now I'm mostly only aware of the many ways in which I am the oppressor.
A friend of mine told me that the word manipulate means to use skillfully, but over time it has acquired negative connotation. I've recently stumbled across a forgotten word for which I used to be zealous. Missions. I want to be a missionary. Now, I've probably written blog posts in the past about my realization that we (Christians) are always on mission no matter our physical location. But right now I mean to say that I want to be involved in full time ministry in a foreign land.
Soon I'm going to be going back to school (in Canada). I'll be working as an intern for an intercultural leadership program. Isn't that cool? I think I might be on some kind of... path. Anyways, I'll miss you all in Philomath/Corvallis. I think Oregon is one of the most splendid places to live. But I'm very excited about this next year. I think it's going to be grand.
Sincerely,
Samuel
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