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Name: Brandon
Birthday: 12/4/1982
Interests: sports, foreign languages, theology, travel, friends, reading, watching sunsets, star-gazing, running, pondering how my faith is to be lived out in this world
Expertise: being obsessive-compulsive and putting up with dirty roommates...I'm not bitter
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
10/29/2004
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| Life at seminary is vastly different from life at OBU. Academic
standards are different, relationships are different, this city is
different...basically everything about this school and my life here is
completely unique compared to OBU. But the one thing that I never
would have counted on when I moved here was an event that has happened
twice within the past week and a half. It turns out that possibly
the greatest difference is between the MacArthur apartments parking lot
and the street in front of my place. Apparently, the area of the
street directly in front of my driveway is the best place to pull
someone over if you're a FW policeman. Something must scream
about that spot in the road, "STOP HERE!" Twice in just a few
days, I've come home to discover that I can't pull into my driveway
because a cop car is blocking it. How incredibly odd! I've
never even thought of this possibility before the last week, and now
it's happened twice. The first time it happened I circled the
block a few times and finally pulled up behind the police car and
turned on my turn signal....and waited....and waited....and
waited. Finally, they got the picture and moved forward.
But the other night, they had stopped someone whose vehicle they were
going to tow, and it was this vehicle that was directly in front of my
driveway. All I wanted to do was park and go inside! It had
been a long day, for goodness sake! Instead, I opted for pulling
in behind my neighbors' cars and startling them because they didn't
recognize the vehicle parked in their driveway. I hope this
doesn't become routine.
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| Tonight I am reminded of how grateful I should be for my OBU
education. For my Philosophy of Religion class, we are reading
the above text. It has definite similarities to the ol' purple
book we had to read at Welcome Week (The Idea of a Christian College).
Essentially, it's a repeat of stuff that got pounded into me at
OBU. But just a few pages into it, I can't help but wonder if
others in my class who read this and come from a large, public school
feel the same way about the book as I do. I don't mean to say
that my OBU education is altogether better and superior to a state
school education (I'll save that argument for another time); I simply
doubt that someone from a secular, job-focused education would read
this in the same way I do. So much of what it has already said
reminds me of Civ and how all of our time at OBU was spent focusing on
how to develop and maintain a Christian worldview in whatever
occupation we found ourselves. Loving God with our mind is NOT an
option. Jesus DEMANDS it. Dwell on that for a while and see
if you have been doing your best to be obedient to that
commandment.
I have so many thoughts flooding my mind at this moment. I wish I
could get them out for you to read. But the one thing I keep
thinking of is that I want to encourage all of you, especially my OBU
friends whom I know share a common desire and background with me, to
not lose the drive to know more. Not simply for the sake of
knowledge. Not simply for the sake of pride. Not simply to
be recognized. Not for anything other than to have the ability to
better worship our God and to better engage a lost, but educated world
in discussion of our faith. Here's my favorite quote from the
book so far: “If
we are going to be wise, spiritual people
prepared to meet the crises of our age, we must be a studying, learning
community that values the life of the mind.” Getting a degree
cannot be our ultimate educational end; we must desire to continue the
process for the rest of our lives.
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| Have you ever heard some woman, whom you had only met five minutes
prior, making a crude remark about male genitalia and excretion to a
room full of guys? If you haven't, then you obviously haven't
been to a D-Now in Durant, OK. That's right. You always
knew that SE Oklahoma was a little different. I was a 10th grade
boys co-leader for Garry's D-Now this last weekend. Upon
arriving, I met my host home mother who so kindly told me and the
others how we were to use the restroom outside since the plumbing in
the cabin where we were staying was not exactly up to par. I
won't tell you exactly what she said out of respect for those with
innocent minds. However, let's just say that it involved some
very illustrative speech.
On a separate note, from the picture below it looks like Pook and B-Lo
had a tough weekend. Actually, I think it more clearly depicts
the steadiness of my character while revealing the demons that inhabit
the lives of those less righteous. :)
Here's a much better pic of us. I guess the others repented, and the demons were exorcised in between these two pics.
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| It turns out that taking a semester off from school makes it really
difficult to get motivated to do homework. This last weekend I
did absolutely no homework, even though I have two book reviews due
very soon. For those of you who know me well....that just doesn't
happen!
Life has been good so far in Fort Worth. I may have found a job,
my profs aren't Paige worshippers, and I have a nice place to
live. I even went on a date the other night. Let me explain
before you get any crazy ideas. I called Amanda Ingram last
Friday to see if she wanted to hang out. She said she was going
to eat supper with her family and I was welcome to come along and they
would pay. Well, of course I went for that. But after we
ate, Amanda and I decided to go to a movie. When we got to the
theater (we saw Glory Road...decent
movie, especially if you like sports movies), she offered to pay
because "I have a job and you're a broke seminary student." After
some resistance and arguing, I let her win this one (I really did try
to pay...I promise). But it wasn't until after the movie, when we
were at Starbucks with some of her friends, that I realized that this
was essentially a TWIRP date. So, for any of you other female OBU
grads looking to continue the wonderful tradition of TWIRP, give me a
call. I'm sure we can arrange something. (And before you
say something hateful in a comment...yes, there will be a TWEET date to
even things out.)
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| FBC Moss Bluff and strip clubs.
What exactly do these two places have in common? Well, as of late last night, they both are promoting "LIVE NUDE" on their marquee signs in front of their respective buildings. That's right. You only thought this little Southern Baptist church payed its bills with tithe money. Oh no, my friends. Remember, this is Louisiana. Things are different down here. Actually, the sign really did say "LIVE NUDE" this morning, but there's a story behind that. Last week, I put the letters on the marquee sign for our Living Nativity that is to be this weekend. The sign read, "DRIVE THRU / LIVING NATIVITY / DEC 9-11 / 6-8:30 PM," on four different rows of the sign. And I need to point out that this is not a nice, formal looking marquee sign--this is exactly the type of sign you would expect to find in front of a bar, the type with the big flashing arrow at the top of it. It already looks white trash enough without advertising the church's secret business endeavors. Anyway, late last night some pranksters (probably my youth group...they've learned well from their teacher) rearranged the letters on our sign to read "LIVE NUDE." I guess we're trying to do anything it takes to get our numbers up. I thought we should leave it as such. One of our pastors made me change it, though. He told me that what goes on after hours here at the church is no one else's business. Ahhh....the Deep South....you gotta love it. | | |
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