Thursday, June 29, 2006
Reason #84658 Why I Love Waffle House
I have been thinking this past week about trying to get a number for the Peachtree Road Race, as this is my first summer living in Atlanta and it just seems like the right thing to do. So this morning I did in fact find someone who is unable to run and will be selling me a number. Anyway, I started looking up some info on the race course and details, and lo and behold, guess who one of the sponsors is: you guess it, Waffle House! How many diners do you think sponsor sporting events? Probably not many. Granted, Waffle House probably doesn't make a habit of it. As if the hashbrowns weren't enough, this is just another in a long line of reasons that I love Waffle House. Now I feel like I should eat there before the race, but then again, I think I won't.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Foot in Mouth
Ok, I have to admit, and I might as well admit publicly, I have been put in my place by God himself tonight. This past Sunday, I heard a sermon entitled, "Why be a Generous Christian?" by a pastor visiting Intown Community Church from a church in Colorado Springs. I was not particularly impressed with the sermon for a few reasons:
(1) It was obviously a canned sermon that this particular pastor preaches all over creation. This was obvious by the speed with which he spoke and the fact that he was selling a book and giving seminars on the very topic of his sermon.
(2) The sermon incorporated a few biblical references but largely emphasized the stories of people who trusted God for such-and-such money and had miracles occur to provide that money.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do believe that God provides for us. I do believe that when we trust him and pray specifically for his provision that he can provide for our needs if he so desires. Despite my belief in these truths, though, I actually verbally (out loud, to other people) stated that the sermon was lacking because of the implied cause-and-effect relationship between trusting God for something and having it provided by God. This may not be making any sense, but lets just say that I was somewhat of a naysayer in response to the stories of faithful people who received abundant returns (financially) from God. And now God enters into this story of my unbelief...
Earlier this evening, I sat down and balanced my checkbook. I looked ahead to next month's expected expenses and tried to decide how much money to budget for the month. I came up with a number that seemed a bit low and did not account for unforeseen expenses, but I decided to go ahead and budget with this amount and trust that God would arrange for me to make it through the month without overdrawing my checking account. I then packed up my backpack and headed to Starbucks to study. I normally study at home, but I wanted a change of scenery, and I decided that one trip to Starbucks (I have not been yet since moving here) would be ok, especially if I only bought regular coffee instead of my favorite cafe au lait. Well, I ordered a regular coffee, the guy went to pour it before taking my money, and then he turned around to tell me it was still brewing and would be a few minutes. I said that would be fine, that I would go ahead and pay for it and he could just yell when it was ready. He then waves his hand and says that this one will be on him since he will be inconveniencing me with having to wait for my freshly brewed coffee. I insisted that it was no inconvenience at all, but he still would not let me pay. Hmm, interesting "coincidence". THEN, I sat down and started studying, and they guy completely forgot about my coffee. I waited and waited, made eye contact and everything, and he just did not remember. So I went up to the counter and reminded him, at which point he briskly whipped a coupon out of his pocket for a free "any starbucks beverage" and apologized profusely for having now inconvenienced me twice in one visit. I could not believe this was happening (seriously, I never get free stuff), but I took the coupon and took my coffee and continued to study.
On my way home, I had to laugh at myself, thinking (despite the relatively small amount of freebies) that I had just seen an example of God providing for me , literally right after I had prayed about my monthly expenses. I love it when God takes me by surprise like that, answering prayer when I really don't even expect Him to. It makes me feel like an idiot, but sometimes I need to be reminded that I'm just a kid, just a child of God who has to be reminded every day that He loves me, listens to me, and looks out for me. What a great reminder.
(1) It was obviously a canned sermon that this particular pastor preaches all over creation. This was obvious by the speed with which he spoke and the fact that he was selling a book and giving seminars on the very topic of his sermon.
(2) The sermon incorporated a few biblical references but largely emphasized the stories of people who trusted God for such-and-such money and had miracles occur to provide that money.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do believe that God provides for us. I do believe that when we trust him and pray specifically for his provision that he can provide for our needs if he so desires. Despite my belief in these truths, though, I actually verbally (out loud, to other people) stated that the sermon was lacking because of the implied cause-and-effect relationship between trusting God for something and having it provided by God. This may not be making any sense, but lets just say that I was somewhat of a naysayer in response to the stories of faithful people who received abundant returns (financially) from God. And now God enters into this story of my unbelief...
Earlier this evening, I sat down and balanced my checkbook. I looked ahead to next month's expected expenses and tried to decide how much money to budget for the month. I came up with a number that seemed a bit low and did not account for unforeseen expenses, but I decided to go ahead and budget with this amount and trust that God would arrange for me to make it through the month without overdrawing my checking account. I then packed up my backpack and headed to Starbucks to study. I normally study at home, but I wanted a change of scenery, and I decided that one trip to Starbucks (I have not been yet since moving here) would be ok, especially if I only bought regular coffee instead of my favorite cafe au lait. Well, I ordered a regular coffee, the guy went to pour it before taking my money, and then he turned around to tell me it was still brewing and would be a few minutes. I said that would be fine, that I would go ahead and pay for it and he could just yell when it was ready. He then waves his hand and says that this one will be on him since he will be inconveniencing me with having to wait for my freshly brewed coffee. I insisted that it was no inconvenience at all, but he still would not let me pay. Hmm, interesting "coincidence". THEN, I sat down and started studying, and they guy completely forgot about my coffee. I waited and waited, made eye contact and everything, and he just did not remember. So I went up to the counter and reminded him, at which point he briskly whipped a coupon out of his pocket for a free "any starbucks beverage" and apologized profusely for having now inconvenienced me twice in one visit. I could not believe this was happening (seriously, I never get free stuff), but I took the coupon and took my coffee and continued to study.
On my way home, I had to laugh at myself, thinking (despite the relatively small amount of freebies) that I had just seen an example of God providing for me , literally right after I had prayed about my monthly expenses. I love it when God takes me by surprise like that, answering prayer when I really don't even expect Him to. It makes me feel like an idiot, but sometimes I need to be reminded that I'm just a kid, just a child of God who has to be reminded every day that He loves me, listens to me, and looks out for me. What a great reminder.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Love Never Dies
Unfortunately, it seems that I have lost one of my favorite CDs, Andrew Peterson's "Love and Thunder". I love the music on the CD, but mostly I love the lyrics. Andrew has a gift for words and specifically for putting God's truth and the cry of our hearts into words that ring so true to life. Lucky for me, though I don't have the music to listen to, I do still have the CD case and therefore the written lyrics. My favorite part that he wrote is actually not a song but what he wrote on the inside cover. It is so good that I can smell and feel the atmosphere as he describes it, and I can taste the vastness and goodness of God as I read this:
"All over the quiet plains, beneath the snow on the high mountain, rustling through the cattails that congregate along the water, you can feel the presence of promise. On cold nights when you look at the sky, sometimes your breath catches in your throat at how bright the night can be. The dark spaces between the stars aren't as dark as you thought they were; not nearly as dark as the tree line on the horizon, and as you stand there shivering with your hands bunched in your pockets suddenly you remember that you're standing on a rock in the middle of space. Suddenly the notion that there's a Someone who made it all and knows us all no longer seems quite so far-fetched; indeed, it seems too good to be false.
But here we toil and we till the hard earth, where even the warm times with friend and kin are lonely because we know they won't last long enough to quiet the ache. Our sadness points to Home the way hunger points to the feast, the way the light of the cratered moon is always facing the sun, always pointing to where the dawn will come like a pillar of fire when this rock we walk on turns again to burning day. All over the quiet plains and the cold stone cities full of dying and shame the promise is not drowned out by the weeping; it is declared by it.
God died as a man and rose again, and the sound of the fiery blast of Death exploding shook the firmament. Throughout the wail and shudder, over the shriek and moan of man the thunder has sounded and sung, and it is both the answer and the promise. It sings still, and you can hear what it says if you listen: love never dies."
"All over the quiet plains, beneath the snow on the high mountain, rustling through the cattails that congregate along the water, you can feel the presence of promise. On cold nights when you look at the sky, sometimes your breath catches in your throat at how bright the night can be. The dark spaces between the stars aren't as dark as you thought they were; not nearly as dark as the tree line on the horizon, and as you stand there shivering with your hands bunched in your pockets suddenly you remember that you're standing on a rock in the middle of space. Suddenly the notion that there's a Someone who made it all and knows us all no longer seems quite so far-fetched; indeed, it seems too good to be false.
But here we toil and we till the hard earth, where even the warm times with friend and kin are lonely because we know they won't last long enough to quiet the ache. Our sadness points to Home the way hunger points to the feast, the way the light of the cratered moon is always facing the sun, always pointing to where the dawn will come like a pillar of fire when this rock we walk on turns again to burning day. All over the quiet plains and the cold stone cities full of dying and shame the promise is not drowned out by the weeping; it is declared by it.
God died as a man and rose again, and the sound of the fiery blast of Death exploding shook the firmament. Throughout the wail and shudder, over the shriek and moan of man the thunder has sounded and sung, and it is both the answer and the promise. It sings still, and you can hear what it says if you listen: love never dies."
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Grocery Store Incosistencies
One of the little nuances of moving that hit me this week is the "new-grocery-store-organization-learning-curve". Now, I have visited my new (old, but new to me) local Kroger several times since moving here to Atlanta, but yesterday I really got stumped over an item on my list.
During one of my first trips to this store, which is significantly larger than any of the Kroger stores in Augusta, I spent about 10 minutes searching around the freezer section area for ice cream. What threw me off with the ice cream was a small section of ice cream located at one of the little end freezers. Inside this small freezer was an assortment of Kroger brand ice cream containers and a few varieties of popscicles. I of course insisted on finding the Breyers (I may be a student, but I still have taste buds), so I searched back and forth and up and down the adjoining aisles before finally finding the ice cream - on the same aisle as the beer. Not a bad combination, but I have not seen this particular storage strategy before. Anyway, that was several weeks ago, and most of my other trips were relatively uneventful until last night...
I had a little trouble finding minced garlic, but that did not stump me nearly as significantly as the Saltine crackers. At my previous Kroger location, the Saltines were located somewhere in the vicinity of the snacks, which were near the cereals on the right side of the store upon entering. At this new Kroger, the "Crackers" are located way on the left side of the store, one aisle over from the chips and sodas. After much searching on the right side of the store near the cereals and soups, I finally zeroed in on this "Cracker" aisle and figured I had finally found the Saltines. I quickly walked down the aisle with no luck, so then I slowly walked back up the aisle and still had no luck. Then I went one aisle over and scoured the "Chips and Pretzels" but still no luck. I sighed and proceeded back towards the trusty right side of the store, thinking of course the Saltines will be over there just like they were in Augusta - I must have just missed something. Finally, after this failed me again and I had procured everything else on my list, I asked one of the stockers where the Saltines were, and he directed me to the left side of the store. So I went back over and repeated the previously described search to no avail. After almost giving up on the elusive Saltines, I asked another employee and FINALLY was directed to the "Snacks" aisle, which did in fact contain the Saltines. This aisle was way beyond the "Crackers" and the "Chips and Pretzels", beyond even the beer, ice cream, and all other frozen foods. It was on one of the farthest aisles to the left, next to the Bakery. I have no idea who decided to string out the crackers, chips, and snacks in separate locations, who decided that Saltines are in fact "Snacks" instead of "Crackers", or who allows Kroger locations to adopt such vastly different store organization strategies, but I do know that the next time I do not find an item right away at the Howell Mill Rd. Kroger, I will immediately ask for help before wasting 20 minutes walking up and down aisles in a grocery store stupor.
During one of my first trips to this store, which is significantly larger than any of the Kroger stores in Augusta, I spent about 10 minutes searching around the freezer section area for ice cream. What threw me off with the ice cream was a small section of ice cream located at one of the little end freezers. Inside this small freezer was an assortment of Kroger brand ice cream containers and a few varieties of popscicles. I of course insisted on finding the Breyers (I may be a student, but I still have taste buds), so I searched back and forth and up and down the adjoining aisles before finally finding the ice cream - on the same aisle as the beer. Not a bad combination, but I have not seen this particular storage strategy before. Anyway, that was several weeks ago, and most of my other trips were relatively uneventful until last night...
I had a little trouble finding minced garlic, but that did not stump me nearly as significantly as the Saltine crackers. At my previous Kroger location, the Saltines were located somewhere in the vicinity of the snacks, which were near the cereals on the right side of the store upon entering. At this new Kroger, the "Crackers" are located way on the left side of the store, one aisle over from the chips and sodas. After much searching on the right side of the store near the cereals and soups, I finally zeroed in on this "Cracker" aisle and figured I had finally found the Saltines. I quickly walked down the aisle with no luck, so then I slowly walked back up the aisle and still had no luck. Then I went one aisle over and scoured the "Chips and Pretzels" but still no luck. I sighed and proceeded back towards the trusty right side of the store, thinking of course the Saltines will be over there just like they were in Augusta - I must have just missed something. Finally, after this failed me again and I had procured everything else on my list, I asked one of the stockers where the Saltines were, and he directed me to the left side of the store. So I went back over and repeated the previously described search to no avail. After almost giving up on the elusive Saltines, I asked another employee and FINALLY was directed to the "Snacks" aisle, which did in fact contain the Saltines. This aisle was way beyond the "Crackers" and the "Chips and Pretzels", beyond even the beer, ice cream, and all other frozen foods. It was on one of the farthest aisles to the left, next to the Bakery. I have no idea who decided to string out the crackers, chips, and snacks in separate locations, who decided that Saltines are in fact "Snacks" instead of "Crackers", or who allows Kroger locations to adopt such vastly different store organization strategies, but I do know that the next time I do not find an item right away at the Howell Mill Rd. Kroger, I will immediately ask for help before wasting 20 minutes walking up and down aisles in a grocery store stupor.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Ahh, The Weekend has Begun
I am happy to report that the blog is back up and running (though not new and improved), and I am also back up and running after yesterday's test. In fact, the test wasn't that bad. I can't say I aced either the written or practical sections, but they were not as hard as I had expected. I almost feel that I over-studied, but that is a much better feeling than under-studying.
The movie last night at Piedmont was great! There must have been about 10,000 people there, all sprawled out on the lawn with blankets, pillows, food, beverages, you name it. Everyone was so closely packed in that you literally could not walk through the crowd without stepping on people's blankets, but they also had aisles marked out for walking. The best part about it was we were watchhing Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and of course 99% of the people there knew it by heart. So for all the great lines -- "Bueller, Bueller, Bueller", "anyone, anyone...the Great Depression", "he'll keep calling me, he'll keep calling me until I come over" -- the crowd was reciting in unison. And during the parade when Ferris gets up and sings Twist&Shout, about half of the crowd got up and twisted and shouted. It was like a gigantic slumber party in the park!
Other thoughts of the week:
(1) When I get home from being gone for any amount of time, my dog walks right up to me and unabashedly indicates that she must be rubbed and touched immediately as though it is a matter of life and death. She indicates this by whining pathetically and rolling over on her back in such a way that she is covering at least part of my feet. This way I must touch her, even if it is just to move her out of the way. Wouldn't it be great if we, as humans, could so openly express our need for contact every day. Most of us go about our days in our little solitary worlds and even go out of our way to NOT touch people. But I'm not ashamed to admit that at the end of the day I often feel like Kelsey: could someone please just rub my back a little and show me the love?
(2) The more time I spend with The Captain in lab (and the other cadaver, which is female), the more I have been having strange thoughts about our mortality. I expected to be shocked by having to face death on the first day of class and basically get used to the idea, but that's not how it's happened at all. I have gotten used to being around the bodies, the smell, and the idea of dissecting literally EVERY part of the body. I am not, however, getting used to the idea of death itself. It is very strange. I mean, I have thought about it before, and I know we will all die, and I understand that is just the way of the universe, and I am certainly comforted sometimes when I think about heaven versus life on this earth. But it is still just eerie to realize how our bodies work and how vulnerable they are and how we just don't know when life will expire for us. I know this is not the most pleasant of topics, but I am just getting my thoughts out there to try to sort through them. I guess the reality of each day being a gift and not a given is a good way to sum up my thoughts so far.
(3) On a related but different note, as we are learning about the human body, I have been awestruck by the brilliance and intricacy of our bodies. I have learned much of the facts before, but seeing the reality of how everything fits together and realizing how we are literally "knit together" as the Psalmist says has baffled me. I don't see how anyone could possibly believe that anything other than God himself is responsible for taking ONE CELL, a zygote, and creating from that a living and breathing human being. If you have no real conception of what is under your skin, trust me it is absolutely amazing!
(4) And finally, last but not least, I would like to once again comment on my love for Atlanta. This week I have particularly appreciated the exercise-friendliness of the city. I have been running and realizing that no matter where I go, there is always either a sidewalk or a worn trail on the side of the road from previous runners. And the cyclists are everywhere! I love seeing them and would love to be riding around as well, but I have not yet been bold enough to brave the curvy streets around here for fear of cars.
The movie last night at Piedmont was great! There must have been about 10,000 people there, all sprawled out on the lawn with blankets, pillows, food, beverages, you name it. Everyone was so closely packed in that you literally could not walk through the crowd without stepping on people's blankets, but they also had aisles marked out for walking. The best part about it was we were watchhing Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and of course 99% of the people there knew it by heart. So for all the great lines -- "Bueller, Bueller, Bueller", "anyone, anyone...the Great Depression", "he'll keep calling me, he'll keep calling me until I come over" -- the crowd was reciting in unison. And during the parade when Ferris gets up and sings Twist&Shout, about half of the crowd got up and twisted and shouted. It was like a gigantic slumber party in the park!
Other thoughts of the week:
(1) When I get home from being gone for any amount of time, my dog walks right up to me and unabashedly indicates that she must be rubbed and touched immediately as though it is a matter of life and death. She indicates this by whining pathetically and rolling over on her back in such a way that she is covering at least part of my feet. This way I must touch her, even if it is just to move her out of the way. Wouldn't it be great if we, as humans, could so openly express our need for contact every day. Most of us go about our days in our little solitary worlds and even go out of our way to NOT touch people. But I'm not ashamed to admit that at the end of the day I often feel like Kelsey: could someone please just rub my back a little and show me the love?
(2) The more time I spend with The Captain in lab (and the other cadaver, which is female), the more I have been having strange thoughts about our mortality. I expected to be shocked by having to face death on the first day of class and basically get used to the idea, but that's not how it's happened at all. I have gotten used to being around the bodies, the smell, and the idea of dissecting literally EVERY part of the body. I am not, however, getting used to the idea of death itself. It is very strange. I mean, I have thought about it before, and I know we will all die, and I understand that is just the way of the universe, and I am certainly comforted sometimes when I think about heaven versus life on this earth. But it is still just eerie to realize how our bodies work and how vulnerable they are and how we just don't know when life will expire for us. I know this is not the most pleasant of topics, but I am just getting my thoughts out there to try to sort through them. I guess the reality of each day being a gift and not a given is a good way to sum up my thoughts so far.
(3) On a related but different note, as we are learning about the human body, I have been awestruck by the brilliance and intricacy of our bodies. I have learned much of the facts before, but seeing the reality of how everything fits together and realizing how we are literally "knit together" as the Psalmist says has baffled me. I don't see how anyone could possibly believe that anything other than God himself is responsible for taking ONE CELL, a zygote, and creating from that a living and breathing human being. If you have no real conception of what is under your skin, trust me it is absolutely amazing!
(4) And finally, last but not least, I would like to once again comment on my love for Atlanta. This week I have particularly appreciated the exercise-friendliness of the city. I have been running and realizing that no matter where I go, there is always either a sidewalk or a worn trail on the side of the road from previous runners. And the cyclists are everywhere! I love seeing them and would love to be riding around as well, but I have not yet been bold enough to brave the curvy streets around here for fear of cars.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Blog on Pause
Not much to say tonight except to report that this blog will be on hold until sometime next week. The anatomy class has presented me with more information than I can possibly absorb for our test this Thursday, and we still have tomorrow's lecture/dissection on everything dealing with the hand. Needless to say, I will be busy studying until Thursday. Our class will then celebrate Thursday night, assuming we survive the ordeal. Included in the festivities for that evening, we will be going to Screen on the Green at Piedmont Park, which will be Ferris Bueller's Day Off this week. Friday I will leave town for Mobile to go to DeLisa and Nick's wedding. They are friends of mine from Plant Vogtle. We were all baby engineers together. Now they are grown-up engineers, and I decided not to grow up as an engineer.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
The Weekend is Slipping Away...
I suppose before I get caught up in another whirlwind of a week, I may as well record a few thoughts from the weekend....this will be random, but that's just a product of the way my weekend has been.
First of all, after the post on Saturday, I spent the rest of the day studying (sort of). I realized in the late afternoon and evening that my focus problem was probaby resulting from (1) being overwhelmed with mass amounts of information from class, and (2) finally starting to absorb the reality of what I have done over the last few months - as in quit my job, move, and start an entirely new career. Don't get me wrong, I am still happy about the decision, but that doesn't make it any less strange, and it doesn't make me any less lonely when I am buried in books on Saturday night. I spent some time last night trying to decide which church to visit today. As with restaurants and other various venues in Atlanta, there are more churches than I could possibly visit in the next two years. I finally decided to narrow my search to fairly close proximity (staying inside the perimeter). I am not determined to only visit PCA churches, but most of the other church websites I have visited (including some PCA) do not look like what will be a good fit for me.
I narrowed today's choices to about 4 locations and finally decided on the closest one, which was Christ Church Presbyterian. It was a good visit. I unfortunately have in my head a rudimentary grading system, which is not intended to judge the church but nonetheless helps me determine if I want to return. This church had a few people who scored highly on friendliness and a few who scored almost zero. I try to base this on mainly whether people take the initiative to greet me when given the right situation. For example, I sat down in the Sunday school class this morning at a round table across from 3 people. They all simply stared at me for about 20 seconds. Trust me, 20 seconds is a long time to sit across from people like that when you are the visitor. Anyway, finally one of them spoke up. I would have introduced myself first, but I was literally dumbfounded by how inconsiderate these people were. They were not talking amongst themselves, but literally sat there and made eye contact with me without saying a word. Anyway, there were several other people who were much more friendly and inviting. On to other scores... the preaching scored very highly. The senior pastor is British, so he gets points for the pleasant accent, not to mention he was well-spoken and preached straight from the scripture passage, which happened to be in Titus 1. The worship was also good, though I find it hard to immerse myself in worship in a new environment amongst a group of strangers. We had communion, and a slight lack of direction showed through because I had no idea what to do with my little cup when we were done. I didn't even see what anyone else did with theirs, because we were sitting, standing, and singing all during the communion. The atmosphere scored fairly low, though this will not make or break any church for me. The sanctuary almost had a warehouse feel and was decorated (in my opinion) kind of out of date. The best visual part about this room was the art displayed on the back wall, but I didn't notice that until I was on my way out. I guess that's more than enough about the church. I didn't really report on the one I went to last week, Intown Community Church. It scored high on friendliness, worship, and facilities. The preaching was good the morning I was there, but I listened to some older sermons that were kind of lacking direction. This is probably because they are in between senior pastors and have different people preaching every week.
In other news, I have already managed to let my checking account slip to require overdraft protection. Stupid! I haven't yet figured out the optimal plan for trasferring funds each month from my savings to checking (as I have no income), so obviously this month I was a bit late in making that transfer.
I noticed today that there is a Fresh Market on Peachtree Road, not too far from my place. I also noticed that this Fresh Market has a parking garage. A parking garage. For a grocery store. I love it. Thankfully, there is an elevator to prevent having to haul groceries down the stairs.
And last but not least, one more random thought. I have been reading some in Gray's Anatomy to accompany the other 3 books I have for class. I noticed in the author's bio that Henry Gray died at the age of 34. If you have ever read Gray's Anatomy, you will realize that this man accomplished a remarkable amount of work in his 34 years. The book literally describes every tiny portion of every part of every tissue or structure in the human body. It's amazing. To make it even more remarkable, he wrote it in the mid-1800s. I hope that in 6 years, when I am 34, I will have produced even a tenth of the amount of valuable information that Gray has left for us. Unfortunately, this blog will probably not count as part of that valuable information.
First of all, after the post on Saturday, I spent the rest of the day studying (sort of). I realized in the late afternoon and evening that my focus problem was probaby resulting from (1) being overwhelmed with mass amounts of information from class, and (2) finally starting to absorb the reality of what I have done over the last few months - as in quit my job, move, and start an entirely new career. Don't get me wrong, I am still happy about the decision, but that doesn't make it any less strange, and it doesn't make me any less lonely when I am buried in books on Saturday night. I spent some time last night trying to decide which church to visit today. As with restaurants and other various venues in Atlanta, there are more churches than I could possibly visit in the next two years. I finally decided to narrow my search to fairly close proximity (staying inside the perimeter). I am not determined to only visit PCA churches, but most of the other church websites I have visited (including some PCA) do not look like what will be a good fit for me.
I narrowed today's choices to about 4 locations and finally decided on the closest one, which was Christ Church Presbyterian. It was a good visit. I unfortunately have in my head a rudimentary grading system, which is not intended to judge the church but nonetheless helps me determine if I want to return. This church had a few people who scored highly on friendliness and a few who scored almost zero. I try to base this on mainly whether people take the initiative to greet me when given the right situation. For example, I sat down in the Sunday school class this morning at a round table across from 3 people. They all simply stared at me for about 20 seconds. Trust me, 20 seconds is a long time to sit across from people like that when you are the visitor. Anyway, finally one of them spoke up. I would have introduced myself first, but I was literally dumbfounded by how inconsiderate these people were. They were not talking amongst themselves, but literally sat there and made eye contact with me without saying a word. Anyway, there were several other people who were much more friendly and inviting. On to other scores... the preaching scored very highly. The senior pastor is British, so he gets points for the pleasant accent, not to mention he was well-spoken and preached straight from the scripture passage, which happened to be in Titus 1. The worship was also good, though I find it hard to immerse myself in worship in a new environment amongst a group of strangers. We had communion, and a slight lack of direction showed through because I had no idea what to do with my little cup when we were done. I didn't even see what anyone else did with theirs, because we were sitting, standing, and singing all during the communion. The atmosphere scored fairly low, though this will not make or break any church for me. The sanctuary almost had a warehouse feel and was decorated (in my opinion) kind of out of date. The best visual part about this room was the art displayed on the back wall, but I didn't notice that until I was on my way out. I guess that's more than enough about the church. I didn't really report on the one I went to last week, Intown Community Church. It scored high on friendliness, worship, and facilities. The preaching was good the morning I was there, but I listened to some older sermons that were kind of lacking direction. This is probably because they are in between senior pastors and have different people preaching every week.
In other news, I have already managed to let my checking account slip to require overdraft protection. Stupid! I haven't yet figured out the optimal plan for trasferring funds each month from my savings to checking (as I have no income), so obviously this month I was a bit late in making that transfer.
I noticed today that there is a Fresh Market on Peachtree Road, not too far from my place. I also noticed that this Fresh Market has a parking garage. A parking garage. For a grocery store. I love it. Thankfully, there is an elevator to prevent having to haul groceries down the stairs.
And last but not least, one more random thought. I have been reading some in Gray's Anatomy to accompany the other 3 books I have for class. I noticed in the author's bio that Henry Gray died at the age of 34. If you have ever read Gray's Anatomy, you will realize that this man accomplished a remarkable amount of work in his 34 years. The book literally describes every tiny portion of every part of every tissue or structure in the human body. It's amazing. To make it even more remarkable, he wrote it in the mid-1800s. I hope that in 6 years, when I am 34, I will have produced even a tenth of the amount of valuable information that Gray has left for us. Unfortunately, this blog will probably not count as part of that valuable information.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Lack of Blog
I will start by clarifying that the lack of blog this week has not been due to lack of material. It's been a very full and interesting week, but I've been quite busy. Last weekend I was pretty bored hanging around Atlanta mostly by myself, but I won't be bored again for at least another 6 weeks. My summer anatomy class started on Wednesday, and we will will be literally covering the whole body inside and out over the short span of six weeks. I will spare most details on the cadaver experience for a few reasons:
(1) I don't want to offend anyone who doesn't like such subjects.
(2) There really aren't sufficient words to describe the experience.
So if you have been there and done that, then you probably know what I mean. If you have not, trust me it is a unique, disturbing, interesting, humbling, demanding, and invigorating experience. If anyone else who has experienced it would like to offer up some adjectives, please share. I will say that my group is great and I know we will really glean a lot from this course. We have named our cadaver The Captain, so if I reference that name in the future you will know to whom I am referring.
Other happenings of the week included a small dinner party on Tuesday night with a few classmates, a trip to the Fabulous Fox Theatre on Thursday night to see the movie Crash, and the Jimmy Buffet concert last night at the HiFi Buys Amphitheatre. That was my first time to see Jimmy Buffet in concert, and I have to say I enjoyed it for the most part. Unfortunately, about an hour before the show, Atlanta experienced the worst rain and thunderstorm in recent memory, complete with terrifying lightning and raging rivers in the streets. I waited for most of this to pass and decided to go ahead and go to the concert, where we had "lawn" seats. The rain continued on and off for the entire evening, so for the first hour of the concert I was basically miserable and wishing I had not decided to tough it out. But after I was sufficiently soaked and able to stop kicking myself, I thoroughly enjoyed the music and had a great time.
After the concert, our group stopped at Waffle House for coffee and a midnight meal. I am sorry to report that we received absolutely sub-par service. We must have been there 20 minutes before anyone even had a cup of hot coffee in front of them, and the rest of the experience was just as bad if not worse.
Today I have tried my best to study but am having trouble focusing. I decided around 11:30 to go to a nearby cafe and try to study there, but it turned out to be much less cool than it looked. Well, it actually was pretty cool, but there were no other customers. I also didn't see any employees in the cafe, so I wasn't feeling positive about being able to get lunch there. The place is part of Defoor Centre, which also has an art gallery and used book store. I walked through the book store (which is basically like a dilapidated library) and wasn't terribly impressed. One guy, apparently an employee, was sitting in the bookstore but was not very friendly. He obviously likes books more than people, as he managed to make eye contact with me but did not so much as say hello when I cheerily greeted him and asked how he was doing (as any good Southerner would do). So I left that place, picked up a sub to go, and now I'm back home trying to focus here. So far I have managed only to eat my sub and write this blog. Maybe now I will start studying.
(1) I don't want to offend anyone who doesn't like such subjects.
(2) There really aren't sufficient words to describe the experience.
So if you have been there and done that, then you probably know what I mean. If you have not, trust me it is a unique, disturbing, interesting, humbling, demanding, and invigorating experience. If anyone else who has experienced it would like to offer up some adjectives, please share. I will say that my group is great and I know we will really glean a lot from this course. We have named our cadaver The Captain, so if I reference that name in the future you will know to whom I am referring.
Other happenings of the week included a small dinner party on Tuesday night with a few classmates, a trip to the Fabulous Fox Theatre on Thursday night to see the movie Crash, and the Jimmy Buffet concert last night at the HiFi Buys Amphitheatre. That was my first time to see Jimmy Buffet in concert, and I have to say I enjoyed it for the most part. Unfortunately, about an hour before the show, Atlanta experienced the worst rain and thunderstorm in recent memory, complete with terrifying lightning and raging rivers in the streets. I waited for most of this to pass and decided to go ahead and go to the concert, where we had "lawn" seats. The rain continued on and off for the entire evening, so for the first hour of the concert I was basically miserable and wishing I had not decided to tough it out. But after I was sufficiently soaked and able to stop kicking myself, I thoroughly enjoyed the music and had a great time.
After the concert, our group stopped at Waffle House for coffee and a midnight meal. I am sorry to report that we received absolutely sub-par service. We must have been there 20 minutes before anyone even had a cup of hot coffee in front of them, and the rest of the experience was just as bad if not worse.
Today I have tried my best to study but am having trouble focusing. I decided around 11:30 to go to a nearby cafe and try to study there, but it turned out to be much less cool than it looked. Well, it actually was pretty cool, but there were no other customers. I also didn't see any employees in the cafe, so I wasn't feeling positive about being able to get lunch there. The place is part of Defoor Centre, which also has an art gallery and used book store. I walked through the book store (which is basically like a dilapidated library) and wasn't terribly impressed. One guy, apparently an employee, was sitting in the bookstore but was not very friendly. He obviously likes books more than people, as he managed to make eye contact with me but did not so much as say hello when I cheerily greeted him and asked how he was doing (as any good Southerner would do). So I left that place, picked up a sub to go, and now I'm back home trying to focus here. So far I have managed only to eat my sub and write this blog. Maybe now I will start studying.
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