Absent Minded

Hello all!

How are you all? Well it's been a while since I posted last with a real post and not my term paper, so let me fill you in on how life has been treating me. This post may be long so please hang with me.

So I mailed Andella two copies of CDs (for ministry use only). They were Jeremy Camp: Restored and David Crowder: Lime. They both are excellent CDs. I recommend them, but I think I've said that before. I also sent her a picture I drew of her. I am not a good artist. I basically suck at drawing. But she seemed to like it; or so I think. Along with the picture and CDs, I sent a letter in which I confessed to her my true feelings toward her. For those who don't know I like her a lot. I don't want to say anything too in depth of my feelings. But I will just say this; I think she has a talent that comes from God. I have a calling on my life to minister the Gospel to others and it is my belief that together she and I would make a good team. Maybe that's just an old man's foolishness. Regardless, I did something that does not come naturally to me. I have always had a difficult time saying that stuff. It's been my downfall on many occasions.

But moving on, for my term paper I had to write a narrative essay. That's an essay where we basically have to tell a story and narrate it; hence the title: Narrative Essay. I couldn't think of a topic to do it on so I chose the retreat I gave my life to the Lord at, The Burn. Personally, I thought it turned out well after I made my corrections. I had a few grammar issues in there. Curse my poor grammar. But I am hoping to witness to the teacher and anyone else who reads it. I have never been vocal about my faith so this is a step.

In my WWII class, I've been hung up on corruptible officials who could sell out a potential 10 million people to preserve old church buildings in Southern Germany (if you want to know more ask me). SO we watched a video about the Nazi's invasion of Poland. I could see the cold-hearted malice in the eyes of the leaders of the Polish sectors, with the exception of one (he was in charge of Danzig; he wouldn't kill the people on sight or send them to concentration camps as much as the others would. Instead he classified Pollocks as Germans on a large scale merely by appearance. He was a good man.) . But the next day I turned in my paper and went to Wal-Mart and picked up some hair dye. I am trying a new color. Believe it or not I am trying black. I felt sinister the first few days with it. But now I feel rightly normal.

Later on Thursday night, I talked to Andella about the letter I sent, and she didn't have the same feelings I did. I was totally heart-broken. I am taking a risk writing this online where everyone can see it. But I had to learn that forgiveness is a virtue I need to learn; both on receiving and giving it. I am asking for forgiveness right now, Andella. I won't tell why on the post but ask me why.
Friday rolled around and I went to the CH as usual. I wasn't in the mood for it. I was down and crabby. It took a long time to get in a better mood. I played some foosball and was in the mood I am mostly while there. I was happier. Then afterwards we went to watch Napoleon Dynamite at Justine's apartment. It was ok. Then everyone but me was sick of it. So we watched "Shall We Dance." TERRIBLE! It's nothing like the commercials play it out to be. At 4 AM we went home.

On Saturday I didn't do anything. I don't know why. I tried calling Rob and Boyum. Rob thought I went bowling. Boyum was in Duluth. So I vegged all day. Sunday came and so did church. I went and Pastor Aaron preached. I wasn't in the mood to hear a sermon. But when Communion came I examined my heart and recognized bitterness, anger, envy, jealousy, depression, and a few other things I didn't need in it. When I acknowledged them and rebuked them I felt so much better and happier. No more did Satan weigh down my heart. I don't know what else to write other than I was hoping New England would win the Super Bowl. I don't like New England, but my dislike for Philadelphia is so much more. So thanks Pats for not letting Phillie take the game.
Well I suppose that just about closes all my week and this entry. I am sorry it's not as detailed as usual but it's an entire week crammed into a single posting. So take care and have a safe week. And since my name is Dangeresque Dan I suppose I'd be needing a slogan. How does this work? "Keep in Dangeresque at all times, because Safety Sam lurks about always!" I don’t know. I am open to suggestions.


Dangeresque Dan