Notes to My Siblings

To continue the "laugh at Moriah" post from like 2011... I went to DC with my college roomie this last summer. We were taking the train in and coming back after dark, and I reasoned that taking my pocket knife (read: 4 inch blade) was a logical step. Museum security checkpoints, however didn't line up with my reasoning. I was told to "get rid of it" if I wanted to come in. So, for the next 4 museums we visited, we took a stroll through the bushes before and after to hide and retrieve my knife. At the end of the day, we headed home. With the knife. Take that, Smithsonian security. Every fall, our school does the TP Game (yeah, my school is awesome). First game of the season, and when we score the first basket, we incur a technical foul by throwing rolls of [clean] toilet paper on the court. Well, the students living off campus usually help themselves to a few rolls of school provided game TP for their houses. We lived off campus, but instead of walking out w

The word discipline always has an ominous sound to it. When I think of discipline, I associate it with doing something wrong or failing. Today I'm looking at it differently. Discipline is learning to do something right and well. Discipline is rolling out of bed at 5:30am to work out when the snooze button is calling your name. Learning to deal with physical unpleasantness and pain. Discipline is pulling out your Bible and slogging through a chapter or two, even when God feels miles away. Learning to seek God regardless of how you feel. Discipline is learning and training, not punishment. ...God disciplines us for our good, in order that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12:10b-11