....like a northern alberta chimney in january, baby.

Smokin.

Tonight for youth group we rented a fog machine, cranked it up, and then ran around playinf capture the smurf and hitting kids with socks. And when I say fog, I mean you can see maybe fifteen feet in front of you. maybe. None of these kids will want to smoke after tonight. Its a triple play, you have fun, teach kids the harmful effects of smoking, and any potheads passing by who happen to see the curly whisps of cloud billowing out the front doors are sayin "duuuuuuuuude. I know where I'm worshipping sunday morning." The thought of McLauren baptist church doubling as a giant bong is an interesting outreach philosophy, but I doubt we need to go beyond speculation on that one.

Well, life sure is nothing like what I had imagined it would be like on the plane home from Frankfurt. I am going to school tuesdays and thrusdays and then working longs days with Gpec as a chainman on a surveying team. Mon, Tues, and Wed evenings are basketball and friday nights are youth. Life is real busy and the days are flying by. I haven't blogged in a month or so because it just got real full real fast.

School is going well, first class of the day is popular music histroy, in which we listen to music, which is harder than it seems at times depending on what is being played. Next is Social Problems, and that class is hard for me to function in because we talk alot about this or that when there is only one problem in the world. That problem is sin. Everything else is the fallout. Everyone is cursed, everyone is broken, everyone is a slave, nobody can fix us. Jesus is the solution for the problem of sin, the problem that will plague us until Jesus has had enough and he comes and sets everything right. So my initial reaction is to dismiss everything in that class ; all the problems, all the different ways of looking at the problem and such, but in order to do well and to be present there I cannot dismiss those things. So therein lies my conundrum. I will prevail. Next is soccer, where I chase after the ball like a little kid and forget about the discussion that 15 minutes about had me pulling my hair out. Soccer equals therapy plus fun cubed. I LOVE Soccer! I HEART Soccer, as some might say. Thats not usually me. I hope that is never me again :) Then I have Music theorey, which despite its practical value to me, I struggle to enjoy because the professor is a wonderful man whom I would be a great friend with I am sure if I knew him better, but he is slightly on the dreary side. I have been known to take exceptionally long water breaks during this 80 minute episode :)

Work is alright. I work with Ken, an interesting guy whose dream job would be voice casting for cartoons. He could do it too. I get samples every day. Hes a good guy who sticks to the rules of life pretty much and does not believe in God and thinks that we will find life somewhere out in space sometime down the road. He's and evolutionist. I don't get that. The more I live the sillier that idea becomes to me. Take a two minute walk and take a look around outside. Talk with a friend or loved one. Watch a sunset. Then try to explain to yourself how it all came from a bunch of cells or ameba, the stuff you grow in pitri dishes and whatnot. How absurd! The greatest painter in the world can not even come close to capturing the glory of a sunset. Our world is nothing but pure and total creativity unleashed and given life. Human creations don't hold a candle. Our explanations for the world around us are equally adequate. Infinitely Intelligent design. Endlessly Artistic design. Creation. God.

Well...I don't know what else to write...Living with Brandon Somerville is great, I like that guy a lot. Steve hopper is moving in tomorrow if all goes according to plan, so that will spice things up big time, he was a friend of mine throughout school, for years and years. If I seem to have a random streak within me, I blame him largely for that. ha ha, some good times should lie ahead.

After I sleep of course, see ya.