A tale for the ages...

Reading further may cause irreparable damage to the brain and an unfounded fear of white porcelan. I am listening to Depeche Mode right now and that seems to be thereputic to some extent, but let me assure you this will be a long healing process.

I don't think I need to go into dramatic detail.

I Recieved a call at my grandparents house from my taller than average roommate who goes by the alias Steven Hopper. Thats not his real name. Its gotta be Pablo or something. Anyway, I grab the phone from my grandmother and put the reciever to my ear and recieve the transmission.

"Kaleb...we have a slight problem"

Thats not so bad, I can handle slight problems. But something is amiss, I can feel it. The ten seconds of silence following tell me that indeed this is no slight problem, but in fact a super problem.

"The toilet is stuck in reverse."

Immediately one question comes to mind, and indeed the future of all mankind hinges on the cataclysmic answer. I can hardly utter the words, my mind reeling at the apocalyptic implications. Dare I even ask? I stand Paralyzed...but what is this? breath rising, lips forming words. I hear myself voice the fatal query.

"Is there poop?"

I hold my breath along with all of creation, the universe suspended in sheer anticiapation. Awaiting my fate, my soul looks skyward from its mortal shell and sighs an appeal for divine providence to save the day.

"Dude...we got poop."

Indeed these are dark days. The end is coming. The abominationt that causes desolation has surfaced in my bathroom, and surely if God had not cut these days short, many would perish.

Alright, that was the most dramatic I've gotten in a while. Yes this actually did happen, yes there was poop, and YES, I have some awesome roommates who had everything cleaned by the time I got back from my basketball game. So thanks Brandon and Steve, you guys rule.

I love sleep. I wish I could sleep for 3 days, waking up every three hours to savor the fact that I still have hours of sleep ahead. That is like heaven.

Heard a great message about the virgin birth the other day. Isaiah said to Isaiah the prophet to go to King Ahaz and tell him to ask God for a sign, any sign he wanted. Ahaz blew that one, saying "I will not put the LORD to the test." What an idiot. I mean he was quoting scripture there, but he knew that if God gave him a sign he would have to change his ways. So he covered it up with "spirituality" mm mm mm, shouldn't do that. God is not impressed and says, fine. I will give you a sign anyway. The virgin shall be with child, and he shall be called Immanuel (God with us) And the nature of the sign reveals the nature of God. Because the virgin birth is indeed an incredible miracle. But how would you know? How can you see that sign? Its right in front of us, yet its hidden. This is the nature of our God, hiding signs and revelations of his glorious being all around us, all the time. And he does this so we may seek him, and find him.

May you seek God and seek him with all your heart. And may you find him in the most incredible and simple and hidden and special way. And may you find him right under your nose.

And may your toilet not become a volcano :)
Peace be with you!