To the Angel of the Church in Adkison write...

Well, sorry about not having written anything in a really, really, really, really long time. There just hasn't been very much to write about as of late. Life was going alright, till this night (Monday night) when it all of the sudden went great!

Tonight we had our last social club meeting of the year. For those of you who don't know, I am in the social club Beta Omega Chi (BOX for short) and it is basically the greatest club/frat in the history of universities every where.

And tonight, they elected me Spiritual Life Director.

Not to sound really cheesy, but I am so honored.

I already have somewhat of a reputation as a preacher in the group. That is...a hellfire and brimstone preacher. I'll never forget that day on 3rd floor Keller during visitation week when I was told to yell out the loudest, fiercest and "brimstone-est" sermon I can holler. So, I cleared my throat and summoned the old, crazy-eyed hellfire preacher hidden deep inside of me, and I gave a quick sermon. I sermon that involved the usual: an urgent call to repentance, the unending agony of hell, the damnation of the lost and the fact that in the end, Satan's demonic, half-breed children will crawl up from the underworld to devour those not saved. And thus, I entered the club.

I thought the girl running on the sidewalk below looked like a person in need of a good, morbid sermon. She didn't come forward, but I like to think I planted a seed.

During pledge week, I was called on yet again to preach to the masses, this time, from the back seat of our former club president's car. So, I sat in the backseat, my head pocking out of the window, screaming out the greatest verses of Revelation. I was to preach all the way from Downtown Church of Christ back to Harding, which is only about a mile away-but it seemed to be so much longer. So much painfully longer. And what made it worse, we stopped at a red light.

So here I am, screaming at the top of my lungs about fire raining down from the heavens, demons popping out from the ground and the anti-christ jumping out on to the stage saying "Surprise"!!!! Luckily our most honorable president let me finish my sermon early because my voice was going and I was about to start coughing up blood.

And that is why I love BOX so much.

So, here I am, the Spiritual Life Director (which is no small position) for this amazing club. Boy, am I nervous. But, boy, do I feel ready. I just ask all of you guys reading this that ya'll pray for me next semester that I live up to the expectations of my club next year. I just pray that I don't mess this up. But, I don't think I will-'cause this little verse popped into my head.

"...for such a time as this..." from Esther.

Well, I don't know if it is that dramatic, but I know I got this position for a reason. And I'm going to fulfill that reason. Even if I do have to give a sermon or two on the seven-headed dragon and his evil babies if I have to. (ha-ha)

So, here I go.

P.S. In case you were wondering-this was my pledge name

(In dramatic, harsh voice)
TO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN ADKISON WRITE, THESE ARE THE WORDS OF HIM WHO HAS THE SHARP DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD, "I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE". FROM THE BOOK OF JOHN MARK, CHAPTER TWO VERSES TWELVE THROUGH THIRTEEN.