Wednesday, June 24, 2009


Y'all do me a favor, 'k? Be tools of the Lord!

Tell me to get off my butt and "write" this dinky lil teeninsy 2-page "essay" on my religious background and why in the hell I want to take seminary classes. It's the only thing I haven't done yet and the only thing keeping me from puttin' the application in the mail. That dang ol' debble, or somethin', is runnin' a movin' chicane to keep me from gittin' it done!


A "movin' chicane"?

My guess it is less diabolical than that. Organizing scattered thoughts in to some kind of coherent whole is never easy; doing it about something as personal, and deeply intertwined with one's identity, makes it that much more difficult. I believe you are doing the organizing just fine, have an idea of a beginning, middle, and end, and are just afraid of putting it down and sending it out.

At least, that's my own experience of how this kind of thing plays out.
Actually, knowing the "reporting" is already done -- with the notes tucked here and there in my head -- it's just a matter of sitting down and starting the think through my fingers as I type.

Won't take long. But I know it will be somewhat intense. And so far I've either had the time, or the energy, or the want-to, but not all at the same time!

Movin' chicane: "A chicane is an artificial feature creating extra turns in a roadway, used in motor racing and on city streets to slow cars. On modern raceways, chicanes are usually located after long straightaways, making them a prime location for overtaking. ... 'Mobile chicane" and 'moving chicane' are terms describing a driver ... who does not move out of the way of the front-runners quickly enough when about to be lapped ... and who thus creates problems ... for the driver behind."

From Wiki. Now ya know. :-)
So, why do you?
For yourself?
To "serve" others?
For a "calling"?
To understand God better?
To capture and control God better?
To feel better about being alone in the universe?
To capture that ole tyme feeling?
Schroom stuff?
Say what?
I've been wondering whatcha doing myself?
Because the subject fascinates me. Because I can incorporate some of it into my study of Indians and their meetup with Europeans. Because I would be a better-informed servant to the church, since launching an MTS would get me started in the general direction of an M.Div. were I to decide to change directions slightly, and because the M.Div. in the basic credential for any kind of formal ministering occupation. Because it is one way, but the only way, I could further answer myt call as a communicator and explainer of complex subject matter, a call I have alrwady been answering for 25 years as a journalist and for eight years as a half-assed historian. To better understand a small sliver of humankind's search for God and to understand God. Stuff like that.
All that's rationale.
No, really, why?
Put another way, if you don't do it what will be missing?
Ah college admission essays. The best thing about them is that people rarely save copies of them to look at 4 years later, saving themselves the embarrassment of having to read them. :)
Ah, heck! Just do it! If you don't want to come, you don't have to. But if you don't turn the dang thing in, you won't have a choice. Don't make more of it than it is. You're just telling us a little of your story. You'll get to write the term papers later. :) If it helps, write it in a blog post first. I find the confines of blog window sometimes helps me get started on things like that.
Re, "Put another way, if you don't do it what will be missing?"

The scratch to my itch! And the itch will remain.
"The scratch to my itch! And the itch will remain."

Now that is what you write about, not the other stuff.

Linda has a good suggestion. Write it here and let your critique group rip you up first.
Yep. No "plans" ever propelled me to do anything I've done. It was always some kind of itch! :-)

Now I'm making a masd dash to UCO and OSU-Stillwater to get transcripts because in my sloth I've let the deadline get too dang close for me to trust the mail! Adios!
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