Life

C'est pour cela aussi que nous nous efforçons de lui être agréables, soit que nous demeurions dans ce corps, soit que nous le quittions. Car il nous faut tous comparaitre devant le tribunal de Christ, afin que chacun reçoive selon le bien ou le mal qu'il aura fait, étant dans son corps.
2 Corinthiens 5.9-10

Therefore we also have as our ambition, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to Him. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be recompensed for his deeds in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.


What made me think of these verses was the Thursday chapel message by Roger Peugh. He showed us how deeply words, careless or not, can hurt others. Now I was sure that there exists a verse saying that we will give an account for every careless word we speak. Not finding that one, I thought of these. I'm still thinking of them.

My apologies for not posting earlier. This week I had several tests plus Homecoming, which entails a few responsibilities for senators. Let's see, if I wanted to give you a snapshot through one day, Thursday would be a good example.

6:00 - wake up and shower
6:30 - back to sleep (don't laugh)
8:00 - get ready, eat breakfast
9:00 - work at Language department
10:00 - chapel
11:00 - work again
12:00 - fast lunch
12:30-2:00 - Sociology
2:30-4:00 - work at library
4:00-5:10 - meeting with Senate's Alpha Dining committee and Sodexho personnel
5:30 - supper
7:00-9:00 - Festival Chorus practice
9:15-9:50 - Poetry Club
10:30-12 a.m. - help decorate dining hall for Homecoming Banquet

Probably the busiest day this week.

Sometimes it feels like everything solid is slipping away. Habakkuk must have felt like that, when God told him that the Chaldeans would invade Judah.

I heard and my inward parts trembled,
At the sound my lips quivered.
Decay enters my bones,
And in my place I tremble.
Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress,
For the people to arise who will invade us.
Though the fig tree should not blossom
And there be no fruit on the vines,
Though the yield of the olive should fail
And the fields produce no food,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold,
And there be no cattle in the stalls,

Yet I will exult in the Lord,
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength,
And He has made my feet like hinds' feet,
And makes me walk on my high places.