Tales of a Secret Rockstar

Graduating is exhausting.
I'm finished, but definitely not finished learning.
I am I a nerd if I think about writing papers over the summer?

I think the last two weeks of school are my least sociable weeks.
I just don't have the energy.
It's like I'm focusing everything I have into doing what I have to do, so when it comes to talking to people, I'm lost. It's like I forget how to not be awkward. The thing is, I don't really care, because I'm so focused. Thus, I make no apologies, lest I fail to graduate.

The girl is in Armstrong this weekend.
I miss her.

I really love that song "In Christ Alone."
Every time we sing it, I think, "Man, I really needed to hear this song today."

So here's a thought.
I've just been thinking about holiness and other such issues, mostly because I've been having a really difficult time with such issues. But yesterday I was really struck with this fact: Righteousness is a gift. More than that, it is a gift from God himself. I guess that's really what the whole New Testament is about and all, but it just came to me in such a fresh way. I'm having a hard time not making this sound really trite, because really its a huge reality. Probably one of the primary realities of the Christian faith. I guess to me it says that being holy is not something I accomplish, rather it is something already accomplished in me. It is not me transforming myself, but rather letting this righteousness from God, this alien to my flesh, transform me. And this idea of being a new creation does seem so foreign to me sometimes. I identify with the battle of Romans 7. "Clothe yourselves with Christ," Paul says. It's a daily discipline I think, a learned habit. I hope I'm on the right track.

Today was an interesting day.
It's funny when things seem to just make sense.
I was in a car with this couple, and the girl asked me what I wanted to do when I was done school. I told them I wanted to find a job, live, and play a lot of music. I love music. Then, out of the blue, this girl said something really interesting. She was like, "Yeah, you know its great when people do what they're created to do. I think if Christians all started doing what they were each created to do, the church would be a lot cooler." That made a lot of sense to me. And I was excited for two reasons:
1. When I'm playing drums, I feel like that's the thing I was created to do. I feel like I have something, like I add some kind of flavour that no one else can. That excites me, but also freaks me ou, because music isn't all that practical or safe.
2. I had just had a really good talk with another friend of mine about the whole idea of having dreams, and doing what we feel like we were meant to do. It was cool that these two conversations kind of melded together.

So maybe I should be a rockstar. Or at least a muscian. Maybe God wants me to do this after all.

P.S. I'm playing another show with my brother April 17, at the Wired Monk in Langley (Murrayville, not downtown). We'll probably start around 7:00-7:30. Anyone who reads this should come. It will be sweet.