So I'm not working out in the mornings. I got up today, had breakfast (which is wonderful, btw), then went to a Bible Study taught by Bishop James Walker. He was talking about Chronicles, and went on an historical journey that ended up making David come to life in a way at which I could only marvel. Then I went to a class on teaching the Bible by Carole Richardson. It occurs to me that our church is really focused on teaching, on encouraging individuals to explore God's Word for themselves, and that is WONDERFUL news for me! I just happen to think that if we stick to Biblical literalism we put God into our box; I believe God still speaks. In order for us to hear God, we must sometimes change our preconceived ideas; we must always make ourselves available to the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. By the way, I'm loving this CME Unity Summit -- the teaching gives me hope for the future of our church.
I got my sweat on at noon. Although I only did about 15 mins of cardio before my sets and about 10 minutes afterwards, I must have really been huffing and puffing. A woman at the elevator asked me if I was going to be ok. I tried to explain to her that pushing yourself past your limits is part of the fun of working out, but I don't think she bought it.
There was an AWESOME teaching/training for pastors by Rev. Hames from Beebe Memorial in Oakland(?). During that time, I had the same conversations with my staff that always drive me nuts, and found that I was selected to be the Liberty's Season Subscriber of the Game on Saturday. Unfortunately, you have to be at the game to win the tix, so the one game I miss is the game where I woulda gotten something. Go figure.
Tonight was a concert by the Williams Brothers. While much of their singing is sincere Gospel and some of it truly inspired me, there's also quite a bit of showmanship. I just don't believe people's dancing under the inspiration of the Spirit happens on cue, and club music is club music no matter what lyrics you put to them. As much as I'm in favor of dancing before the Lord, I think that we can sometimes create a club atmosphere and cross the line into just partying. And there's nothing wrong with partying before the Lord, but we need to know we're partying, and not be thinking the Holy Ghost has us all caught up. I hope that doesn't sound negative. It was a great concert. And while we did worship God during the concert, it was still a concert.
Anyway. After the concert I came home. Kevin called and I chatted with him for a while. I also chatted with some folks about the very large lady who sat on my during the concert. I used to be a much larger woman, but I hope and think that I was a bit more considerate. If there's only one seat left and you know you take up more than one seat, DON'T TRY TO SQUEEZE YOUR BUTT INTO THE ONE SEAT!!!! This lady sat down on/beside me and I literally could not move. She had more bulk than I do (And I train five days a week; she was kinda square), and though I tried to cross my legs to give her more room, I slowly felt my left side going numb. My arms were pinned to my sides from shoulder to elbow, so when I clapped, I looked like a seal. I stood up for a while, both to get my circulation back and hoping she'd take a hint, but she just spread out to the point where I couldn't sit back in my seat. Eventually someone I knew left early, saw my distress, and directed me to their former seat. Thanks be to God!
So I came home and talked to Kevin, and the other folks and then I got a craving for beignets. I knew I shouldn't have them. I think my
So my midnite beignet run has ended, and I'm going to bed.
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