Well, I’m back in Baton Rouge for the week! A good friend of mine is getting married on Saturday so I thought I’d come in a few days early and hang with my people. I don’t know who all is in town. For all I know, I’m going to end up spending the whole week on the couch eating lots of ice cream all alone. No one with whom to eat ice cream. The biggest human tragedy recorded in history. We can only hope that’s not a foreshadowing of my future self.
I have good news! I have a roof over my head for the upcoming fall semester! Isn’t that just wonderful?! (It’s amazing what the prospect of not having something so common to man will do to you.) I was planning on living off campus in the fall but it just totally fell through at the end of last semester, and I really had a peace about living on campus anyway. The problem was that the whole campus was full, so if I applied I would automatically be put on a waiting list. But alas! I checked my housing status and I’ll be living on campus! Tada! I don’t know what it is, but God obviously wants me in the dorms for another year. And so there I shall be.
It seems like every week God has something new up His sleeve to teach me. This week’s lesson has been humbling. I’ve been listening to sermons on tape ALL week. From John Piper to Francis Chan to Beth Moore to Matt Chandler. And what these men and women have to say will set your pants on fire! (Make no connection to the “liar liar” analogy.) It’s kind of like they stick a rocket up your butt and send you to the moon. And God has revealed some LIFE-CHANGING truths through their words. However, at the end of the day, I was EXHAUSTED. I didn’t think my brain could listen to another word said about Jesus, which is terrible to say! But my heart was so tuckered out. And then it hit me. These sermons do not substitute or even begin to replicate time spent in the secret places of the Heart of God. It’s not even that they “do not” substitute. It’s that they CAN NOT substitute. If you spend all your time talking about God like He’s not in the room and never actually getting vulnerable and intimate with Him, you will never go deeper. You will always be sweeping the surface of the soil, seeking desperately for the Living water which lies beneath.