Soul Espresso.
On my way to school today I turned the station a few times…. 98.1… 100.7… 97.3…. No good country was playing. I switched the radio off and decided that Jesus was more important than George Strait, so I began to pray. I finally pulled into the parking garage at ACC, put the car in park, and opened the door to get out. As my door opened I heard some praise and worship music coming from a nearby car. I walked over to the vehicle where the music was coming from and smiled. There was a woman getting out of her car. “That is a refreshing sound,” I said to her. She returned the smile and said, “Jesus is good.”
The love of Jesus was so evident in her eyes…
My run-in with her was better than a triple grande white chocolate mocha!
Soul coffee… my cup runneth over!
Thank you Jesus.
I Am the Church of Many
I have a little box
It’s safe, small and pretty
I love to praise the Lord
And for sinners I have no pity
I go to church every Sunday
There is a pew reserved for me
I know when to sit, and when to stand
I know exactly how to be
I would invite you in
But I heard that you are a mess
Stinky, smelly, and rotten
You can never be holy or blessed
For I am the church of many
And much holier than thou
Now excuse us while we close our doors
It’s time for us to bow
New Family!
Jesus blessed Devon and David with a precious little baby girl, Ariana! I love this family! Congrats you two!
My Crazy Ecstasy Professor
Many different comments were made about our teacher before she entered the classroom. None of us had actually taken any of her classes before, but we had heard interesting stories. As I sat there pondering how much I hated History and how much I wanted coffee– a short/stout white lady dressed in jeans, a solid polo, and hideous hiking boots entered the room. A hush fell over the rest of the students as we all studied her entry to the front.
She had kind of a nervous laugh as she introduced herself and her hands somewhat shook as she passed out the syllabus. Her voice was quivery and quiet as she continued to speak. Then all of a sudden her voice got louder, her hands shot up in the air, and she made a crazy face. Out of the blue she began to talk about ecstasy. Not knowing whether to laugh or run from the room, I looked around to see everyone’s response. The room stayed quiet and somewhat uncomfortable as we sat there looking at our new professor. Before we could make ourselves feel any more awkward, she began laughing! At this, the classroom exploded with laughter. I wasn’t sure why I was laughing at first… but the harder she laughed, the harder we did as well. She was contagious, crazy and a little spooky. From that day forward she was my “Crazy Ecstasy Professor”.
The semester was a fun one and very interesting at times. I began to understand history better than I ever had. Her crazy voices and faces kept my attention as she giggled at herself throughout her lectures. One day after class she pulled me aside and began asking me questions about “Christian views” on slavery. My participation in class and questions toward her sparked her interest for my opinion. A teacher had never asked me my opinion on such matters before. Excited, I gave her my thoughts. From that day forward she became more interested in my views, and I became more interested in History. I began to visit her after class on occasion just to say hello. Hallway passings would make me giggle as she would awkwardly throw her hand in the air, laugh nervously, smile big, and give that one-of-a-kind greeting.
I was very saddened when I found out that my professor, Kristene Boeke, passed away last week during spring break. This came as a shock to our student body, her friends and family. She will never be forgotten and her laugh will always ring in my memory.
May we continue to pray for her family, friends and students.
For you, Boeke =) Thanks for caring, teaching and laughing.
My 1st Blog
It’s true… I’m a newbie! I guess you could say that I was inspired by my pastor, Pastor Robin, to have a blog. I guess we will see how it goes! I have many opinions, stories and lala’s to say– so read if you want… ignore if you’d rather.
ps- Happy Good Friday!
