A Bit of Relief

Ahh, I get a day off tomorrow for the first time in quite a while. Which is good because I have a lot of things to do. In the last 10 days I have worked about 120 hours. And this is following being on a youth group retreat. That's a lot of working for someone who has a lazy disposition. I think best wasting time. So now I am attempting to write an essay on how I would approach the youth ministry at a church in the St. Louis area that I said I would do last week. I can't concentrate on it worth anything. And on top of being fatigued and restless, I am frustrated with several things that I have no control over. That frustration stems from "why can't you just do what you are supposed to do!" It's not a productive frustration.

Okay, so I am ticked off at the next generation coming up and their total lack of responsibility and their utter selfishness and disrespectfulness.

There, you now can share in the total uselessness of the frustration. This has been the story of every generation for quite a while, including mine. But it makes writing an essay on how you would approach youth ministry very difficult. It comes across as idealistic, bitter, and arrogant all at the same time. I think I need to start over. Or it may not be nearly as bad as I think, but I don't feel like proofreading it now. I'm to tired and frustrated and restless.

So tomorrow this is what I hope to do. SLEEP IN! Have lunch with a friend who is moving, have a Bible study with another friend, play softball with my niece, have dinner with my family, and then replace the tail-light in my car (that tornado hail put a nice hole right through it.)

In fun news, I went out this evening and bought my niece a glove, bat, and some softballs. She wants to try out for the junior high team, but has never played before. I hope to take advantage of it while she is interested at least. So tomorrow she starts getting softball lessons. At the least, it is good positive time spent together, and at the most, it is something she can become interested in and get good at.

I hope you enjoyed this random post. Be prepared to possibly hear the "Kids Suffer Greatest Because They Don't Have to Suffer at All" idealistic rant. I may just bash our whole culture and its backward look at suffering. And this coming from someone who would gladly chose no suffering and has generally had it very easy (see first paragraph).

Or just chalk this post up to a restless mind trying to find release and avoiding an essay. I should read something and go to bed. I'm getting old.

--written to the Don McLean-"Classics" which I usually find nice and relaxing, but at the moment I am now irritated and Vincent and that stupid levee for being dry. It's not Don's fault.