Christ has died.
Christ is risen.
Christ will come again.

My four years of college education will come to a conclusion in less than a month. Kinda bizarre. I look back at the guy who lived on the fourth floor of Daniel South and he’s a very different guy than the one that’s about to move out of Starlite 7 [the main difference most likely being facial hair]. There’s, however, still much to be learned.

I’ve decided to move back home for the summer and work with the youth group at my home church. It’ll be a good time to serve, take a breather, and seek some direction for my life. After that, the sky is the limit. I wouldn’t be opposed to bumming around the world for a while. A lot of thoughts were birthing in my mind as this semester began. But they were quickly overshadowed by the demands of formal education. I think time and space would prove beneficial.

I echo with Paul: “I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.”

Tonight, the coldness of bare feet on a moonlit path woke me from a seemingly endless, yet barely three night, slumber. I found myself looking up at a sky flooded with stars, assured of a coming restoration.

God, who for our redemption didst give thine only-begotten Son to the death of the cross, and by his glorious resurrection hast delivered us from the power of our enemy: Grant us so to die daily to sin, that we may evermore live with him in the joy of his resurrection.

Amen.