Because I usually end up forgetting just about everything I learn and do at these retreats (I guess it's called a conference now), I shall blog it this time.
Today was a hectic day, filled with delayed flights and a bit of frustration, but not too bad.
Woke up, ate breakfast while my parents lectured me on getting a "skill" so I wouldn't have to worry in the future (and therefore, they wouldn't have to worry for me). My brother must get this talk everyday. I'm quite happy with my decision to move a decent distance away from my parents for college. I left home a bit angry, honestly, I just hate ..that...conversation with my parents. At the same time, I don't know when is the next time I will see my parents. Not sure if I'm coming back for spring break, and I start my internship the week after school ends.
I've been thinking about parents a lot. In how disappointed I am in myself and in my parents for the relationship we have. I look at other kids laughing and joking with their parents...I wish I could have fun with my parents. But no, dinner conversations are just about the food being served, quiet car rides, among other things.
But who am I to judge them as parents? I began to wonder this morning in the terminal, I wonder if they regret being parents. They gave so much of their effort and lives to being parents, support me through college financially, yet receive so little back.
Anyway, PHL->MDW->STL. Arrived in STL an hour late, thought it would be much later after a lot of the annoyances I went through. Checked into the hotel, checked into Urbana, then ran to Imo's for pizza with Northwestern people. Then went to the main session with Northwestern people because Billy/Eddie/Dan didn't arrive yet.
The speaker spoke on Luke 4, the passage about being getting upset at Jesus. I've done the passage in family group, but it still feels weird. The people get upset at Jesus because He didn't do what they want. What bothers me is that Jesus sort of just cut them off before they even could do anything. But I guess they got angry, so it means they were thinking of what they did.
Maybe I'm being like those people. Feeling like I know what Jesus can do for me. Putting him in a box.
Afterwards, I ditched my AAIV group and found Billy. We wandered around for a bit and ended up at a Irish Pub/Restaurant. Ate a really good pulled lamb sandwich, but it was really expensive. Came back to the hotel, met the c4 guys downstairs, then went back upstairs when Dan Wu came back. Good to be with these guys.
No comments:
Post a Comment