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Internship updates:

  • 7 down, 7 to go – I received a rejection by e-mail (a novel response!) yesterday. Sorry, Kathleen – The Patriot Ledger’s out!
  • But more importantly – I received a phone call today from the mecca of Southern magazine internships. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! Southern Progress wants to interview me! I’ve got an interview with Health magazine on the 15th. You can add that to your prayer lists. 🙂
  • But in the meantime, don’t stop here. Read the next entry! Don’t skip over it just because you see something newer. 🙂

    Sacrilege or sainthood?

    You think the sound of Bible pages turning is nice? Try the sound of ripping them out.

    Okay, just one page – and before you get your panties in a twist, I should probably explain myself.

    It seems that I’m too hard on my Bibles. It’s not that I read them too much (I only wish that were the problem!) – they just have a tendency to fall apart on me.

    The pages of my Bible have separated from the binding. The last two pages of maps split from one another, leaving the innards of the book’s bonded leather cover exposed. I’ve had this particular Bible for just under two years. I promise you I haven’t read it that much.

    Actually, this is the second time I’ve had a Bible fall apart on me. Two years ago, the end of Revelation fell out of my NIV Student Bible. I was extremely disappointed – that’s the best part! That’s where we win! The deterioration of that text lead to the purchase of my NIV Thinline (eggplant in color. I thought I was so original, and then Alisa came home one day with the exact same Bible! :))

    When I realized that both are Zondervan products, I decided that they must be out to get me. Alisa brought home their customer service number for me. This morning, I finally remembered to give them a call in an effort to straighten things out.

    That straightening took no longer than the amount of time I spent on hold. After reading the ISBN to the customer service rep, he asked for my name and address. “You’ll receive a replacement Bible in 6-10 business days,” he informed me.

    The process was so easy, in fact, that all I’m expected to do in return is to send them a thin piece of paper with the reason for the replacement written on it.

    As I ripped the requested title page from my Bible, I thought, “Surely Zondervan deserves a shout-out.”

    Customer service in exchange for destroying a small part of the Bible? Whatever works. 😉

    (And before you get up in arms about that, realize I am being faceitious. It’s a title page! And a book, for goodness sake – not the actual word of God. Respect it, yes, but I don’t deify it. ;))

    And when she says she wants somebody else I hope you know she doesn’t mean you

    It all makes so much sense now.

    I’ve ranted and lamented my way through the hurt and anger of my recent break-up (20 days and counting). Some of my friends have endured far more than their obligatory earful. Of those, a few have joyfully accepted their role and joined in the raging.

    My bitterness isn’t directed at the ex (though I reserve the right to regress!) Now I vacillate between fascination with the opposite sex and an abhorrant attitude toward men. At lunch on Tuesday, my friend Natalie was eager to add her perspective to what’s wrong with dating – especially among Christians.

    That male bashing attitude came to the front of our conversation again on Friday night. We completed the tour of my apartment and moved to the living room to plot our next moves. As the conversation turned back to dating, her words surprised me.

    “Did you know that Junior was going to ask you out?” she asked.

    No!” I exclaimed.

    The next evening after our girl-power lunch, Natalie had discussed dating (and the problems that lie within) with Junior. I’m supposing that it was during this conversation that this piece of information was shared.

    Based on the comments that he made during their discussion, she guessed that he didn’t get around to asking me out because of the general attitude toward dating in that particular church group.

    You guessed it – it’s the hyper-Josh Harris “Not only have I kissed dating goodbye, but I’m not going to go on a date unless I know that it’s with the person that I’m going to marry” mindset.

    Thus begins yet another rant about the Christian dating scene. No complaints – I warned you that it was coming! 😉

    Natalie and I agreed that there must be something wrong when there are a large number of fantastic Christian men and women, and virtually no one is dating. I know plenty of beautiful Christian girls who are in their late teens or their twenties and have never even been asked on a date.

    That’s not normal. Heck – I would go so far as to say that’s not healthy!

    Go ahead and laugh. Tell me that my rage about this phenomenon is based in my recent break-up and the four (and a half!) years that have passed since my last date.

    You’ll be right, in part.

    But my frustration is also rooted in my own former attitudes toward the mysterious relationships between men and women. Yes – I admit it. I am a recovering Harris-ite.

    I don’t mean to dump all that I think is wrong with dating among Christians on Josh Harris. I’m sure that many of the problems pre-date his book. They’re certainly not based only on what he wrote in those pages. (If there’s a chapter that instructs us to revert to junior high dance tactics of boys on one side of the room and girls on the other, I must’ve skipped it.) But I do think that the IKDG mindset has at least a bit to do with the present state of affairs.

    I read that infamous book as a freshman at Florida State. I’d been serious about my relationship with Jesus for only a couple of months, and I wondered how my newfound faith would and should impact my dating life. In the months preceding this life change, I’d been basing my sense of self worth on the opinions of others – particularly the opinions of boys. I knew that wasn’t the godly attitude to maintain, but I didn’t know what was appropriate.

    Harris’ book was a starting point for developing my own convictions about dating. He got me thinking about and searching Scripture for God’s perspective on how I should live out my faith. Later, Jeramy Clark encouraged me to do the same, though his perspective was different from Harris’.

    I was an IKDG girl. I led a small group on the book during my sophomore year of college. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t go on a date with a guy unless I’d known him for at least a year. I prayed for my future husband – not that he would be the next guy I dated, but that he would be the next guy I liked.

    (I’ve now disclosed embarrassing secrets that even some of my closest friends probably didn’t know. ;))

    And then one day I woke up and realized how extreme I was being.

    I know a few people who were fairly certain that their date was going to be their spouse before the first date came along. But I think that in most situations – or at the very least, in my life – if you’ve reached a point where you can say with confidence that so-and-so is going to be the person you’re going to marry before so-and-so ever enters a dating (courting, whatever!) relationship with you, there might be something wrong. For me, this would mean that I’ve given a guy waaaaaaay too much of my heart outside of a commited relationship. I don’t think giving away that much of myself is wise in that context.

    So sue me if I go on a date with a guy who I like but am not in love with. (Heck, if Mr. Ex and I had ever gone on our first date, that would’ve been the case! :)) Realize that I’m not promoting the opposite extreme, either. Please do confront me if I go on a date with a virtual stranger.

    But for now, I leave you with four precious words regarding my rants about Christians dating.

    I told you so.

    And for the record, the saddest part of all this? I think I would’ve said yes! It’s been about nine months, but I wonder if it’s too late… 😉

    Kidding.

    Maybe.

    *name changed to stop the nosy

    Back up sperm, what?!

    Let’s maintain a sense of humor, Florida State.

    Apparently, on Sunday night The Simpsons made a silly reference to my alma mater. The FSView & Florida Flambeau‘s coverage suggests that the university can’t seem to decide whether this reference was positive or negative PR for the school.

    I think it’s hilarious.

    It reminds me of my favorite Will & Grace quote of all time…

    GRACE: Well, that’s because it is my sperm. But it’s my safety sperm. You know, like the safety school? You–you apply to college, and it’s the one school you know you’re gonna get into just in case everything else falls through.

    WILL: You’re saying my sperm is Florida State?

    I love my safety school. 😉

    I’ve never been much for the baring of soul/In the prescence of any man

    So turn off the light and reveal all the glory
    I am not afraid
    To bear all my weakness, knowing in meekness
    I have a kingdom to gain
    –Jennifer Knapp

    I’m really dissatisfied with my life right now. But I know that, short of the power of God, I’m the only person who can do anything about that. So I’m hanging in there.

    I have all these dreams, and I feel like I’m so far from achieving any of them. I feel like every day is something that I live through just so I can get to the next – and get closer to the future.

    I’m not a big fan of this dissatisfaction. I want to do something with my life. But part of that desire (right now) is to get away from here.

    Six hours to go… and I’m still not convinced that I’ll be much better for the time and money I’ve invested in this education of mine.

    That scares me.

    Confidence and ego trips I never took

    Two nights ago, my roommate marched into my bedroom and handed me a book.

    “I think you need to read this,” she said. “It’s a really good chapter.”

    She had indexed a page with her thumb, so when I took the book from her, I flipped open to that page.

    “Breaking Up Without Falling Apart”

    Interesting.

    I settled in to read for a few minutes before bed, but I only made it through the first 13 pages before I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. Alisa asked me the next morning what I thought, and I told her that I still had five pages or so to go. As I ate lunch, I discovered that those five pages were the best reading in the chapter – or at the very least, the most relevant to my situation.

    The authors of this book (Relationships, by Drs. Les & Leslie Parrot) compared the process a person goes through after being dumped to Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’s five phases of grief. I recognized these from a course titled Death & Dying that I took several years ago at Florida State. Never before had I thought of equating them to the end of a relationship, but the analogy hit home.

    Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. In the two weeks that have passed since I was dumped, I’ve experienced all of these thoughts and emotions to some extent. They have come and gone, danced around one another and disappeared altogether – and in no particular order. I’ve thought a lot about the entire relationship, my reaction to being rejected and – of course – the dumper himself.

    This is the first time I’ve been rejected by a guy I was dating (or “dating,” as the case may be). It certainly is different than being rejected outside of the context of a relationship – perhaps more so than I expected. But the beauty of this situation is that I have seen growth in how I relate to men.

    Some time before this ex of mine, I liked a guy who I was close friends with. That crush lasted from January to October of 2002, and I wasn’t completely over him until February of the following year. I had tried to “guard my heart,” but I didn’t realize how much I had given away until it was too late.

    Perhaps it’s a bit easier this time around because I hadn’t liked this guy nearly as long. (I only liked him for a month before we got together!) But I’m more inclined to say that it had a lot to do with sticking to that popularly referenced verse, Proverbs 4:23. I can’t really take the credit for the difference – God is good – but I am grateful for it nonetheless.

    I wouldn’t say that I’m 100% over him or that I’m completely satisfied with where things are. But I’m moving into that stage of acceptance.

    It’s still hard to remember the good times we had together, because the wounds haven’t healed completely. But they’ve scabbed over now. They’re protected from immediate pain when he’s brought up or when something reminds me of him. I do miss his friendship… but I’m moving on.

    (A side note for those who have read this far: You may have noticed that my subject lines are generally song lyrics. I am loving the song referenced in today’s entry! They’re coming to Tuscaloosa on Friday night… maybe I should check them out.)

    It’s all about comfortable/When you move so much

    Song of the day for y’all… this reminds me of where I am and where I’ve been on so many different levels.

    I don’t want to leave here
    I don’t want to stay
    It feels like pinching to me
    Either way
    And the places I long for the most
    Are the places where I’ve been
    They are calling out to me
    Like a long lost friend

    It’s not about losing faith
    It’s not about trust
    It’s all about comfortable
    When you move so much
    And the place I was wasn’t perfect
    But I had found a way to live
    And it wasn’t milk or honey
    But then neither is this

    I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
    Leaving out what it lacks
    And the future feels so hard
    And I want to go back
    But the places they used to fit me
    Cannot hold the things I’ve learned
    Those roads were closed off to me
    While my back was turned

    The past is so tangible
    I know it by heart
    Familiar things are never easy
    To discard
    I was dying for some freedom
    But now I hesitate to go
    I am caught between the Promise
    And the things I know

    If it comes too quick
    I may not appreciate it
    Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
    And if it comes too quick
    I may not recognise it
    Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
    –Sara Groves