Recently, Joshua and I had the chance to hear a series of messages from an Archabbot (Lambert). His messages were surrounding faith and how one can grow in it. Often times, I think that my faith simply grows because I simply believe or because I happen to stand up for something. His messages however, really changed the way I view myself and how I react to nearly every thing in life. I hope I continue to implement his thoughts into my life. Here are some notes I took:
And some quotes mentioned by some well known individuals:
I finished The Screwtape Letters a week or two ago but I’m just now getting around to revisiting my notes on the matter. I wrote them in a journal I recently finished, so this blog kept escaping me. Here are further thoughts I wrote down about the remaining letters. See my previous entry for more information about the book by C.S. Lewis.
I started reading C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters this week. This book consists of numerous letters written by Screwtape, a tempter/demon from Hell. He is writing letters to his nephew Wormwood, a new and inexperienced tempter. Screwtape is giving Wormwood advice on how to get his “patient” (an unnamed Christian man) to turn from “The Enemy” (God) towards “Our Father Below” (the devil). These letters help the reader examine our many failings and downfalls within our human nature. I’ve been taking notes and thought I’d share some of the discoveries or ideas I’ve pondered over while reading.I’ve written down a few quotes as well.
When I had a livejournal for a few years, I would always look back at the year when I new one was about to ring in and do a small summary of events. I feel like doing this again. I looked over blogs, my calendar and my journal. Hopefully I’ve covered most of the big events. I’m sure I’ve forgotten something though. It was a year of firsts, lessons and love. I hope to take what I’ve learned in 2010 and apply it in 2011.
January
I rang in the new year in Indy with Joshua and some of his friends. I love starting the New Year kissing him.
I officially became a Drake. I went to court (with gRegor) and the judge approved my request.
Josh, Steph, Bridget and I saw David Nail at 8 Seconds Saloon
February
I gave up Facebook for Lent.
Colts were in the Superbowl and lost (but to a worthy team).
Joshua and I celebrated our first Valentine’s Day together.
I started reading though my Grandma’s journals (30+).
I turned 22.
March
Nothing major happened (that I could find).
April
Josh, his sibs and I saw Justin Moore at 8 Second Saloon and the following day saw Darius Rucker, Daughtry, Ryan Seacrest and the Papa Johns guy for free.
I quit the library to work at The Boys and Girls Club. That job didn’t pan out.
May
Josh and I (and Dinger) went to a Goo Goo Dolls concert.
My Aunt Shannon passed away.
LOST ended and we all cried with Jack.
Joshua and I bought Hurley Linus.
June
Josh and I went to a Brad Paisley & Darius Rucker concert (Easton Corbin, Josh Thompson and Steel Magnolias was there too).
Bry passed away from cancer.
I fainted for the first time ever at church.
July
Mitch (the brother who is directly in front of Josh) and Melissa got married. Also this is the same day Josh and I met, one year prior. He wrote me a beautiful letter and gave me a little photo album.
gRegor and I visited KrazMataz (Jon Krasnicihanaslknen) and Jenn in Chicago. We met the head explosive guy on Transformers 3.
I started working at Barnes & Noble (IUPUI)
August
Josh and I celebrated one year together. It was wonderful.
Kaidenn turned 1 years old!
The fair rolled back into town.
Joshua and I saw Beatles on the Prairie and it really felt like I was watching THE Beatles.
I beagan my last semseter in college.
I started working at Indy Met.
September
Josh and I went camping for his birthday, right outside of Turkey Run. We went canoeing. It was an awesome weekend.
Braylen turned 1
October
Joshua, gRegor, Suzical, Jon Krazmataz!, Ryan, Nathan and I went camping in Brown County. The weather was perfect and so were the beans.
We went to the Headless Horseman at Conner Prairie.
Saw my first owl in the wild, at the park Joshua and I go to a lot–which is also where he proposed to me.
We went on an owl prowl and saw no owls.
I served jury duty for the second time.
November
Joshua proposed and I said yes.
We had an engagement party in Ohio.
Joshua, Datruce and I attending Follow the North Star at Conner Prairie.
Harry Potter 7 part 1: the beginning of the end of an 11 year journey.
December
I read poetry at a poetry reading and won a haiku contest (both first times)
I bought my wedding dress.
I graduated from college.
2011: What’s Next? (a few items on the list thus far-haven’t looked to far into it yet)
We plan on seeing Anne Frank at the IRT at the end of the month.
Obtain new employment.
Save money.
Plan our wedding.
I turn 23.
I walk for graduation in May.
Joshua andI are getting married!
Honeymoon.
Move.
Concerts (Easton Corbin first)
Recently Joshua, his little brother Datruce (through BBBS) and I went on Follow the North Star at Conner Prairie. It is basically a journey in which you become a runaway slave in the year 1836. We went to a late night one, so it was very dark and cold. We were first taken out into the pathways leading around forests on CP’s property. We were let out and led to a place between two cabins. A man came out of the cabin and yelled at us to separate, men in one line and women in another. We were led to “slave traders”.
They then yelled at us, using profanity and so much hate. I kept giggling because I was so nervous. This got me in trouble and put on my knees. One of the men, I think he was our owner made me tell him what I could do. I said cook. He asked me how to prepare a chicken. He wanted me to start from when the chicken was alive. Let’s just say it didn’t go well. A woman came up and started yelling at me too.
After this we were taken over to a pile of wood and told to move it about 10 or 15 feet and make a new pile. They kept kicking it over and making us redo it. I tried really hard to make it perfect but it was clear that they only wanted us to work. They left and we decided to walk down the road. I thought it would be better if we got back in our lines but apparently that was a bad idea which we were yelled at for later. We made it to a barn, where a few sisters (not nuns) were. They took us and continually yelling at us to keep our heads down. They told us they didn’t really want to help us, that they were putting themselves in danger. They gave us advice and information that would help us know what to do later and told us to be on our way.
We were now in the woods when we ran across another fleeing slave. This man led us along the path for awhile and told us his story. His wife and children had been taken to another slave farm and he was trying to reach her. The likelihood that he ever would in that time was slim to none. She could be dead for all he knew. We then made it out of the woods but encountered a terribly angry man that made us all get on our knees. Two boys were hesitant to do so and they were made to lay face down on the ground. He yelled at us and told us to stay put but we left the moment we got the chance. He saw us and fired his gun a few times. Our group had quite a few high schoolers in it and they weren’t keen on following directions. We weren’t suppose to run, we were suppose to stay as a group. We finally made it to the village and someone was to go knock on a door of a Quaker home. They allowed us all to come and fed us cornbread. While we rested there, slave hunters knocked on the door but the Quakers didn’t allow them to come in. We left shortly after and found the house of a freed black woman. She was frustrated by our appearance because she didn’t want to get caught housing us. She gave us advice and we were on our way. The next stop was our last. An older woman told us what happened to many of us. Many of us died before we reached freedom, some made it, some got caught.
This was one of the best experience I’ve ever had. I would highly recommend it to anyone who is willing to put themselves in that time, full absorb what they’re experiencing. I lost myself in it. I felt emotions as if I were in it (of course not as fully as the actual slaves did in those times). But it helped to understand the constant anxiety that they once felt. The fear must have been overwhelming. When I was being questioned by the slave traders I felt stupid, as I’m sure many slaves were made to feel by both white and even black owners. I wasn’t allowed to look anyone in the eye, my head had to be down the entire time (until we reached the Quakers). I think this experience helps to open your eyes to what a horrible tragedy slavery and prejudice is. We often take (not just white people, but all races) our freedoms, even to look each other in the eyes, for granted.
We should all strive to judge one another by one’s content, not one’s skin color–this sentiment from Martin Luther King Jr. went through my head many times. While my skin color didn’t change, I better understood what it meant to be judged simply based on what color my skin was.