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yesterday i went to school to earn prom-money, which is a grade 11 requirement. its good because they were paying enough to cover all of our fundraising we would've had to do, and if we hadn't been given this opportunity, we would've had to spend the year selling dumb things like spaghetti root beer floats and prison-style garlic bread and whatnot. but it was absolutely gruelling. we compiled meals for the Canadian Army, and made over a thousand. we were there for 8 hrs and there was about 25 of us.
after that, i went to Rebeka's house for a bit. Lat night she sang a solo in a play that she'd been preparing for all summer. That girl has absolutely incredible talent at opera---she sang "Think of Me". Then Sherri and i slept at her house and went to her church this morning. it was weird. i spent the first half of the service thinking, "it seems nice, but things aren't always what they seem."
then it dawned on me: this was the church that David was apart of.
I was thinking things weren't always what they seemed, but this is the church that spent so long praying and crying and breaking over this boy with the cancer-filled body and the unshattering faith. i wonder if tragedy usually causes churches/church members to put aside their differences and come together via prayer after realising how much they need to do that. i don't know if Hope CRC had differences before, but from Ros's description, it definitely sounded like such a thing happened. who am i to judge that.
right now i'm brooding about a couple things, one of which is Physics. intense frustration spawned from something i liked by someone who isn't teaching resulting in low grades and misery. i'm too proud to quit and too proud to ask for help and too proud to settle for low grades. my pride binds me.
Psalm thirteen five