I feel like busting up a Starbucks.
"To the next step!" Said that annoying guy from American Pie. Well said, sir. Every new flight in the staircase that is life gives me a reason to pause and think things through. Perhaps this only makes sense in my own head- it's been a bit different this summer. Mooching off of my brother two thousand miles from anyplace I've ever considered home. I finished college looking so forward to the Seminary, being so far away geographically helped me look at the bigger picture.
Not to be all deep and whatnot, but I'm so excited to go to the Seminary and start climbing the next flight- go ahead, tell me I'm lame. The reasoning behind my desire to be a pastor is still there, only matured since I started college. No money? No problem. Living in Packer territory? Brett Favre's 20+ interceptions should take care of that. Will I be able to satisfy my "meat-tooth?" I can't wait to eat some Wisconsin brats. I'll slaughter one of Gentz's cows and eat it raw. I'm out.
Not to be all deep and whatnot, but I'm so excited to go to the Seminary and start climbing the next flight- go ahead, tell me I'm lame. The reasoning behind my desire to be a pastor is still there, only matured since I started college. No money? No problem. Living in Packer territory? Brett Favre's 20+ interceptions should take care of that. Will I be able to satisfy my "meat-tooth?" I can't wait to eat some Wisconsin brats. I'll slaughter one of Gentz's cows and eat it raw. I'm out.