Christmas has come and gone (almost). I hope yours was merry. Mine was merry...very (Grinch reference). I must admit that I'm kind of excited to tell my blogging community of a couple of the gifts I've received. So here it goes:
First of all, not only did I receive a Blogger t-shirt early so that I could wear it to our dinner, but today I got the Blogger hoodie, complete with orange funky B symbol. I was thinking, (well actually it was my brother's idea,) but I think that I'm going to get kriskey.blogspot.com put on the back. I'm a dork, but I must admit that I don't really have the dignity to try to hide it anymore.
Well my brother is cool and therefore got me a fantastic gift. It's a journal that has a place to write everyday from Jan 1, 2004 through Dec. 31, 2014. 11 years of my life will be written in one book. Holy freaking cow. Those are 11 key years too! Right now I'm nineteen, and when I get done (God willing I live that long) I'll be thirty! There are pages for goals, year-end reviews, special dates, etc. Even if I don't write everyday, even if I just write once a week, it's still going to be the most incredible book to look back at. so very excited. thanks daniel. you rock my face off.

I bought two buttons this weekend. They will go nicely between the others on my bag: "Religion Kills," "Legalism Destroys," and "Jedidiah is for lovers." The first says, "Just because no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist." and the other says, "I'll try being nicer if you try bein smarter." That is currently my life motto, and, if/when I have a reason to write an autobiography, that will be the title.

Is anyone else a little irked (sp?) by the Power of Pride bumper stickers? True. There is incredible power in pride...like the power to cause man to fall from fellowship with God. This is the goal of our nation? O Jesus, please come back soon. We've messed it all up.

Last night, while freezing to death waiting in the mile-long line for the midnight showing of Lord of the Rings, a question proposed, "Katherine, will you marry me?" Ummm...Just kidding. The question was actually, "If you could have dinner with 3 dead people, who would they be?" Well, I have commitment issues so I couldn't limit it to 3, but here's the list so far, in no particular order:
1. St. Francis of Assissi
2. Martin Luther
3. Shakespeare
4. A. W. Tozer
5. Rich Mullins
6. Johann Gutenburg
Who would you choose?

O Jesus, please come back soon. We've messed it all up.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
---Walt Whitman (the sweaty-toothed mad-man)

me too.

I really wish I could write about something that's burning inside me, or at least a good book I've read but I can't. I'm thinking only what I have to think. Everything I'm doing is something I have to do. I honestly couldn't come up with anything to blog about. I was looking for a quote with the intent of blog. That's pathetic. I'm pathetic.

Things I've done this week instead of blogging:
-worked with small children--a.k.a carrier monkeys-- 4 hours a day.
-taken finals. (I no longer have a 7am class or a Sat. class)
-read book 2 de Narnia.
-thought about what I would blog if I had time
-returned e-mails
-rocked on and on and on and on with Lost and Found
-repeat the aforementioned (Thursday and Friday night.)
-picked up Troy at the airport.
-participated in Wes and Lizzie's toast of engagement (and the following shenanigans and goings on.)
-watched Mtv's "Triple Threat" (snow boarding, surfing, and skating)
-listened to a lot of "postmodernism and ministry" conversations and inserted a lot of, "yeah but..." comments.

For some reason it seemed like a lot more was going on...

I shouldn't be blogging but it's been written in my head all night so this shouldn't take long. Has anyone else ever had one of those days that, no matter who says what, you're just one huge walking insecurity? And you look around and think to yourself, "self? How come they have it all together? Are they really that comfortable with themselves or are they just faking it?" Normally I respond to my self, "self, you know better than that. We're all just faking it." Tonight that self confirmation of self never came though, leaving me as the aforementioned walking insecurity. I faked it though (cause that's what we're supposed to do, right?) so all the other self-questioning people out there were left questioning. Vicious cycle.

After a couple week absence from my Yancey book, I returned yesterday and find myself glad I did. I have often thought that the second best compliment to receive would be "hmm...I never thought of it that way." (That's second only to a speechless, breathless "wow") And there were bits in the book that inspired thoughts that I had not yet thought. (It's all about romance too. To give new thoughts on romance to a hopeless romantic...that's talent.) Some favorite parts:

"Romance gives intriguing hints of transcendence. I am 'possessed' by the one I love. I think of her day and nihgt, languish when she leaves me, perform brave deeds to impress her, revel in her attention, live for her, even die for her. I want to be both heroic and meek at the same time. For a time, and only for a time, I can live on that edge of exaltation. Then reality sets in , or boredom, betrayal, old age, or death. I cannot sustain a state of complete absorption forever. At least, though, I can see in it a glimpse of God's infinite capacity for such attention. Could this be how God views us--views me?

"...Romantic love gives us a new vision of one other human being, an insight into his/her 'eternal identity.' To the rest of the world, such a vision may seem a delusion. 'She's moonstruck,' we say of someone in love, or 'Love is blind.' ...For a brief time, at least, romance gives us the ability to see the best in one othere person, to ignore or forgive flaws, to bask in endless fascination. That state...gives foretaste of how we will one day view every resurrected person and how God now views us."