Blogging guilt (already)

Alright. So the other night I had a dream that Jodi called me. Jodi is the LQ staff who is the one who makes sure that we get our assignments done, and also makes sure that we're doing okay too. She's kind of like a boss, but not really. In my dream she was very angry. I was telling her about all the things I had done during reading week last week. She wasn't impressed that I had finished more than I had to for the LQ bible study on Acts, and she didn't even really didn't seem to care that I hadn't sent her any of the assignments she had asked for by the end of the week. Nope, all she cared about was: The Blog. No matter what I said, all she replied with was "But did you do any work on The Blog?", and "What I really care about is The Blog", and "The most important thing is The Blog." (Which is kind of funny because I wasn't even really aware that that she knew about this blog.)

And so here I find myself at 11:55 at night, writing to propitiate a dreamworld-created Jodi-monster and pacify the guilt it incited. (Sigh.) Unlike Susana, I hadn't promised myself that I would write in any particular increment. So much for avoiding guilt by not setting goals to not live up to.

I'd like to write more than this tonight. But let's remember that we shouldn't allow that dark and ugly thing we know as guilt to push us around.

"It was sin that made death so frightening and law-code guilt that gave sin its leverage, its destructive power. But now in a single victorious stroke of Life, all three--sin, guilt, death--are gone, the gift of our Master, Jesus Christ. Thank God!
With all this going for us, my dear, dear friends, stand your ground. And don't hold back. Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for him is a waste of time or effort."

1 Corinthians 15:56-58 (The Message)

And so I take my leave, asking the pardon of the audience for the shortness of this entry. My work now is to sleep. And my hope is that by diligence and by grace I will be free from these ugly monsters that haunt me by night.

adieu, and buenos noches.