Hello Everybody!

I'm back. Sorry about the extreme lack of blogging. In my defense, I have not had much access to a computer in the last month. I usually had it at least once a week. So, I should have at least given updates as should my fellow LQer's but they didn't and neither did I. So that was a needless slam on Christy and Zoe (Sorry, but hint, lets all start blogging again). Anyway, I'm so overwhelmed with my life. It is crazy. Sometimes I just want to crawl into a whole and hide from the world for a while and make everything stop just long enough to catch my breath. But when I do catch my breath there is so much to reflect on that I can't do it in one breath. And to top it all off. I have a cold. Now, I realize that there are much worse things to have than a cold but I still would rather not have it.
Anyway, So, the last month for me has been, a week in Manitoba(wonderful), 2 weeks in Vancouver (hard), and 1 week at camp Malagash here in Nova Scotia(I'll tell you about it in the next entry). My last week in Vancouver was very hard. I don't believe I have ever had so much stress in one week. We did an Urban Plunge for 48 hours. I have no idea how to describe it. It was one of those experiences that made me be angry with myself, our culture, our city's, our government and our churches. I hate it when I respond to things that are screwed up in this world with anger. I do it all the time. That is totally the wrong way to solve a problem and it is definitely not Godly. In our urban plunge we tried to give up our power that we hold in the world and try to experience what it is like to be powerless and also to stand in solidarity with the powerless in our society. I realized that I love my power and I didn't want to give it up and also refused to give it up some of the time. Also everyone I met saw that I had power and told me to take it back and make something of my life. The powerless would tell me to get a job because I could and would people with power. And I would agree with them, that I have power and am responsible for it and need to use it to contribute to the world I'm in. So, I was not accepted, and I didn't like who I was either. Jesus gave up his power for the world, but I'm not Jesus. There are times in life that we do need to give up our power and stand with the powerless or give our power to them. This I know. It is not easy but I do hope that I will always be able to do it when it is required of me. I also learnt that our culture, our community's, our governments, and our churches do not often treat the powerless in our world with dignity and respect. Nor do the give them their power back. They only take more from them. So, if any of your are looking for a calling in life, here is one very few are working with. I realize I used the word power a lot. By that I mean the marginalized in our culture. Some of these are the poor, the mentally ill, our elderly, and many more.
So, that was that week. I don't think I laughed at all that week.