Prepare Ye

You are a Black Coffee At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it Your caffeine addiction level: high What Kind of Coffee Are You?

The deluge continued 40 days on the earth ... Genesis 7:17 U2 - 40 (Live from Chicago) Today marks the 40th day that the Junior Class (those who survived Summer Greek) have been seminarians. To celebrate, we are refusing to go to our regularly scheduled classes! We will spend it in joyous celebration of fellowship and communal care, nourishing ourselves on manna and the finest malt beverages. Or we will sit through a day long seminar on Sexual Abuse Prevention drinking coffee & eating junk food. We have to count the votes first. In these first 40 days, my biggest challenge has been trusting God. He has more faith in me than I have in myself. Sometimes the enormity of this undertaking makes me wonder if I am the right person. While I have faith and know I should be here, a nagging doubt whispers in my ear and asks if I am really sure. I am getting rid of the rust on my studying skills. The work load is challenging. I do not think I have bit off more than I can chew, but I have disc

For those who have never watched the show (shame, SHAME!) here is a 3 minute catch-you-up video on "How I Met Your Mother." It joins with the promising "Big Bang Theory" and "Heroes" to form "Watch My GPA Plummet" Monday. Coming off the bench in case of turnovers are Monday Night Football, Dancing with the Stars and the Holy Rosary with Mother Angelica . I may need to get an extra VCR shipped out here just for Mondays. Mad Props to Michigan for making it safe for me to wear Michigan football apparel again. And a shout out to the Sparties for making the top 25. But my football weekend was spoiled on Sunday. I move to PA and STILL have to watch the Lions????? Damm you Matt Millen! DAMM YOU!!!! (I do like the Eagles throwback look -- Go Team Sweden!

Sorry for the lack of posts, but I've been up to my eyeballs in work. Another week, another 250 pages to read, 10 pages to write, 20 sentences in Greek to translate, 2 songs to learn and a new church to attend. Such is the life of a first year seminarian at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Gettysburg. But, here are some things to get off my mind to clear shelf space. Notre Dame should be preparing to fire Charlie Weiss. They fired Tyrone Willingham in his third year for going 6-5. Weiss will get NOWHERE near that. Did he not realize that his offensive line was going to be horrible and not recruit any HS All Americans or transfers? I really like my classes. I'm not so fond of all of the reading, but I enjoy what I'm reading. I especially enjoy the readings in Homiletics (Preaching) and Worship. Discovering more about the practices of the Church is enlightening. Being able to read (almost) the original writings of the New Testament in Greek shows a layer of complexity and

The video for "Radio Nowhere," the first single from a soon to be coming album featuring the E Street Band.

Wow. First, 1AA App State. Now the Ducks. Can Charlie Weiss install the spread offense in a week?

Just got back to Gettysburg after a great trip to the Catholic University of America (I thought Notre Dame had that title, but I was wrong.) Our LTSG first year students travelled to Catholic U for an introductory session on the Washington Theological Consortium , an arrangement between 16 theological institutions in the metro D. C. area that allows students at one institution to take a course or courses at another institution. While there, we got to meet students from some of the other member institutions and have dinner at one of the buildings housing some of the different orders on the Catholic campus. As it always happens when I meet other people who have been called to enter God's ministry, I am humbled and wonder why God called me. I am thrilled to be here at Gettysburg, and am excited about serving Our Lord. I'm not so thrilled by all the reading and writing I have to do, but the people whom I am meeting are SO talented and SO gifted that I feel so unworthy to be in

Actually, the Fall Semester here at LTSG began yesterday, but that was all orientations seminars and getting free stuff. TODAY we started classes. And for most of the first-year Summer Greek surviving Juniors, that meant four classes back to back to back to back, with a side order of two worships and two meals. And being sequestered in the same room that we were sentenced to spend our penatence of Summer Greek in for most of the day. (I've been spending too much time with the lawyers in the class.) Now I have a bunch of reading to do, two or three papers to write and that's not counting the three classes I haven't been to yet. Welcome to grad school. So, I'm blogging. Why do today what you can do this weekend, unless there's a good football game on. Of course, ANY football game is a good football game. btw, I'm trademarking the title of this post and will be happy to license it to Hall Mark or any other card company. I'm a poor grad student studying languag

WARNING: THIS VIDEO HAS VERY EXPLICIT LANGUAGE After a freshman showboats by diving into the endzone in Kansas' 52-7 trouncing of Central Michigan, Kansas Head Coach Mark Mangino rips the player a new oriface. The video has Coach Mangino's unfiltered comments to the player. While the language is extreme, this is the only way to end the "SportsCenter"ization of showboating that young players see and think they need to emulate. I place the decrease in class and sportsmanship squarely on the doorstep of the World Wide Leader in Sports front porch in Bristol. If ESPN would stop showing this crap in their highlights, college and high school kids wouldn't do this crap.

For the first time in 12 years, I'm not blowing a whistle and coaching football. I haven't blogged about football because I've been too busy packing, moving, driving, unpacking, studying and everything else involved in moving two states away to an area without front yards and bizarre liquor laws. I truly miss coaching. I miss working with kids. I miss the camaraderie of a coaching staff. I miss the bizarre excuses players come up with. I miss the parents who think they're son who has only played one year of flag football can come out for the team as a junior and get a scholarship. I miss watching the same play over and over and over to figure out who forgot to block the 6' 4 285 lb. player we spend all week teaching them to block with 2 people. I miss sweating through a shirt by just standing outside during practice. I miss seeing that kid who you never expected to play working hard all season and making a big play late in the year. I miss being on one knee, hol