I've had a great weekend.

It started out not-so-good, actually. You see, my church scheduled me to speak today. This scheduling took place all the way back in June, at which point, I thought, "Hey, my life isn't all that full of anything. Sure! I'll teach." Well, add on two jobs and an apartment to take care of and I've suddenly got complications.

So, I kept calling my parents, saying "This isn't gonna work! I'm never going to get this sermon done." They would just laugh a little jolly laugh and ask me out for coffee, basically ignoring my panic. I kept bringing it up. I kept begging my dad to take my lesson over for me. They kept being jolly while drinking Cafe Americanos (Americani?).

Yesterday came and I still didn't have anything on paper, but I did have an idea--a full treatise about how Christians shouldn't be afraid to use thier talents in a secular sphere and how Christians weren't being "salt"...etc. I started to realize late last night that I wasn't going to be able to fit all of that into a 40 minutes message. I panicked again. And called my parents. Four times. Sample call:

Mom: Hello?
Keith: It's not going to happen!
Mom: Who is this?
Keith: I'm a failure.
Mom: (sigh) Go back to work!
Keith: You don't care that your son is going to fall flat on his face?!?
Mom: Go back to work.
Keith: Okay...bye.
(Click)

I mulled and mulled over what I was supposed to teach about. I knew that the whole "Wake up Christian!" thing wasn't going to work out. So I ended up pulling together this devotion about how God could pretty much wipe us all of the face of the earth, but His mercy is that much greater than his judgement. It was all God, because I basically couldn't think this morning and it seemed to have gone fine. Yea!

Now I get to watch the West Wing with my mom and hopefully break open my new Ladytron CD. Seventeen. =)