Humanity Vs. Christianity

Or rather Humanity/Christianity?  This question has been whirling about my head for days.  As I’ve been thrown back into civilized culture, I can’t help but notice that we all share humanity.  Or sin.  We can’t get away from it, no matter the amount of exertion put toward ridding ourselves of….ourselves. 

Being raised mostly Baptist with a little Mormonism thrown in, its been a struggle to come to grips with the saving grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ.  People would say to me, “It’s all His work.”  And I believed that, or wanted to believe it, but I couldn’t understand it.  I thought that being a christian meant working really hard at being good.  Searching deep within myself and finding that hidden sin which I could root out and put asunder was proof that I was saved.  Truthfully though, I am no more capable of finding my own sin than a dead person opening his eyes. 

And we’re all dead without His grace.  I am often reminded of ants scattering to and fro as I watch people (myself included) scurrying here and there.  We’re all trying to be better at being really good.  But the irony is none of us can be good.  Only in each others eyes is there any tier of hierarchy.  When one looks at it this way, we are really no different than animals (Did I tell you that’s what I’m being told in my biology and psychology classes?  Humans are only animals of a different species).  Back to my point.  When we search within ourselves for goodness and righteousness, we’re no better than the meerkats or dogs in a pack.  So without our Lord, we are to be pitied.  Like the Monopods in C.S. Lewis’ Voyage of the Dawn Treader. 

Of course, these are just the ramblings of my brain clogged with a monstrous cold at the moment.  It’s an interesting topic I thought at least.  If you’re able to find a topic within the previous sentences…there really was a thought.  I apologize if it’s not well written. 

I think the thesis is this:  We are not to judge to the world, they are after all just animals.  Those of us with Christ are set apart by His grace. 

Feel free to annihilate anything I’ve said in this post. 

Damm! Damm, Damm!

My music professor asks questions from the chapter seven review sheet for which answers are found in chapter eight!  I’m waiting for my lab exam results, which the T.A. said could be viewed today!!!  It’s noon.  I’m waiting….have looked on the web at least three times since waking to no avail.  Do I seem anxious, nervous, impatient?  No.  Not at all!!! But!  I have a solid “A” in English, “B” in music, we won’t talk about biology, annnddd we won’t talk about psychology either.  I’m thinking two out of four aint bad!  Well, it’s not over till the….you know what I mean. 

And another irritating thing…supposedly three drinks or more a day causes cancer.  Is there anything that doesn’t cause cancer? 

Even More Funny….

I got a “B” on my exam in MUSIC! 

Remember those “youngsters” I was talking about?  Yeah, well they have one over on me.  Since I received one of the lowest grades in the whole class for biology, I think the reason it doesn’t appear that they study is because THEY DON’T NEED TO!! 

Yeah, I’m jealous.  I’m not afraid to admit it. 

This is funny

To me it is…I apologize if you don’t understand my dry humor.

The class I hated in the beginning is the class I understand the most.  Music!  (Replace the word “music” with Jerry Sienfeld’s “Newman” and you have my understanding)  Yes, I’m sure I spelled poor Jerry’s last name wrong but hey, work with me here!  It’s 2:00 a.m. and I’ve been studying for the last…..mmmmmmm three, four hours, so my brain is FRIED.  I know, the soft tissue between my cranium is fried in its usual state, so I’m sure you can imagine!

Music! 

I expected myself to be more confused by music than by science.  But yet again (I know, I know starting a sentence with the word “but” is never good…see above for explanation) music is science, so maybe there is hope for me yet! 

I am confounded by the youngsters (yes, I called them youngsters) running around campus so free spirited.  I’m thinking, “don’t you people study?”  The other day I drove through Moxie Java to get my hourly dose of caffeine (hey, I was running low) and the barista saw my biology book in the passenger seat.  With a jovial smile she said, “oh, are you in that class?”  My response, (thinking this could be an opportunity to meet up with a study partner) was an exuberant “yes!”  She comes back with my coffee, I hand her my card and while the transaction was being processed she says, “I haven’t even started reading the book yet!  Isn’t that funny?  The test is like tomorrow, and I haven’t even read the first chapter!”  All my hopes of tackling tough concepts of biology together being dashed I politely responded, “well, good luck” and I drove away. 

On the way to school I wondered, is it the youth that keeps young women from studying, or stupidity?  I thought giving the benefit of doubt was more full of grace and concluded it has to be naivety.  Me?  I made choices out of fear and low self-confidence, a.k.a. lack of faith.  So I really want to understand young-er-er peoples lack of motivation when it comes to academics, but still….it’s a little worrisome…just a tad.  These people are a generation younger than I, so they’ll be ruling the country when I’m too feeble to walk…naw…that’s just plain scary! 

Off to bed… 

Week Four…

Whoever said that fillings weren’t painful must have iron teeth!  I had three fillings today (the first in my life) and it was horrible!  Having ones wisdom teeth pulled is worse, but cavities filled have now moved into the first five ranking of “things I hate to do” list.  The teeth worked on feel alien in my mouth, kinda like I have three large rocks where there used to be enamel.

In other news, three tests this week.  My brain has a no vacancy sign blinking.  I’ve decided those brave souls who take 19 credits a semester must have some super human power non-existent in me.   I’m waiting to see what grades I got;  I don’t have a lot of hope.  The fact that these were my first exams, still having three more to go this semester, helps keep my head above water.  

Personally, things have settled down.  The children are heading back to their father’s house this week.  I’m reminded once again that life doesn’t always turn out as bad as one thinks.  That is reassuring.  Until next time…   

I lied…

There is no amount of coffee and I don’t care how many Tums I swallow, I am never going to understand Human Anatomy and Physiology!

I’ve taken the pre-test three times!  Three times!  It’s the same test!  I get a C.