Bumper Stickers

I love creative bumper stickers. A few ones that have caught my eye have been:
1. I love my wife (I wonder how many men actually know this bumper sticker is on the back of their trucks.)
2. My karma ran over your dogma.
3. Ban Comic Sans
4. Eve was framed
and a personal favorite,
5. It's hard to be humble when you own a Scottish Terrier.

A few days ago, I was driving to school and I saw this one:

"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so not like your Christ. -Gandhi"

It hit me extremely hard. I had just listened to a speaker preach on that topic a day before at school. He said that if we asked around, many people would not be able to tell who were Christians and who were not, and that this is dishonoring God and what He truly represents. He wondered how many of us who claim to be Christians actually know Christ.

"Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires." Galations 5:24 There should be drastic changes in the way we live and act that set us apart from the rest of the world. For the past year of my life, I feel like I have been slowly blending in more with the world, and my resemblance to Christ has become practically irrecognizable. Becoming like Christ is something we can never fully attain, but a goal that we must constantly work toward reaching.

I know I have my spot in heaven, but what am I doing to make sure my friends/family members/classmates/strangers are up there with me? The answer is "not enough."

"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' " Matthew 25:34-36,40

What are we doing to set ourselves apart? How are we serving His people? What else can we do to bring glory to His name?

You are right about one thing Gandhi--it's about time our Christians starting acting like our Christ.

A Review of My Week

My life has been kind of hectic this week, but here are a few things I wanted to comment on...
1. You can't properly enjoy a football victory if you are only hanging out with fans of the team that you're beating (pretty badly).
2. Wolfpack fans are great at talking junk (about their own team).
3. Raleigh has much better parks than Columbia. I got to see ducks, a carousel, and a little train that goes around and around. Plus some adults were having a sack race. And a band was playing for the dodgeball tournament. Intriguing.
4. People judge me because I happen to be a fan of rap music. But I guess I judge them too because let's face it--what kind of weirdo doesn't like Biggie?
5. I think I found a fingertip in my sour cream and cheddar potato chips yesterday. I thought about conducting a further investigation, but decided that ignorance is bliss, discarded the unknown object, and finished the bag of chips.

Just a few things...

First, I am SUPER excited about heading to Raleigh on Thursday to cheer for the Tigers! Say a prayer for me though cause I'm going to be an orange speck in a sea of red and I know from past experience that Wolfpack fans are not that welcoming to outsiders. This will be the tiebreaker between my roommate and me about who really is the best team. I wore the State t-shirt to class my first year of lawschool, and she donned the orange last year. It's my last year at USC, I need to leave with some pride (especially around all the Gamecocks)!
Second, for those of you who can't find my picture page, here is the link.
Jerri's Photos

There's a pretty good chance that your picture is on there!

Love you guys and I miss those I don't get to see too often!

...

In the spring you complimented me and kissed my forehead.
I was invincible and oblivious peering from the pedestal you built for me
and I thanked the rain for an excuse to dance with you.
Now my soul shivers at the memory of you and I smile as I remember
learning to love again.

But winter came and you took a piece of me every time you went away.
Bruised and broken I hugged my knees and watched your shadow disappear
and I thanked the rain for hiding my tears from you.
Now my soul shudders at the memory of you but I smile as I remember
learning to love myself again.