Monday, March 31, 2008


I have never had much problem with writer's block. I believe procrastination is more of an issue. Once I begin writing, I usually do fine.

Today, I am experiencing "teacher's block." I'm fresh out of ideas! I'm going to make a ballpark estimate and guess that I have delivered some variation of this message -- "Choose Christ" -- about 125 times in the last 2 1/2 years. How do ministers come up with something different week after week after week? Forgive me Lord, but I am feeling just a little redundant.

There's a part of me that wants to walk into class on Wednesday and say, "God loves you. Jesus died for you. Forgiveness and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit are just one request away. Any questions?" Then we could all kick back and take a nap for the remaining 50 minutes.

I suppose I could kill 2 more minutes by demonstrating the frying of an egg. Remember this commercial? (Hold up egg) "This is your brain. (Crack egg into hot frying pan) This is your brain on drugs. Any questions?"

Between those two statements regarding God and the effects of drugs, I think I could easily cover all the ground that needs covering each week. I could come in every Wednesday and give this same speech and egg frying demonstration, since repetition builds learning. Eventually, they would get that God loves them and that drugs are bad, right?

Actually, I think that they do get that God loves them and drugs are bad. It just doesn't seem to be enough to convince them to love God back and stop doing drugs. I tell them, "God doesn't make junk." I tell them, "God created you to be in a relationship with him." I tell them, "You can find healing and rest and peace and freedom in Jesus Christ."

Remember LPs? (For you younger readers, these were magical vinyl discs that you placed on a special machine that turned round and round. Then you put a stick containing a needle and wires on top of the spinning vinyl circle and it brought forth sound. It was a medieval device for listening to music.) Two of my brothers shared a room growing up. One of them had the bad habit of listening to a certain album -- a certain song -- over and over and over again. The other one finally became so annoyed that he ran the needle back and forth over the album until it was scratched beyond repair. I seem to recall a fist fight next broke out, but at least we were all spared another hearing of "American Pie."

Some weeks, I feel like these women would like to be spared hearing the same message "cleverly" disguised to sound like something slightly different. You wonder if any of them are thinking, "If she says trust God one more time, I'm going to hit the roof!"

If anyone is raising an eyebrow over my flippant attitude at the moment, I really am much more committed to all of this than I appear. Heck, I'm not just being flippant, I'm also feeling very apathetic about it all. What can I say? Some days, I seem to be unable to flip the switch and produce. I know it will pass soon enough. It always does. But it does get a little annoying -- being blocked -- kind of like the 125th consecutive hearig of "American Pie."

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