Brian and I visited a church today that really "gets" pursuing opening the heavens, seeing the kingdom - alive and working here on earth, grasping the truth and just running for it. Too bad it's in Fremont. A bit of a drive, but in my mind it's worth it. I'm thinking we'll have to visit next Sunday.
Actually, I wish that our church/former church/ex-church, whatever it is now, would wake up to reality. That we are not in the 70's where people want to come to church to see a musical, sappy, intent-to-be-entertaining (but in reality nauseating) sermon. I don't want to feel embarrassed by the leadership. I don't want to feel like I'm frustrated because the body is following (blindly) the new leadership, when the new leadership has their own agendas and intentionally keeps the truth from the rest of the people. I want to be a part of the Church that invests in the next generation and builds up a group of people who are learning, growing and LIVING the message of Jesus Christ.
Aside from the refreshing visit to the church this morning where I felt like I was open and able to really worship the living God I love, trust and adore, and hear a message from the pastor that stimulated my thoughts, made me think and want to take action, the rest of the day was pretty low-key.
Brian and I hung out at his sister's place with a few friends for the Superbowl. I never really knew how the game worked until my brother played football in high school. Now that I know the rules and what's actually going on, it's kind of enjoyable to watch. I was rooting for the Saints since, well, they were the underdogs. And I always love to see a twist in expectations. Plus, it was their first time at the Superbowl itself, and I thought they would appreciate the win more. So they won. And I was happy.
After a little Rock Band after the game, and observing the roommates/friends of the people living at the place we were at, I was done. I'm not much for being around people who find it entertaining to act weird while drunk. I mean, come on. Vodka spiked Jello - eaten off the kitchen floor? That was the red flag that said "i'm done." Don't get me wrong. I love those girls. I just have gotten to the place where I don't need to do things to call attention to myself. I hope that someday they'll realize that they have much more potential than being THE cool party-girls.
It's interesting though. I find that I get along really well with people who have been drinking, and their inhibitions have been lowered. I naturally have a rediculously odd sense of humor, and it takes most people a few drinks to arrive at that state of mind. I've been called "the drunkest sober person I have ever met". I wish more people would be comfortable with being "not-so-cool" or goofy without a drink or two, because I've realized that I am naturally "not-so-cool and goofy" without alcohol. Until that day, i'll just have to keep being myself, surrounding myself with the people who understand me, and enjoy life as it happens :)