What if God is Hairy....?

Alright, there's good news and bad news.

Of course the bad news is first: you easy-queasy's should cover your eyes...

I've decided to go French and stop shaving my legs for the time I'm here. Honestly, it's too cold (okayyyy, really only just chilly) to have smooth legs here. And I only have so many razors. So why bother? My mind is made up. No going back. (Mmmmmaybe I didn't have to write that here...tmi? Oh well, you knew what you were getting into when you started reading this blog anyway...you can take it I'm sure. Plus most of you will never have to see it b/c I'm re-Americanizing when I get back to the states.)

Anyway. Now the good news. Well, it's more of the regular news, sorry I kinda cheated on y'all :)

Fresh wave of conviction: the other day when Kate and I went on the train to go to IKEA, there was a man who obviously was either homeless or simply very poor, and sounded a bit intoxicated, who was asking for handouts in a very gruff manner (in French so I don't know the whole story), and unlike the others who we periodically see doing the same, he didn't play music or sing or offer anything in return for this money--just went down the aisle shoving his hand in the passengers' faces, giving baleful glares to those who either looked away or slightly shook their heads, and apparently disgusted with the lack of results, flipped off our car as he exited to the next one. I kept thinking, if I did give him something he would drink it that same evening. (And that was ashamedly my cynical side coming out...)

BUT...Kate and I got to talking earlier today, and it made me think...about me-us. And God. And the dynamics of that relationship. I mean, how many days is my technique to waltz right up to God's throne engulfed in my own dirty worldly thoughts and selfish desires and dressed in rags of pride and such, not doing a darn thing to please the King, and plunk out my grubby hand demanding the Lord to gimme gimme gimme. And when the immediate response is nothing, I am full of self-rightious anger that He had the nerve to deny me something that was so obviously not mine to ask for. Owch, the truth hurts sometimes....

Also, listened to Matt Chandler the other night and he said something that stuck out to me: he was recounting Paul's misdoings as Saul, killing Christians and all that, and then he (Matt) said there was always the thought of our 'having gone too far because of our sin to go back.' So his response was,

"(If you were to compare yourself to Paul) Your sin...plays in the Little Leagues on Thursday afternoons at 3 in the afternoon. No one even comes out to watch your sin." (might've paraphrased a little)

Hahahahahah...just when you think you've gone too far remember that. And what Paul turned into through Christ. Thank youuuuu, Matt Chandler, for making my sin seem pathetic. haha.

What else...The weather today has been very remniscent of Texas: within the hour it rained, was cloudy, was completely brilliantly sunny and blue, and now is cloudy again. And one thing they don't tell you: rain hits with no warning here. It's soft and quiet, no thunder, and darned if poor Kate wasn't caught in a sudden storm yesterday. BUT they also don't tell you it stops within 10 minutes. So if we're ever caught, we'll just wait it out inside or under something.

I think I'll write more later today, but at the risk of getting boring now (hey I'm already down to talking about the weather for cryin out loud) I'll leave you wanting more. A tout a l'heure!
-Annie

p.s. the only thing I can think of to explain the title is that I wanted to incorperate some aspects of this post into one sentence, and I wanted to be philosophical....i think it turned out rather nicely :)