Hate or Love?

 

I saw something that irked me today. I was on campus, simply walking to the bus stop after class to go home, when I saw a crowd in the Tate courtyard and many students staring. I looked over to see a man on the platform, yelling at the group of students before him. I couldn’t even understand what it was he was saying- just that he was yelling. I saw as I walked that there was a young girl at the bottom of the platform talking intensely to him, as if she was trying to reason with him, but I couldn’t hear what she said at all because of the distance that separated us.

I couldn’t understand all of what the man’s response was to whatever she had said, only that it was something to the effect of: ” Well, if you spoke to the lost as much as you’re flapping your tongue right now, you might be a decent Christian!”  Then not five seconds later, the man said to the guy standing next to the young woman, “Well, boyfriend, are you a fornicator?”

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Exhaustion was never so sweet

I am physically drained and mentally worn. A week of preparing for a genetics test while trying to tear yourself away from an amazing book and then cramming for an animal and dairy science test that covers half a semester’s worth of work in one night is a sure way to come to such an end. Even though my body fails me at such time as this, my spirit is unyielding because of the Lord.

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