[weekend slacker]

Last weekend, I slacked off big time. I didn’t do any of my devotionals. I was scheduled to volunteer, but didn’t go. I skipped Mass. Flaking out on my volunteer duties was due to the fact that I stayed out late the night before (discovered a bar down the street from me that served $6 beer liters, holla!); the rest was a mixture of a weekend funk and my own laziness.

I can’t explain the funk. I don’t know where it came from, or why I felt the way I did. My life had been going along pretty steadily, no drama or big, unexpected life events. Money was a little tight, but it wasn’t anything crazy. I had enough to pay bills and buy food. I just felt sad. Worn down. I had very little desire to interact with other people. I spent the entire weekend holed up in my apartment, watching Netflix and shows that I had recorded. I completely neglected everything else.

I’m coming out of my doldrums, but I hope the next time a funk hits, I won’t let it affect my spiritual life. I’ve found in the past that when I’ve gone to Mass or read the Bible when I was in a crappy mood, it’s helped, either by speaking to me in a profound way or just by providing a sense of comfort.

What do you do when you find yourself in a funk?

[you are where God wants you to be]

Earlier this evening, as I was watching the latest episode of The Glee Project (keep the snickers down to a minimum, k thx), one of the contestants said something that was profound in its simplicity. During his last chance performance (the last chance a contestant has at proving to the judges that he or she deserves to stay in the competition), he told the judges, “I’m here because God wants me to be here right now.” Think about it: wherever you are at in your life, it’s because God iwants you there.

I witnessed this recently in my own life. The first permanent, full-time job I got after graduating college was as a staff assistant at a local university. In addition to answering the phones and doing basic clerical work, I kept track of the donations the university received and got them ready to be entered into our database. Eventually I was promoted to actually entering them into the database, and then I received another promotion that saw me balancing out each month’s donations and working with IT to resolve database issues. None of the jobs were my dream job. In college, I majored in public relations, so I was prepared to start a career in either that field, or somewhere else in media. It was what I was educated in, and it was where my skill set was most valuable. When I first got hired on at the university, I was pretty confident that I wouldn’t be there past a year. It was just a job to pay the bills while I looked for something more relevant.

I ended up working at that university for almost four years, and I frequently wondered why the hell I was there. I hated math and numbers, and problem solving that involved math and numbers, and the primary function of my job was to keep track of the donations we got in, make sure each month balanced out, and reconcile for any discrepancies. While there were a handful of people with whom I truly enjoyed working, there were just as many who were difficult to get along with and who made day-to-day operations such a process. Office politics were through the roof, and I was often frustrated. I searched for jobs, but got nowhere. I felt like I was stuck in a dead-end with no outlet. I vented to friends, and I vented to God, asking why I was in the job that I was in. I was grateful to have a job in an economy that was tanking, but it wasn’t where I wanted to be. And no matter how much I vented, I stayed put. God made it clear to me I’d be there for awhile.

In March of this year, I received and accepted a job offer with an ad firm, and I saw why I was at the university for so long. During those long years, I matured as a young professional, and as a person. I learned how to interact with a large group of people with very different personalities. I learned how to be proactive in whatever job I found myself in. I accepted the fact that there were times where I’d have to suck it up and do tasks I didn’t like. I learned to pick my battles. I learned how to deal with office politics. I learned the importance of communication. I learned how to cover my ass. I learned to be happy even when things didn’t go according to my plans. When I started my new job, I had a whole new set of skills unrelated to my degree and my past media experience which set me up for success. Looking back, I think that if I had started a career in media right out of the gate, it wouldn’t have worked out. I was at that university for so long because God wanted me there. He wanted me to grow and mature so that when He finally gave me an opportunity, I’d make the most of it. His plan wasn’t what I wanted, but it ended up being what I needed (of course).

When life is moving along fine and dandy, it’s easy to say, “Oh, it’s totally in God’s plan.” It’s when we’re at a standstill that it becomes harder to fully believe it. But from looking at my own experiences, I think it’s when we’re at a standstill that God is working the most. Even when we don’t see it, we are where we are because God wants us there.

[give me your eyes]

Yesterday, while Arleen and I were emailing what we learned from our devotionals, she mentioned Matthew 13:16-17:

“But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear. Truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it.”

She said it reminded her of a song by Brandon Heath, called “Give Me Your Eyes,” about seeing other people through the eyes of Jesus. This has been one of the areas I have been trying to work on in my own life. I tend to get into the habit of looking at other people as things. Things that need to be dealt with, things that need to be endured, things that need to be judged. Looking at people in this way dehumanizes them, and I’ve noticed the little ways in which this outlook has influenced my actions: I’m impatient. I don’t listen. I trivialize problems and situations others are experiencing. I’m less compassionate. I’m incredibly judgmental. The list goes on and on.

When I take a hard look at my attitude toward others, it makes me sad. I’ve read about situations in which others have dehumanized their fellow human beings (often in more sensational ways, i.e., the Stanford Prison Experiment) and never thought that would happen to me. And while I’ve never taken it to extremes like abuse, I have neglected to look at others as people, just like me, who have feelings and emotions, just like me. This needs to change, because I can’t claim to be a follower of Christ while treating people like crap. I want my life to be a reflection of God. I want to say, “I love people” instead of my default response, which is, “Ugh, I hate people!” I have decided to make that Brandon Heath song my personal prayer to help make this happen.