SOULFORCE, Prelude

Today SOULFORCE is coming. If you don't know what that is, you can check them out here: http://www.soulforce.org/ They are a group of individuals, some straight, some gay, some lesbian, and some transgender people that are trying to get christian colleges to stop discriminating against homosexuality. They also identify themselves as Christians.

7:03 AM - I stepped outside of D1, tripped on a stair on the way to the street, and stumbled into Rebekah Turner's green car. We were going to Brew Mountain to study. I was astonished when I looked around. The sky was ashen grey. Cop cars everywhere. Police officers, security officers, a white windy satellite pole reaching into the sky from an ambulence like truck with "Sherrif" written on the side. Black uniforms. Kara Holthous, our trusty campus operations handywoman was wheeling around in a golf cart. Colten yawned in front of Red Hill, among a cluster of security guards. His expression seemed to read, here we go.

9:01 AM - Driving back to campus we had to show our I.D.s SOULFORCE is coming! (between 10 and 2) The entire campus grounds was parametered by a police officer every 10 yards. I got dropped off in front of Red Hill and greeted Allison and Max, a matching couple sporting plastic PHC I.D. brazonly hung from their chests. Today we were part of something. Part of a wildly conservative christian college that stood against homosexuality. NO INTERACTION on campus. NO INTERACTION at ALL was the recommended policy. Words came through my head, of what my gay friends had told me, Churches hate gay people.... Do they? Do you? After I told him I was going to Patrick Henry, he asked me if I would change... he asked me how they stood on the issue. I'm wondering what to say...


I have wing chapel now. like now. be back later. for SOULFORCE.. the aftermath!

late in the wee wee owaz

ok so as I write these non-scrutinizing words, it's 12:40 in la manana and i'm waiting for these sleeping pills to kick in. I just sat in the D1 (MTV, homiville) with Jenna, Travis, Mike, and Bri, and we basically warmed our behinds on the couches while complaing about our lives at PHC and in general, and sittin back to unload our messy heads. I'm not sure if that makes any sense, but... um... yea. Now I've realized three crucial things about myself. Actually not. Well, I've decided/discovered how distant I've grown from God. I've not been angry, "sinning", or any of the above. But I can see a distinct pattern of loss of joy. And another thing I miss is looking up at God each day, simply to marvel at the cross. The cross and work of Christ is so amazing and big that it is life-defining! so often I lose focus and trip all over myself.

i feel so strange though. after going through that grueling 100 mile, 4 day hike, i'm a limping girl with swollen feet and freshly broken blisters. i feel like an invalid. literally.

after getting off work tonight @ brew, i went to giant to buy yet another toothbrush (to stand in for the one that is lost somewhere in someplace). I wondered around for 30 minutes and ending up buying water (yum!), sleeping pills (yum!), a toothbrush, a backpacking mag, and a variety puzzles mag. i am so strange.

now i will scoop into variety puzzles for 3 minutes before these powerful pills that are now affecting my thoughts kick in.

g'night!