half the time we're gone, but we don't know where

My blog has been a little silent lately, I know.

Follow my fallible logic. If there's about 52 weeks in a year, then that means there should be about 52 Sundays in a year. Well, given that I attend two (i.e. youth group and EM) services every Sunday, this would indicate that I probably listen to an average of 52 x 2 sermons per year. Okay, let's say that I occasionally attend Friday night bible studies on top of that as well. Shiza, that's a lotta food.

But I'm going to be completely honest. I don't think I remember 90% of what I'm actually taught. Okay, I lie. I think it's more like 95%. And there are times when I feel like I'm the only person in the universe that struggles with this rather sad phenomenon that has shown to have detrimental effects unto my ever-growing intelligence--or lack thereof. But hey, don't you absolutely LOOOVE it when you come across a sentence that changes your life? I've never heard a life-changing sermon ever in my life. And I've never been to a life-changing bible study either. And a large part of the reason is that I end up forgetting most of the things that I learn as soon as I exit the building. But you know what? I've come across a few life-changing sentences. Very few though. But I mean, these are very, very wise sentences that have had life-changing effects. And I am eternally grateful for powerful teachers and disciplers who sit there patiently and choose to dedicate their lives to this powerful transmission of knowledge.

If the fear of the LORD is truly the beginning of knowledge, then I believe SO MUCH that knowledge is power.