Celebrity Status

I think I entered a new realm of existence at my school, a kooky one to be sure.

I had my head shaved into a Mohawk during lunch by a couple of students. It was part of a fund raiser--dare a staff member to do something and have students pay to have you do it. I was one of the biggest money makers. That made me feel good enough, but during the shaving ("I thought he said shave the world") I had a record number of phones and cameras aimed at me. Students that I have never had, seen, heard of crowded around to witness and add input to the sculpting of my scalp.

When I was done, there were many cheers, more laughs, and a couple of shrieks. But over all, I'm getting loads of attention. It's like being the Speedo Man in Grand Junction (I'll explain another time). And, likewise, the weirdest part is trying to act like nothing is different.

Odd Little Spiritual Insight

I preach at my church from time to time (once a month for now), and I was trying to think of something to say for one of my weekends. I don't know where it came from but, I think that Satan is just like my cat. For those of you who don't like cats, this comparison is nothing knew. In fact, I think cats are the animals that are most frequently compare to the devil. But the epiphany hit me (it didn't hurt too bad though) like this.

Everyday I get up and get ready for my day, and before I leave the house, I looked moderately spiffy. On most days, but especially those when I wear black pants, my cats decides to rub against my leg, leaving a trail of orange a white hair that can never be gotten off by just the brush of a hand. The hair, of course, represents sin and all of its annoying traits: it seems harmless but you don't want others to notice, and you can't just shake yourself free of it.

The analogy goes on to compare the Holy Spirit to a lint roller or something like that. But I won't bother describing that.