I contracted a serious case of senioritis today. I was sitting in Spanish and it hit me. I don’t want to be here. We have been studying the subjunctive tense for 6 weeks. I am tired of this place. I want to go away, preferably to college, more specifically Baylor University. The beautiful day just made me all the more anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I love Ames, Iowa, and I love Ames High School and I love the people around me, and I’m not quite ready to leave (although I’m quickly approaching that point). But it is all just starting to wear on me. I’m ready for a completely new environment. I want to meet new people, explore new places, and find out who I am when I’m away from the people and the places I have grown up with.

Senioritis is caused by a lack of stimulus. We no longer need to perform as well in school if we’ve already been accepted. Our sports are either over or drawing to a close. There is simply not as much to apply ourselves to. But I need to fight this temporary disease. God has put so much opportunity in front of me. He keeps presenting opportunities to glorify him even as I feel ready to move with him into the next stage of my life. I can hear Him saying to me, “Vince, your work isn’t done here,” and he backs it up by giving me a chance to  share the gospel with a friend, raise money for wells that will provide clean water for His people, or speak at our high school youth group. His mission and His grace wake me up every morning.

Wherever you are, be all there. -Jim Elliot.

That’s my prayer for the time leading up to next fall. That I, through God’s power, would be “all here,” even if I have to study the subjunctive tense  in Spanish for another 6 weeks.

Unintelligent Donkeys

Iowa State fans, Let me start this blog post by letting you know that I am one of you. Born and raised in Ames, I’ve always been a fan. When Iowa State lost to Hampton in the first round of the NCAAs, I balled for hours. Now that my credibility has been established, I have a complaint. I had a great time watching our cyclones defeat the #5 jayhawks, but my enjoyment level was severely hampered by the booing that followed every single call the referee made. I’m not even exaggerating. Two hours after the game, the boos are still echoing around my ear canal. The 65 year old lady behind me yelled something about the refs being unintelligent donkeys, but I think she worded that a bit more harshly. At one point, people were booing so loudly that the floor started shaking. I get that the fans wanted to see their team win. I did too. But I looked around Hilton at one point and thought about how ridiculous it all was. People are screaming at three men as they try to officiate the throwing of a orange leather ball through a circle.

There are lots of things we should be standing up out of our chairs and screaming about, all sorts of injustice and sin. One-eighth of the world has no clean water. There are 2.5 million modern day slaves being trafficked around the globe. I could go on all day. But we go to basketball games and yell at middle-aged men in striped shirts. Just something to think about.

A bit in the mouth of a horse controls the whole horse. A small rudder on a huge ship in the hands of a skilled captain sets a course in the face of the strongest winds. A word out of your mouth may seem of no account, but it can accomplish nearly anything—or destroy it!

James 3:3-5 (The Message version)