Last night I went over to Wayne's place and helped him plan some various stuff for TFLAS.  On the way home I had a thought.  "'A Dangerous pastime.'  'I know.'"  It all comes about an accusation that all men fear commitment and this comment by Ben about how the world would often like us to move faster than that for which we are prepared.  I don't think that I fear commitment, but I do think that I fear the pain which can be associated with love.  I make many commitments every year, and I keep them.  The thought that suddenly sprung into my head was, "Do I have a fear of commitment to Christ?" 

I think the answer is yes.  I know that I am a contrary person.  Maybe not as bad as in The Beattle's Hello Goodbye, but I was raised to question authority and to root for the underdog.  So I can recognise the fact that when people have told me that I should be a priest I rebel against it.  But what if I also fear the commitment that would entail?  Because I think that I do.  Very much so.

So I've been thinking about that this past day.  Then, Bill calls me up and needed an ear tonight.  I guess he's had two bad pieces of news this week, so you might keep him in your prayers.  He'll be on the kitchen staff for the Newman Center retreat this weekend, so I'm hoping that something will happen up there to ease his burden. 

This weekend I need to remember to set up a new E-mail account for Trollhalla related E-mails.  The list traffic for the new T&T edition is murdering the account I've been using these past two years.  I also need to see about finding a new CD-ROM player, as Drive D has read its last disk.  I'm hoping to not have to waste more than $20. 

"One who conquers himself is greater than another who conquers a thousand times a thousand on the battlefield.” ~ Buddha