The Chosen One, is this what was promised?

Saturday, Kitty had us watch Gamers, an interesting movie that was obviously only fit for direct to video.

Sunday, I attended services at Church for the Nations, at JC's request. Tonight's power outage during the thunderstorm wiped out my cftn review. I'm not going to rewrite it all right now. I need to spend that time on HLA3.

Father Milt's homily was right on, comparing the chance to rest and renourish in mass to that of the Apostles when crossing the lake. Mass is the one place where I don't have to be "on", whether for my cat at home, coworkers and customers at work, or family and friends when out-and-about. Mass is a place where my concentration on prayer is rarely divided by outside sources. Mass is one of two places where I feel comfortable enough that I can fall asleep even when I'm well rested. The other place is when I'm a passenger in a moving vehicle. What?! Yes, I can fall asleep during mass, even during an amazing homily, because of how much of refuge it is from the work-a-day world. There have been times where I have fought the oncoming sleep to the best of my ability, and others when it snuck up on me, only to have me notice as I woke up. They always end up being micro-sleeps, unless I actually come to a mass unrested. Amazingly, Father Milt discussed such rest in his homily, exactly as I have experienced it since childhood. It's not something I've discussed with others, yet he descibed my exact experiences. So I suspect that he has encountered it in multiple parishoners during his years in the priesthood.

After mass, one of my fellow parishoners noticed my limp and asked me a few questions about it. He suggested that the sheath housing my tendons ripped and was ripped again and again before fully healing. He discussed how such a rip occurs, what causes it to heal so slowly, how such slow healing lends itself to retearing before completely healing, and what to do to speed up the healing. He had learned of this from his sports doctor, from his days as an athelete. Just as Father Milt's homily fit me exactly, so too did this conversation fit my injury. I caused the injury just as he described. I'd feel better and worse just as he described, and he made it all make sense to me for the first time. So, of course as soon as I got home I began preparing the treatment he suggested. How can anyone doubt the movement of the Holy Spirit through His Church after two such synchonistic occurrances within an hour of each other?

Well, it's only a few days left until I'll be running Shadowfist demonstrations and co-running Hogwarts Live Action: The Centaur of Hogsmeade. I have lots of work to do before Thursday morning. See y'all on the flip side (unless I see some of you there).

Thanks to Kitty for the quiz:

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything. You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life. You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you. Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace. You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life. Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times. At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you. You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others. You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

What Temperment Are You?