Another Day In The Life

Two weeks until the end of school! I am very excited to go home. It's such a weird feeling to be almost done with my freshman year of college. I don't feel old enough. Well, actually, now a freshman in college just doesn't sound very old to me, because high school sounds really young! It's been such a good year. I've learned even more than I thought I would, spiritually and intelectually. I'm so thankful I can be here.
This week was pretty normal; I did homework every night, with the occasional break to talk, then on Friday we went to the Coffee House again to hear our guys play again. They were really good, and this time we stayed to hear more good music. Clara and I also walked into town because it was so beautiful outside. Saturday I played soccer with Bryan, and was really encouraged by talking to him about how he's been putting God first and setting the example for his suitemates, our other good guy friends.
Today Natalie and I ran into our Tevya- dancing friend, who caught me up on the past season of 24 (that he watched from eleven one night until eight the next morning without stopping to sleep!) It seems to be a Monday thing.
Anyway, nothing much is happening around here, except that it's starting to buzz with the mixed feelings about going home for the summer.
One last thing~ some T.S. Eliot from "Journey of the Magi" that Dr. Smith sent us:

"All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we lead all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I have seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old Dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death."

This sounds rather depressing at first, but I think it's amazing. Doesn't it describe how we should feel when we've come into God's presence, when we've met him personally, and we come back to the world? Shouldn't we feel like going back, instead of feeling at home with the old idols of our world? I think Eliot captured both the feeling of the Magi who were changed by their encounter with Jesus, and the feeling we have when we encounter Christ. I wish I desired death to the world the same way the Magi who is speaking desires it~ I hope that I am brought to a deeper desire every day to live encountering Christ.