Walking

I just made the 30 min. walk home from my friend Leslie's apartment at 1:00 in the morning. I know that sounds highly unsafe, but seriously I never feel threatened walking around Manhattan at any given hour....now Brooklyn is a whole other story (Julie can vouge for that;). After being in Texas for 2 weeks, walking is one of the many things I missed about New York. I could eat an entire pie and feel like I walked off every calorie by the time I get home. All I'm saying is who needs South Beach and Atkins when you've got the walker-friendly city?

Long weekends are the greatest (thank you Dr. King). A whole extra day to do all those things you wished you would have gotten around to doing as you drag yourself into the office on any given Monday morning. And when the weekend's over, there's still the shortened work week to look forward to.

One of my co-workers came with me to church tonight. And, no, I did not invite her. She approached me. And, not only that, but she wants to come again next week. At some point along the way I came to understand that the power of conversion does not lie in my hands. It's just that sometimes I'm priveleged enough to find myslef in a place where I am able to witness the process unfold. And then sometimes I even get to play a supporting role in the whole experience. Do I think church will cast some special power upon this girl? No, but I think that God will....and I feel like church is a pretty reliable catylist for that whole process. I'm ashamed to admit that all of this sovereignty business often doesn't make me feel any less insecure about saying or doing something that will send this girl running in the opposite direction when she is so close to crossing that line.