Five Minutes...

The other day I was driving to campus later than I usually do, I had missed my class and was going to attend the next class session that took place right after my usual class got out. So I was not used to seeing people walking on the street that I usually take to school.

This street, Foster, goes by La Mirada High School, and a park and on any normal day of going to class is eerily empty, a large park with maybe one disc-golf player, a high school, parking lot filled with cars and not a person in sight on the left side and a neighborhood on the right side of the road. I usually fly down this school zone at about 45-50 mph (speed limit is 45 unless as the sign says, "children present" then it is 25)

But as I said this day was different, I was going to class and hour and half later, at 3:00 rather than 1:30... not a huge difference in time, but a momentousness difference in life and movement of the street. I came around the usual corner thinking I can just fly on down the road as usual and to my surprise there was a high school aged girl and her two little sisters waking by holding hands, this caught me off guard and I slowed down to 25mph as I should have, and followed them by in my mirror astonished to see someone on the street, and they got behind me I saw across the street a quadriplegic mad being drug into his house in my mirror. I say drug because it was clear this was no kind act to help the man out, the nurse pulling him looked irritated and bothered by the act. As I looked up again a flood of cars started pouring out of the school, most in such a rush to get where ever they were going and even more cars in the park with families getting out for a nice Monday stroll in the park at this point I see a minivan pulled over by the cop I see there every day. The mother, I assume, was standing out side the minivan and the cop was looking under the seat of the back row with a flash light, children all in their seats still as the cop searched the van. And like that I was back on campus and back to the normal life I know.

Interesting? maybe... but what got me thinking was I am usually coming back the other way at most five minutes later on a normal day and yet I see none of this... For a brief five to ten minutes this street is so busy and so lively and like that we go back to the place where I drive with maybe one or two runners a day...

How often do we miss what something is about by only five minutes? How often do we think we know how some thing or someone is or acts by what we see on a regular basses and yet really are only five minutes off? How often do we get so caught up in our daily habits and schedules that we completely miss what is really going on around us?

This might be a total stretch to jump to this kind of a conclusion but honestly that was the first thing that came to mind as I entered back into my daily habits and forgot about it all over again.

And maybe a bigger question is, how often do we miss what God is telling us by only five minutes, or by being so controlled by our schedules? Can you, can I break away from our daily habits to see what God is telling us? Can I allow myself to be an hour and half late to class and five minuets away from my planed course on a regular basis, if only to see what things are like? And hopefully to see what God wants from us in our lives?

Intro

Ok so,
I have never been one for blogs really but I have recently gotten into some. "More about the tone" by Matthew Dick and the pnuma project by Daren Munson and Mike White... as well as the updates that Dan and Chris are giving us on their missions trip.

So, when I tell you this is just a trial that is it just a trial, this is more just a place for me to write out what I think and a way for me to process what I am thinking, maybe you can give input or maybe it will start you thinking... but here we go.