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Something More About Micah
If I had a dime for all the math courses that I skipped, I'd have 35 cents. The last time I told someone this, they gave me a courtesy laugh and told me that my joke was too obvious to be funny.
Me: Hey, if you don't get it, then that's fine. You don't have to demean me in front of my peers and eyes.
Him: First of all, we're alone ...
Me (whispering): [We're never alone]
Him: Secondly, I DID get it. Thirdly, that's not the point.
Me: But it is, isn't it?
I've had two identity changes in my life. The first happened during the summer of 1990. On a trip to New Orleans, I discovered that pledging allegiance to Jesus Christ meant more than existing in a home with Christian parents and hanging out with nominal believers. I found that there was something active about it, which initiated an internal roller coaster ride that has yet to stop.
On January 4, 2003, my identity changed once more, having upgraded from being a whole person to half a person. The other half is Sonnie, my Minnesotan beauty. With heavy doses of passion and honesty, she pushes me either toward integrity (when I'm humble) or toward insanity (when I'm proud).
Our first son, Micah (no, not "Junior," not that there's anything wrong with that), arrived on September 28, 2005 and is managing to out-curious our cat.
In 1997, I graduated with a Pre-Seminary degree from Southeastern Bible College in Birmingham, Ala., (half of my life has been spent in Alabama). Now, I'm working on a Master of Arts degree in Biblical studies from Denver Seminary in Colorado (the location of the other half). My hopes and dreams include serving the Church through the spiritual gift of editing. I also hope to be omniscient — a hope that forces me to ask, "Isn't this hope borne out of a lack of omniscience? I mean, if I were omniscient, then wouldn't I realize that all-knowingness is an impossibility for humans? But then, I don't really have to be omniscient to realize that, do I? I guess not." You'd think that this kind of internal exchange would deter my hope, but I'm afraid I'll only realize the futility of it all when I'm omniscient.
Any articles that I write will probably end up in the Men's Hall, though every once in a while, I'll wander out into the Student Lounge only to quickly retreat before I breathe in too much estrogen.