Three-day weekends are supposed to be fun. This sucks.
So I'm getting ready for school today and I feel what can only be politely referred to as "severe gastrointestinal distress" the likes of which I haven't felt since my time in Ecuador in '95. We'll just leave it at that. Anyways, it's severe enough to leave my kids at the hands of a sub today and sit around with a gallon of Gatorade to try and keep myself hydrated.
Finished reading Thirsting For God in a Land of Shallow Wells by Matthew Gallatin. It's written from the point of view of a convert to Orthodoxy from Calvery Chapel-type charismatic protestantism. I bought it for my wife, ironically, as I had heard it would be a helpful voice in "crossing the wilderness" of lowered emotionalism that moving from "Celebrate Jesus" to "Only Begotten Son and Word of God" can cause. She's reading it now.
Guess I found it...eh...all right. He does a good job at defending Orthodox beliefs against the "What th-?!" types of questions posed by many a confused friend from the Evangelical days. What I found repeatedly frustrating was his simplistic view of the Evangelical experience with God. He seems to be the kind of person who will, in romantic fashion, sing the praises of whatever confession he's in at the time, leaving the other confession to obviously lack something.
Don't get me wrong; I'm very well-convinced of the numerous advantages I think the Church has over my "Bapticostal" upbringing, but...to say that the Protestant experience is always limited to knowing about God through the Scriptures instead of experiencing Him directly? That wasn't my experience at ALL. Guess I'm just one of those guys who likes the "best offense is a good defense" idea...build up your side and the light it shines out will cast light on the ugly parts (and I stress the word parts) of where you come from.
I'm not about burning bridges; just crossing them.
Ugh. Gatorade time again.