Anna’s Blog

It's always a treat to host any sort of sporting event on campus. Especially on the weekends. ...Especially against our rivals. On the basketball court, a skirmish for the ages. An epic duel...

Philadelphia Biblical University versus Baptist Bible College.

Being Valentine's Day, it seemed even more appropriate for every PBU fan out there to completely deck out in red, black and white. The stands in the Mighty MAC were truly a sight to behold. Big Red Machine, anyone? (You're too young...)

Certainly, I watched the game. Certainly, I did. Just... secondarily. I cannot lie - my primary reason for any event such as this (as contradictory as the preface to this entry might suggest), is purely social. It's farrrrr more fun to talk than to care much about the game.

...On the other hand... when we play BBC...

I may know as much about a game of basketball as any given elementary school-age girl, but you wouldn't know it to observe me observing a game. I shout my dismay at a bad call (only after checking to see PBU's coach's reaction, and the guys on the bench, mimicking their response), cheer obnoxiously when we score a point or two or three (those ones are easy to identify!) and high five my neighbor whenever the urge arises... I pretend to know the game. And that's half the fun. :)

...We didn't win this game. But that's not to say our men didn't persevere and hold their own - until the very end as the Defenders pulled away to a 71-89 victory over our own Crimson Eagles. Sigh.

I had fun, anyway. :)

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To me, one of the most frustrating things about being a girl is that my hair gets EVERYWHERE.

I was sitting in class today, looking rather nice with a cute black shirt and my "dressy" jeans, and I glanced at my shoulders. Ugh. Fallen-out blonde hair. Everywhere. Disgustedly, I picked the hair piece by piece off my cute black shirt. And then I began to muse. (Class is good for that.)

How many hairs do I lose each and every day? How am I not bald yet??

And then I hear, as if from a distance: ...and Jesus says in Matthew 10... the very hairs on your head are all numbered...

Waaaait a second. I lose hairs by the minute, I'm sure of it. And yet... He has each one numbered? Like... He pays close enough attention to ME as an individual that He is aware when ONE hair falls out? When ONE new hair grows?

Um. Wow. How special do I feel right now? And yet, He pays that close of attention to everybody! Jesus is... (insert every awesome adjective here).

An interesting epiphany for sure. Think about that the next time you brush your hair, or the next time you're tempted to be irritated that your outfit is ruined by the presence of certain loose blonde hairs.

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Saturday night.

Brieanne.

Sarah.

Me.

Coffee.

Handstands.

MUSIC.

Dancing with a mop.

Coffee.

Dutch Blitz.

Dress up.

Running through halls.

Screaming.

Laughing.

Hot Cocoa.

"Dan in Real Life."

Camera.

Cat shirt.

Coffee.

Chaos.

Saturday night.

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...Kind of running on the same philosophical theme as my last post...

I'm currently reading The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel.

If you haven't read it, you should. The book describes why we can be certain of not only the reality of God, but of His Goodness and His purpose for our lives.

I want to know why I believe what I believe. Told from the perspective of an ex-skeptic, including interviews with different theological and scientific thinkers of our day, The Case for Faith presents that knowledge - at least significant aspects of it. Put it on your book list for this year.

Some food for thought - Charles Templeton, an agnostic ex-Evangelical minister and close personal friend of Billy Graham, said to Strobel that the thing he missed most about his faith was... Jesus. Though he could no longer bring himself to the conclusion that there was a loving God holding the cosmos in place, the Person of Jesus Christ still brought tears to his eyes. There's something magnetically compelling about Him, even if Templeton ultimately rejected the Lord. Has He impacted you in the same way? ...Have you let Him?

And as much as I seek to know as much as I possibly can about the LORD we serve, may I never lose sight of the relationship I have with One who called me to Himself; He who did not consider equality with God a thing to be grasped but emptied Himself, taking the very nature of a servant and being made in human likeness. He who humbled Himself and became obedient unto death. He that at whose Name every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father.

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Lately, something has really been on my heart... to study.

It's strange, right? I'm a student, it should be on my heart to study. But I'm not just talking about the stuff I have to do for class. This is... personal study. Reflection. Inspection. Observation. Speculation. Meditation. Examination. Review. (Yes, I did just do a search for 'study' on Thesaurus.com...)

Not only is it important to know that you believe, but to truly know what you believe. 1 Peter 3 tells us to always be ready to 'make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you.' How can a believer do that if they are uniformed - without necessary study? I want to know God! I want to grasp as much as has been revealed about Him!

Perhaps this is the one of the influences visiting the synagogue has had on me. Jewish culture - and rightly so - puts a huge emphasis on life-long learning. The rabbi related this sentiment, "The Torah is new with each reading." Every day brings a different perspective, different experiences, different understanding. How interesting, this new mindset of mine. How often do we read something once or twice, overhear something in class, glance over notes... and think we have LEARNED it? I know I'm guilty of this with my Bible reading more often than I'd like to admit. Oh, I've read that Psalm before... I grew up hearing that story of Jesus... This is such a wrong concept of 'learning'!

Think think about it.

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