The true and faithful calling... questioned

Today at work we had a GI party where all the three levels were invited. The five levels and seven levels had a brake change. While out there in the blistery winter we somehow, though not surprisingly started a conversation about Hooters. I told them that I thought that there were some places that Christians just ought not to go, which has been preached to me many times. I told them that I thought bars, Hooters, strip clubs and the like were some of these places. A fellow worker whom I respect though not in theology, began quoting scripture to me (he has read the Bible three times through). He quoted a part of Matthew I believe though I can't seem to find the exact verse about how Jesus came for the sinners and not the righteous, and he was telling me how so many "Christians" are afraid of getting dirty and afraid to be seen with the least of these. He accused me of being just such a person because I said I would never go to Hooters. I thought about it for a little while and then explained to him that there is a huge difference in surrounding yourself with sin for the sake of some good buffalo wings or for surrounding yourself with sin so that you can see the lost come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. They asked me if a girl from Hooters was hungry if I would feed her, I said yes. They asked me if three girls from Hooters were hungry if I would feed them, I said yes. They complained about how dumb it was Christians didn't support Disney because they have a "Gay Day" I told them that if I never bought anything from a place that supports sin, I would never have a place to buy anything. I couldn't even make things myself. Everyone sins and I don't think it's any different if it's a private or public sin, sin is against God, and he sees both. I am constantly reminded that my work place is the perfect mission field. Although sometimes I do feel like I have to learn another language to be able to communicate, the Lord has showed me that though the relationships I have with people at work I can glorify Him. God has blessed the USA let us bless Him for a change.

An explanation of the following...

It was brought to my attention that my previous blogs made it sound like I didn't have a good time on my Thanksgiving vacation. This is not true at all! I had a great time in small town Oklahoma. I got to see some old friends, who I suppose are not that old at all, but from a long time ago. The trip back was different. Yes, different is code for really bad. I'll admit it's kind of hard to write my entry right now because I'm sitting in between two very experienced bloggers (Beth and Christina) and they're randomly looking at my blog and it's making me paranoid. Anyway, I heard from Chris yesterday and he told me that he is up for Airman of the Week! How exciting! Out of the whole base he was picked to be nominated! I am SO PROUD of my husband! He is a great man and I am proud to be his wife. Today at work was wonderful! I was out on the line and it was so cold. I was out there surrounded by planes and for the first time in a really long time my job seemed meaningful. Sometimes I get really frustrated because everyone around me is so vulgar and doesn't love the LORD or even believe that there is a God. But then I cry out to God and ask Him for an opportunity to go out into the mission field. Then I realize that the mission field begins when I open the door and drive to work, as I walk through the parking lot and into the building. I see the mission field and it's filled with Airman of every color, background and belief. It's filled with C130s and breadtrucks. It's everywhere I go and a part of everything I do.

The Day After Yesterday

Well, I survived Thanksgiving. I did get bored enough to go seek out some old high school friends (not the bad ones) and went to a friends house and watched Hairspray. Thanksgiving meal was phenomenal and I enjoyed spending it with family. I had the opportunity to witness to a guy from high school I used to run around with. He joined the Army. I wish I could force people to get saved. I'd be like a Jesus ninja running around drop kicking people with the Word of God. But instead I guess I'll just tell them. I heard from Chris last night. He ran a 5k and volunteered at the hospital again. It is so different to be in this small town where the most exciting thing to do is go to Wal-Mart. I even went to the public library. I haven't seen a lot of people I know. But the good thing is haven't run into anyone that I don't want to see. I'll be coming home tomorrow. I must admit I'm kind of sad to leave. There's no stress here, except the kind you make up because your tired of not being stressed. Beth if you read this, please run by the house and feed my squirrel if you get a chance. I don't want him to die in my bathroom. That would be stinky. Thanks.

Thanksgiving Eve

Twas the night fore Thanksgiving and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring except me creating a blog because I can't sleep
Well, what an amazing spell of leave I've had this time
So far I've lost my squirrel to the perils of the sofa only to find out he was playing dead, I've been stuck in a hotel room without food fit for anyone over a year of age into the wee hours of the afternoon, I've gotten lost in Missouri thanks to a not so reliable GPS, and I've seen the beginning of a (soon-to-be) life long family fued... which mind you started with a puzzle. Next time I may consider taking leave to my bedroom by myself with a gallon of icecream and a Jane Fonda workout video. I hope all of my friends reading this are having a marvelous Thanksgiving and I wish I could spend it with you, trust me. I hope that you are all pleased with the efforts of my blog and proud that I have courageously conquered my fear of the internet. May these days remind us all that even though you may be hungry, lost, and broken (even if it is because you're locked in a hotel room, your GPS is as smart as a two legged polar bear in the desert and your finished puzzle is destroyed) that only few things really matter eternally. More importantly that those few thing are just arrows that point to the one thing that matters and that of course is Jesus Christ and what we do for Him. So have a great Thanksgiving and remember me in little ol' Oklahoma, okay?