| Of tempests, tantrums, and being trapped in a teapot |

A while back I used the phrase "a tempest in a teapot" in regards to the devastating raw power of revenge if we let it fester inside of us. Well, now I shall turn to a new way of using that same phrase. I am a tempest in a teapot.

What I mean by this is twofold: first that I'm riled up and spun so tightly that I'm having trouble calming down, and second that there is seemingly nothing I can do about it as I'm stuck in this blasted teapot.

Allow me to explain further. I have this paper due twenty one minutes ago. That's right, it's late. While I don't like handing in papers late (1/3 of a letter grade per day is my penalty), I simply cannot focus enough to actually write a paper right now. It's like I've been spinning and spinning and spinning and now I'm being asked to balance an egg on a spoon and walk. I'm so riled up for God right now - I just want to be in ministry full-time so badly - that it is so hard to buckle down and write a paper I simply do not care about.

Perhaps I should.

But I don't.

You see it's a paper on the historical reliability of the New Testament. Sure, that's a great thing to know and to prove, but it just doesn't mean much when there are people who need the gospel, not some argument that its reliable!

Gah!

Back to trying to write this paper. I've gotta graduate before I can grasp at full-time ministry...Pray for me; I need it right now for focus.

Cheers.