Jesus at the Ballpark?!

Ok, so I just got back from the Phillies game, which was an experience in itself since Kate and I traded in her cousin's AMAZING season tickets from a rain-out-- and we ended up sitting in the second-to-last row of the nose-bleed section since it was a sold-out game. This section, of course, consisted of insane college students who felt the need to yell randomly at the players, at others, at each other, and sometimes just to hear themselves make noise. There were flying beer bottles (thank God they were plastic), and testosterone levels flared as the young men from the adjacent section attempted to start the wave, and the young men in our section refused. Let's just say there was never a dull moment at the game.

I also saw Jesus at the game.

No, really. In the adjacent section (ironically, the same section the crazy college boys were in, trying to start the wave) there was a man with a fake mustach, beard, and long-haired wig dressed in a type of choir robe pretending to be Jesus. He periodically held up a sign that said "I have faith. Go Phillies!" He was content to do just that until the camera man decided to display him and his sign on the large stadium screen. He raised his arms in victory, and joyfully held up his sign. The crowd went wild, and the people around me started chanting "Jesus! Jesus!"

I'm not sure how I feel about this whole situation. I mean, yay Christianity getting the spotlight, but this is SO not the way I would have liked it to be seen. A Jesus impersonator cheering on the Phillies, while fans chant his name, is not necessarily the best way to introduce Christianity into the American sports culture. That assumes, of course, that there really is a way to introduce Christianity into the American sports culture without being cheesy/irreverant/blasphemous. And I'm not so sure that Jesus Christ and sports mix, at least not in this type of way.

The fact that Jesus made an appearance at the game OF COURSE means that He is on the Phillies' side. That is why they won tonight. Now you know.

My life is officially a soap opera.

Or, as a close friend emailed to me, my life could also be a fiction novella, a Veronica Mars episode, or just the REAL LIFE of Becca: "Don't Ever Say Impossible, Because It Happened To Me."

My car has been found. Found by me, actually. The plates were changed and everything. The perp has been caught, and I await further action. That's the really short version... if you want to know more just ask. The drama lies in the details of how it all went down.

Absolutely ridiculous. Who thought that things would turn out the way they did?! On the phone, after I had told her about everything, Christine mentioned two things about the recent state of affairs in my life:

1) "See? Your prayers have been answered! God just has a sense of humor about it!" (Christine is gonna be the best ordained minister, ever!)
2) "Wow, all of this is so wild. You should write all this down, your life is like a fiction novel!"

Maybe she's right. How many people have told me recently that my life sounds like fiction?! Or, at the very least, a messed up soap opera? In fact, my life is probably more exciting and entertaining than most of the soap operas already out there!

Perhaps I've gotten my purpose in life all wrong. Perhaps I am called to write down my life so that others may also share in the craziness!!!!

A Trip Down Memory Lane

OK, so I guess when things aren't going the way we want, we tend to look towards the past or the future. Perhaps that is why I have taken to wearing my high school class ring on a regular basis and thinking about good times that were had (and the good times still to come).

Weirdly, as I started to get into this mode, pictures of me from high school have surfaced. This is always strange, since I look at myself and think, wow, I was so naive. How did I even survive life being that naive?!

Plus, my hair was really short. Perhaps I should chop my hair again?

It's funny too, because when you find pictures of yourself from years ago, sometimes you don't even remember the picture being taken. This is the case with me, of course. The pictures are from the non-denominational youth group I frequented, but I really have no idea when the pictures were taken. Plus, I am wearing something different in each, so I know they were taken at different times. Weird.

If you want to see the pictures, head over to Dan's website: http://www.umit.maine.edu/~daniel.thomas/Maine/WebImage/Shen/Shen.html