That Time I Went Crazy: Roswell Edition

Second only to that time that Craig watched two seasons of 24 in 48 hours, was the past 2.5 weeks in which I watched three seasons of Roswell. Wow, that was a lot of numbers in one sentence.

Mindy had mentioned that when she did a similar thing with The O.C, she had started thinking about the characters as if they were her friends and would start to discuss them as if they were real people.

Same thing happened to me, except for I also started picking up their mannerisms, instinctively expected to see them in public, and feel as if my friends moved away when the series ended.

"Dead Man's Cell Phone"

[*So, I'm doing a different devotional program for Lent, which means a break from the Romans 12 thing.*]

The UW Drama department's Undergraduate Theater Society put on a production of "Dead Man's Cell Phone" last year, or maybe it was two years ago. Either way, I didn't get a chance to see it, as it was during the run of another show I was working on. It's a shame.

The play has something to do with the cell phone of a man who died (hence the title), and his friends and relatives are calling and leaving messages. Or something like that.

Last summer, a friend of mine died. His phone number is still in my phone, and there is always this urge to call it.

Tonight I did.

It was busy.

Honor One Another Above Yourselves

"Honor one another above yourselves." Romans 12:10b

Honor reminds me of two things:

1. Military awards

2. Marriage

The point is, honor requires sacrifice. You have to give up something that you really like. Your pride. Your comfort. Your life.

It is its own reward, though, to see a person benefit from your sacrifice. Honor is not the real reward.

It's strange, though. Everyone wants honor, but those who get it don't set out with honor in their sights. They have some higher purpose.