A weekend of reflection:

Yes, my weekends start on Thursday, actually, they start at 12:10 Thursday afternoon, as I only have one class on Thursdays and Tuesdays. It's Christian Theology II, and I must say, it's been really good this semester. Today was a strange one, our Prof. Peter Mitchell made a recreation (an accurate one too, not one full of bone and sharp rocks, that was several hundred years later that those were brought in) of one of the "whips" used in the flogging of Christ. He demonstrated on a bag of flour, which had completely imploded after 6 hits, and he wasn't swinging hard. It was really strange to see. Because there are two small lead weights placed about an inch apart from eachother on the ends of the 10 short leather strings, it bruises, and eventually tears the skin. After about 10-15 lashings, muscle would be left hanging completely from the body; a lot of people given this punishment didn't live to die on a roman cross. It's quite horrifying.

Anyway, we also learned about the Shroud of Turin, which I now plan to research in detail, because WOW is that an interesting subject. How did the image end up on the shroud, if the only possible explanation is radiation coming from the corpse, which we all know to be impossible? It's been proven that the image (on this shroud there is the face of a man, with a beard, etc.) there are blood markings all over it, pollen samples from a thorny plant found all around the forehead area, etc. And all the pollens found on the shroud are native to Jerusalem. Seriously, you should look up on it if you're bored, some people believe that this was the cloth placed on Jesus after his death.

However, on to the weekend of reflection: I don't think I'm a Christian. That's right, I don't mean that in a strange or bad way either. I realised today that although I know a lot about God, I don't really know him personally. And really, how can you know someone when you don't know them on a personal basis? There's a big difference between growing up reading about Sally, and actually spending time with Sally. I had a few talks today, and this weekend I'm going to take a long time to think, figure out what things are in my duffel bag (don't ask), and really think about going through the narrow gate. My duffel bag can't come with me, there isn't room. I know I want to go through this gate though. Man, Becca has some darn good imagery.

Anyhow, I want to spend a lot of time figuring out who Jesus was, attributes and truths about God, etc. I want to learn about them, I'm seriously so eager, but I'm also really, REALLY, afraid... I don't know why. Maybe because this is lifechanging? Haha. Anyhow, I'll write next week, and we'll see where I've gotten! I'm on a pilgrimmage to find out who this Jesus really was.