Last night, I went to Salt, and I noticed a couple things. First, there were a lot more people there than last year--or so it seemed, I usually sat near the front--and yet, the speaker was saying that God wants more--and He should expect more. Just look at tomorrow--55,000 people there to watch a game that won't be mentioned much after next year's Iowa-Iowa State game, compared to seven or eight hundred people in a small gym for the everlasting God.
The second was that on the way home, I was exhausted. I looked at the clock on the dash, and it read 10:15. Sad. My freshman year of college, I could stay up until 6am playing video games, get an hour's sleep, and be fine for the rest of the day. Now I need an afternoon nap just to stay up until 11pm without feeling dead. I'm getting old. At this rate, I'll be going to bed at 9 when by the time I'm 30. Either that, or the awesomeness that is Salt makes everything else seem boring by comparison. I can't decide which it is.
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