So my last post said a little something about my week last week, but that pales in comparison to the weekend around here. I think I mentioned at one point or another that I play in the Alumni Pep Band for UT over Christmas break for the students at the basketball games. We had finished our run of 10 games with the men's game against Memphis and the women's game against Alabama. Last Wednesday, I got an email about the need for an emergency pep band for Saturday's men's game against Vandy. Imagine my excitement, here I am an alumnus and vol fanatic and we were going to get to do the APB for ESPN College Gameday against an in state SEC rival. After switching around a few things, and thanks much to my mom and cousin for helping with the kids, I was off Saturday morning to head to the arena. Needless to say, it was an amazing game and an amazing time with some good friends. To add to that excitement, when I got home, Mr. B was finally home after being gone for 2 weeks. We had a wonderful time that night as well, but we were all really tired.
As tired as I was, Saturday was not a night of good and restful sleep for me. You see, I am a worrier. Always have been, and although I am working on it, probably always will be to a point. I was up several times Saturday night worrying about what I was going to say on Sunday morning at church. You see, Sunday morning I was being ordained at our church and our pastor had asked me to prepare something about why I wanted to be a deacon. Fast forward to Sunday morning and you find me standing at the pulpit, so nervous I am shaking, and starting to talk only to end up in a mass of tears. (Not what I feel was my finest moment) Then came the laying on of hands, I had quite honestly never been to an ordination service, so I had no clue what to expect. Let me just say it was one of the most moving moments of my life. To experience the love, support, and blessings that were bestowed on me was nothing short of amazing.
This brings me to our readings for the past week or so. After experiencing my ordination yesterday, I felt led to go back and reread when God put Aaron in charge of all the sacrifices and holy accoutrements. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to have experienced what must have been like an ordination and laying on of hands from God. What an amazing experience. I also have been thinking about all of the talk of idols. While we don't tend to have calves made of gold that we worship, there are so many things in our lives that can be seen as idols. Our schedules, activities that we take part in, our family, sports, celebrities, etc. can all be idolized to the point that we become a slave to them. Don't get me wrong, I am guilty of these things as well, but I got to thinking about what made things turn into idols for us? By my understanding of the readings and really just my understanding of things in general, something becomes idol like for us when we let them scoot God out of our mind. This doesn't mean that we can't enjoy things like sports and we can't do activities or even that we can't look up to people. To me, this just simply means that we must be aware at all times of how important things are becoming in our life and what our priorities are. I guess what I have really gotten over the past week is that we really need to constantly be evaluating how we are keeping God in the forefront of our lives and if we are showing that love that he has given us to others.
I guess this was a really long post and I may have been rambling a little, but just know the intent is there. In other good news, the snow is almost all gone and unless something happens tonight, my children will be back in school tomorrow!! If nothing else, Mr. B will be home tomorrow and I will be able to finally return to work at the church.