Just me and the Adamal today. Working out alone with the Adamal is kind of like being in a cage with a bear, a zoo bear, subdued and domesticated, but if raw instinct snapped back into place...yeah, you're on the wrong side of the bars. Time to put the tuna away.
It was relaxing to pump the guns after interviews, too much sitting. Makes me crazy. Guns get restless. Most students were packing or had left for the break, though I did see Jordan Nickel run by, but he might have just been running, not going for a run. Later, Joseph Beug's parents walked by. It was like we both wanted to say something, but didn't.
I took a moment for Lenten guns today. Tried to use whole body sensory worship. Jesus is the man. A small taste of physical pain and pushing human thresholds is a window into what he must of endured. People mocked, laughed, and spit; but when the crunch came, he showed up.
Happy Easter everyone! See you after the break.
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