You don't wear a rosary

Yes, I am alive. Yes, you're reading this because you stumbled across it or you received notification that it was written. But I am alive and I had a good break from writing my life down for everybody. But now I'd like to get back to it. So in an effort to let you know what's going on, and to not make it seem tedious, I am gonna make it a series of short posts and unveil them all at once.

My first...it is good to be back in Champaign. It is sooooo good to be back with no pressure of finals for a while and a chance to restart. I like second semester more anyway because the weather just progresses to nicer and nicer and I have people I've already connected to and now I can grow in more one-on-one relationships with them and grow those awesome friendships. I'm also excited that Illini Life is starting our change with Home Fellowships. It is excellent.

As for the title, I got asked by a pan-handler for money a couple of days ago and he asked for gas money, when clearly gas wasn't his goal. He then threw down that he needed it in the name of Jesus, and maybe he did. Perhaps I shouldn't judge...but you just don't wear a rosary. It isn't a necklace...