Technical Difficulties
I had originally wanted to make a post on Friday titled “HST = How to Screw Taxpayers”, which as the title suggests, was a long-winded critique of why the HST is bad for BC, and why I hate Gordon Campbell. However, due to the after effects of a virus infection, my applications now lock up on random, and as a result I wasn’t able to make my post. For those not in the loop about the HST ordeal, I recommend reading this article.
While I normally wouldn’t shy away from making social/political commentary on this blog, I’m just not in the mood right now. Let’s talking about something a just little bit happier, OK?
Last night one of the teens that I’ve been mentoring at my church came to me (via MSN), with a problem that every teenager has: dealing with your parents. Specifically when they think you’re incompentent. So I ending up spending the better part of the next 2 hours listening to him, letting him vent, and also offering up my experiences. I honestly didn’t think I could give him any “advice” without sounding preachy, or just repeating what he already knows, so I could only tell him examples of how I went through that phase.
Sometime during the conversation, I started listing off some of the ways that he was blessed, and luckier than me, in terms of his interaction with his parents. On more than one occasion he would tell me how he and his dad went for ramen together this one time, and he would detail almost everything that went on. This was obviously a special memory for him. And when I heard it, I felt happy for him, because it was something that I haven’t done with my dad, at least not in recent memory. To be honest, I was a little envious.
Fast forward to lunchtime today.Through a small series of events, me and my dad ended having lunch with him and his dad. Its funny how we just happened to bump into him as we were heading out for lunch, and its funny how we just happened to decide to all eat outside of Chinatown. Its interesting because we normally don’t have lunch together at all; usually each family just goes on their own way after the service ends.
Conclusion: God listens to the things I say, even when I’m not asking Him for something.
