The Legoland Convention

I feel both supremely invincible and utterly defeated at this very moment, having just completed my last assignment for school. I have really struggled through this last month, and am thankful for the friends I've had around me. Ultimately, I have failed in many ways, failed to be a good friend, a good brother, a good man. But as Paul writes of how terrible a person he is, he concludes with this: "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?" This is, of course, a rhetorical question.

Though I am quite happy that I have finished something of such great importance, I am also quite sad. I regret not getting to know many people who I could have; I regret much of the time I have wasted (though not all of it was wasted, I guess); I regret losing friends through conflict or inattention; I regret rejecting grace when it was offered, and expecting grace when it was not. I am sad that, in two days, many of the people I care most about will be moving away, and there isn't time to say proper goodbyes. If I have left anything undone or unsaid, I am sorry.

But this is also a time to rejoice. We have come through a great trial, and though not unscathed, we are still in one piece, thanks to Dad. Well, lyrics, finish us off.


"Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me"

"You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day"