Muscle Bound

I have had so much on my mind lately, and yet so little time to write any of it down. Things have been out of control...
Take for instance this weekend. It was "Linden Sports Day"...apparently Linden's annual high point. This was my first year in attendance, and I have to say that I wasn't entirely impressed. There was the weather to blame, in Linden's defense, but still...it left much to be desired. I also spent the majority of the day in the Dunk Tank. You know, that gigantic barrel of water that allows people an avenue to vent their frustration, or exersize revenge...I, bearing the brunt of both. It was exceptionally cold water, and was an exceptionally cold day. If you know me at all, you'll know that I don't like either (cold water, or cold days....I guess you could say that I don't like cold in general). My day's highlight was spending the morning with the "bottle depot Koreans". They haven't been in Canada long, and speak very limited English, and have not experienced much by way of rural Canadian festivities. They have 3 beautiful children, who can't understand me but for my charades, who I lined up along the street to view this year's parade. They were so excited, which in turn, excited me. I forced the ones in the parade that I knew to give lots of candy to these, my little foreign friends. It was fun, and it made my day to see the Koreans enjoying themselves.
I can't imagine what it might be like to move to another culture where you don't speak the language, and where you know nobody. And not only another culture, but an area with limited people and limited things to be involved in. It's not as if we in Canada are very "hospitable" either. We in the west are uncomfortable with anything we don't understand...relationships that take effort, attempting communication with those who may not comprehend what we are saying. I wish that for one week, we could all experience what these people may feel.
Oops...tangent.
Anyway, after the beloved Sports Day I ventured back to my hometown of Three Hills to take in this year's annual Cruise Nite. The one evening a year that gives license to people to act much younger than they are, and to openly hit on anyone that they please. This all under the guise of a "car show". There are some that may be there under the right pretense, but the ones showing off their protien shake muscles in tank tops much too tight for any man, I believe are not. But what do I know really? Who am I to say why they may be there? Perhaps they did come soley to check out cars, sound systems and big engines. I know I didn't. This is the one time a year that I have to get many of my scattered friends together, and spend a day with them....or even to see people that I haven't seen much of. It creates just the excuse that we need to take a day off and see one another.
Despite my rants, I really enjoyed my weekend and the people that I spent it with. Jesus is teaching me much about loving people regardless of what they do, and how they act...how often are my judgments of people incorrect, or a result of disliking things in my own life anyway? So, I'm learning, although it may be slowly.