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Christian anthropology is hard. Or at least tests are hard. I was verbally answering the questions for a test I was taking, and there could be that moment where you realize, "Oh, wait. I have no idea what I'm talking about." I had to go goof off before I injured myself or others out of spite. It's a take-home, spoken into a recorder, so no harm, no foul.

Deb was over last night, teaching me about singing. Why am I doing this, you ask? Because I love to sing, and I want to be better. Do I need another reason?

I think I have more range than I showed last night, but we'll see. Given my experience wooing girls and in karaoke bars, I think I have at least a little bit to work with. [You can't forget about all that singing you've done in the Jetta of Decision.--ed.] Oh, yeah. Poor Confirmation Sponsor Guy; he probably still hasn't recovered.

All I can say is that I didn't sing at all until I got baptized. I can remember this. I was afraid to do it, and wasn't sure about what these people believed. At least I'm sure I did not love the Truth I was coming to know. Now, I sing almost anywhere, anytime. If you believe what you are singing about, if you love it, people know. They can tell. And the technical proficiency matters a little less. How much more is this true with God?

But I want to get better for that reason. God and his songs are more important than say, Whitney or Mariah. Why should my best singing be when I'm alone listening to pop songs? On one hand, it's not my fault that sacred music these days is either horrid, difficult to sing, or both.

I gotta stew on this for a second. Did the struggles of my youth stifle my joy in such a way that only the forgiveness of sins could bring out the real me? Heavy, man. And probably true. I'm a total diva; that freakishly outgoing thing that performers/theater nerds/Robin Williams have, that is me. I just didn't even begin to figure it out until I was 21.

JK's Unsolicited Advice For The Day: You gotta find the real you as fast as you can. Find yourself in God; that's the realest you. And go with it. No one else can tell you who you are. They might be tasked with telling you a truth you'd rather not face, but we are still us, even if we need to change. There is no better Person than God to change us without destroying us. That's why He's God.

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