Inside my Head

Hey everyone! Sorry its been so long since my last post. Since my last post, I have finished my first semester of seminary, seen friends graduate, went bowling, read an amazing book, and have started summer school. My friend wrote on my wall on facebook, that she "needed some hefty, and that finals were over that she wanted to talk." I kind of began laughing, cause I finished on a Tuesday night, and started today. I am not trying to make you feel sorry for me, just trying to keep you updated. So I also remember that I said once finals were over that I would update you all on some amazing stuff going on in my life. I will, just not sure when, if I don't get around to it, you will hear about it in a sermon or maybe in a book. Could you imagine if "hefty" wrote a book, that would be something crazy. I am going to stop talking about myself now. One thing I have noticed, is I have a feeling that no one reads my blog, why? cause I never receive comments. I pray this is not true, or maybe I am just horrible at getting my thoughts out onto paper. Anywho, back to the point of this entry. I wanted to tell you about my day today. May 12, 2008. I began class today at 8am and got out at 5. I am taking contemporary evangelism, with Dr. Carrigan. The course is labeled "turbo evangelism" we are cramming 4 months or work into one work week. At the conclusion of class today, we had finished the third week. (wow) I remember in undergrad I took a class like this, but it was surfing the Internet for success. Yes, this was a required class for the business department at west ga. Oh how things have changed I'm sure. I mean, the young kids that are starting undergrad now a days, surely know how to surf the net. Today, was a great convicting day for me, I can honestly type that now, I mean I was amazed how God was tugging at my heart today. We meet first thing at 7:45 to pray for lost people. Dr. Carrigan wanted us to list the names of whom we prayed for. The only name that I could think of was (Earl) I pray for my dad often, and I know others are praying for him. I spoke to my dad at the very beginning of the semester. At the end of chapel one morning, Dr. Rainer was there talking about missions and I was on cloud nine. My phone rings, not noticing the number, pick it up and quick say hello. It was Dad. I was so happy to talk with him, since I was so high, (spiritual high) that I told him about everything that was going on with me. After class tonight, I just had to wind down a little, so I changed clothes, and walked out to my truck. It was so nice out, not hot, windy, and beautiful. I was leaning up against my tailgate, and I opened my phone and called my dad. It rang, and rang, and rang, and finally the answering machine picked up. I was a little disappointed (no I was very disappointed) I began by saying, "hey dad, its your son Aaron, its Monday evening, around 5:30, when I could hear that the answering machine cut off and he said, "hello" (he was screening calls, lol) I said with great emotion, "hey dad" and he responded, "hey aaron" (so officially, two people of this planet call me aaron, my mom and dad) I mean, is he going to say "good job good and faithful servant, or good job hefty. Sorry. Back to the point. I was able to talk with my dad for 20 minutes, we talked about school, my degree, my plans, football, my brother, the weather, etc. In the entire 20 minutes, I never once asked him about anything about the gospel. Why? When I hung up the phone, I felt this empty feeling inside of me, I truly felt hollow inside. My heart was so heavy, I thought it might drop into my stomach. I got back to my room and Travis was in my room working at Chris' desk, and he could tell something was up with me, I guess people just can tell when I am bothered. I told him that I just talked to my dad. He knew the significance of that, since we just prayed for him this morning, and we talked about the lost all day. Travis and I spoke for 30 or so about it and prayed for one another. As I write this, I know the importance of why I am here. Why God has called me, why God is using me. God has called me to full time missions, with the call to introduce the gospel to the lost, present them with the only thing that can confirm eternal life, and defeat sin and death. Once, that is accomplished, discipleship. If none of this makes sense, please forgive me, its hard to write down on paper what your heart is trying to tell your brain. I want to leave you with one thought.... 1 out of 85 "christians" lead one lost person to Jesus Christ every year... 1