Blogging from the LA Convention Center!

Hello all. So here I am, waiting for David to finish his real estate exam over at the LA Convention Center. I have escaped to the South Hall because the food court in the West Hall sucks. Not that the food is much better over here, but there is a real Starbucks kiosk and for some reason there is both a Home Improvement Expo and an Erotica Expo going on at the same time, so it makes for good people watching. The hall just erupted in random clapping for some guy. Anyways, found the erotica-la show interesting, but it's $30 to get in, so no satisfaction of curiosity for me. Oh yeah, and there's also some Tony Robbins thing going on.

Meanwhile, the Philosophy class continues to be entertaining and challenging. It's got me thinking about looking at how I became a Christian from the viewpoint of what I see as "real", and that's had my wheels turning. I had a wierd upbringing. No personal exposure to a church or other house of worship until I was 20, didn't really even look at a Bible unti after I became a Christian. After this class, it starting me thinking about why the heck I became a Christian, since most Christian's idea of God is apparently based in what the Bible says or what they learned in Church. I realized it has a lot to do with the reality of God from my own perspective. In a nutshell, God wasn't "really real" to me for many years. Then the Enemy (Lucifer, Old Scratch, etc) became real to me, because he intervened in my life in such a dramatic way, and then as side effect of that, God became real to me, but in a messed up, negative kind of way. Then various "supernatural" stuff because real to me, because of various interventions in my life and neo-paganism became very real for me, but probably in a very different way than most people would think (it's a long story, if you're curious, email me). Anyways, then I had a better concept of God, but thought of Him as a very distant and cold being, because out of all this craziness in my life, He had never intervened. But then, He did, and rocked my world, and became real to me. And then I became a Christian, because God was real to me, had shown me examples of His inceptions, His love, that He wasn't just an absentee parent, and I became a Christian, without any real idea of what I was signing on for. It's been a fun journey, though.