This, my dear friends, is life.

"Not a fire, flame, or even a spark to be had…" It started out like any other day. I woke up groggy, for little sleep had happened the night before due to hanging out with friends and homework. Oh well, used to it. I get ready, and just like every other day, I hike up the hill, past the Lunn building, towards Weatherby chapel to go pray, just like every other morning. Typically, I pray for about 30 minutes every morning in our peaceful, wonderful campus chapel. As I was walking through the snow, one of my lectures from my Christian Beliefs class last week came into my mind. My professor, Dr. Larry Fine, had talked about how some of us owe the Holy Spirit an apology. This idea confused me, and I've been processing it over in my mind this past week, and it came back into my mind, so I thought surely that was no coincidence. So, just like every morning, I arrive in Weatherby and turn a song on repeat (this morning was Set a Fire), and sit down to pray. I realized that sitt