Every Tuesday night CFNI has what they like to call, Tuesday Night Experience.  Its mandatory for students, but its usually better then lecture.  While there tonight I allowed myself to become distracted during worship and had this thought:

“Why is that side exit door locked?  What if there was a fire?  Ehh, what are the chances of that.  But what if the place got bombed with tear gas?  There’s no way I’d make it to the rear or front exits.  I’m really close to this one, I wish it wasn’t locked.  I wonder if I could just kick it down?  No, it looks like the trim is metal, it would probably be too hard to just kick down, I’d most likely hurt my knee/foot/ankle/leg.  But that wall should only be sheet rock.  Gypsum board isn’t that hard, I’ve broken it before.  I bet I could just kick a whole through that wall and escape like that.  Yeah, that’s how I’d escape the tear-gas.”

No joke.  That was my thought process while everyone else was singing about how great God is.  Although, it wasn’t because I don’t love God, its just that I let my mind wander.

On a separate note I had Fuel City Tacos for dinner.  Juddson didn’t want any because he didn’t know whether or not he should “eat them or rub them on his face”, which was understandable.  The downside to eating such delicious tacos is that my hands still had an offensively strong taco smell after two washings with soap.  

It was worth it.

Andrew Nemeth

P.S.  I added more pictures to the “Seawalt Wedding” post