Message in a Time magazine

In honor of yesterday's, "Wanna make God laugh? Tell him your plans" post, here's a blog flashback, way back from November 2006-- when I was still a senior at Marquette and God had yet to clue me in on what he had in store for me in 2007 and 2008.

God must think he's pretty darn funny. This morning I do not agree.

I am currently hungover. Given that it's a Sunday morning and I am a college student, I don't see why this is a surprise. And it certainly should come as no surprise that I'm hungover because of all men in the greater Milwaukee area. 

Okay. Really that's not true. I'm hungover because of Jack Daniels. But it's much more fun to blame it on all men in the greater Milwaukee area. 

Translation: My best friend and I are having guy troubles, and instead of sitting in our apartments and rehashing our woes, we got all dressed up and went to the bar last night. 

You're probably wondering what this all has to do with God thinking he's funny. Bear with me, I'm getting there-- just a little slower than normal. So bank the story in your brain about me being hungover because of all men in the greater Milwaukee area, and consider this next little bit. 

There's a phenomena I've noticed at Marquette amongst us seniors. We pray. And I'm not talking about saying a Hail Mary over our stats test. I'm talking about PRAYING. Hard core Jesus time, whether it's at mass or the other various venues on campus, we are PRAYING and asking for answers to THE question:

Well Big Man... what am I supposed to do now?

Granted, right now we're supposed to be going to class and studying for tests and being good children. But let's face it-- after all this college stuff, the 'What am I supposed to do now?' question looms pretty big. Should we volunteer? Go to grad school? Jump into our career? Move to Djibouti? Get married and start poppin out the kids?

Needless to say, I'm part of this monster praying movement. And let me just say, that in all my guy frustrations where I frequently say it would just be easier to join the nunnery, God sure as heck better have been playing a joke on me this morning, rather than trying to communicate to me through Time magazine. Cause just when I was crabbing about the state of men in the Milwaukee area, and literally had the webpage open to blog all about it, I grabbed my Time magazine, opened it up to air some frustrations via reading it.

And what headline did I see first?

TODAY'S NUN  HAS A VEIL-- AND A BLOG

Very funny Jesus. Very funny.