Throwing in the Towel

Winners never quit, except if it's dropping a nicotine habit. Or so they say.


















Lance Armstrong DNF'ed a marathon mountain bike race. Michael Jordan retired. Nixon resigned. Christine and I gave up on Wednesday. Wednesday is our team prayer & fasting day, and it gets tricky when you're supposed to be productive and prayerful at the same time.

It felt kinda like giving up the search, no longer looking for your lost cat. So wrong. It all started with a slightly late start on the day; not too back, but not what I was hoping for. We headed to BART as we went over to SFSU for a time of prayer on campus, and, who'd of thought, our BART Train stalled out in between stations. No joke, we were 1 minute from our exit, and that minute stretched into 1o, 20, 30, and finally 45 minutes later we were being ushered off our train to another one in the pitch black underground of southern San Francisco. Not a bad experience, but we effectively missed our prayer time. So after being escorted back to another BART station, we headed home and drove back to campus to meet some students. Following this, we went back to the office and sat, doing nothing well, completing no tasks and communicating very poorly. We tried to pray, after all we in a church. I didn't work.

Finally, about 3:30, we let the poor thing RIP. We quit. Fast over. What a weird day.