I saw one of the guys that used to be in my Bible Study at the beginning of the school year. We uncomfortably passed a moment while I was trying to reason out why I had stopped calling him. After one too many missed meetings, I quit trying. I quit calling and we quit meeting. We asked each other how things were going, and there was nothing to say. School is good. Work is good. Life is...well, good. As I've sat in front of the computer screen for over an hour, I've realized that either my life has become fairly boring, or I've lacked the strength to experience it. I feel like I started something and somewhere along the way I either forgot what I was doing or why I was doing it.

Now what was it that I lost along the way? What did I forget?

That is the question that has been uttered sporadically in prayer and thought the past few days. The solution to the question is probably about as simple as the questions asked to young children in Sunday school. Who is God's Son? Who died on a cross? Whose name starts with a "J" and the word Christ comes after it. I'll give you a hint: It rhymes with "sneezes." It's always the simple problems that stump me.

Or maybe the answer is just that simple.