So this one time . . .
I know this is -and will continue to be- a wordy post but I have decided to be unapologetic about that. If you don't want to read it that's your loss because really you don't want to miss this one. For the truly A.D.D. out there I'll intersperse some fun pictures throughout to make it more of an adventure.
This one's one of my new favourites, I took it at Charis and Josh St. Pierre's wedding and finally edited it last night. It's still a work at play but you get the idea.

First, to introduce you to the stranger. Last year I was miserable. Not always, nor was everything terrible. But I was miserable -just ask Jeri and Sam- I sometimes forget that when I look back (and have to have them remind me). I've learned that I (as I'm sure most of us do) have a really nice and comfortable pair of rose-tinted glasses that I put on when I try to retrospect. There were wonderful parts to the year I have no doubts of that fact. I was on a worship team and went from something of a hack guitarist who could only diddle around by himself to a real musician that plays less and listens more (and gets excited about jazz theory? What? Is that even possible?!) I met a whole host of wonderful people who I laughed with, cried with, learned with and watched from my fishbowl as I slowly fell apart. For all of the wonderful parts of last year I was definitely miserable because I was in the wrong program, doing courses that were pulling me under and was holding on to my own life plans with a quickly fading grip. Long story short, I'm not a Greek scholar and had zero academic discipline. I would say that you can't pull Greek out of your more modest parts but that'd be a lie. For a semester? Yeah that's do-able. For a year? Ahh, there lies the rub. So instead of being truthful with myself I decided that I could plough on, finally do some work and squeak by Greek (which was one of the core requirements for the Theology program). Oops.
"Tyler, If my life and your hard-drive's life hung in the balance, would you save me?" -V
"Well, my hard-drive's backed up, so probably you!" -T
"What if they had your back-up as well?"
"I'd probably pray about it..."
(Happened about 30 seconds ago)
So after I failed that class (by such a pitiful margin which made it oh so clear that I just didn't put any effort into it) I had something of a crisis moment. I knew I wanted to go to Bible college, so I looked at every Bible College in the country. Upon discovering that they all had the exact same programs as Briercrest (and therefore it was stupid to cut my credits in half via transfer) I looked at what the old B-Crest had going on. Turns out that have this rocking new program called Humanities (yay!!) which means that I can do whatever I want as long as it's history, sociology, psychology, philosophy, or english. Unfortunately, that meant that most of the credits I had done last year didn't count for squat (boo!) since World Religions isn't exactly into to Philosophy. While it was really an extremely difficult year (for about a million other reasons as well but Greek is the easiest to define) God somehow brought me to the middle of Saskatchewan, 30 hours away from my home and another 20 hours away from my second home to study English at a Bible College. "Woah Viktor, why would you do such a crazy thing?" Well random spectator, I really don't know. But God does. Therefore I'm still living in the same room as last semester doing English courses which are seriously intense.

Summer was, well, w/e. My back still hurts and the cottage was sweet. This one's my brother's of a buddy and I sailing my free sailboat. Cottage was great, work felt like a huge waste of life in retrospect but I did love seeing the fam.
Now if I've learned anything as a Humanities student, it's that the story is not about extracting the meaning but about 'how' it means. "Woah Viktor! Easy there buddy, what do you mean "How a poem means?" Excellent question my friend, how convenient that I should have been asking myself that very same thing as Sean Davidson laid a linguistic smack down on me in his upper level english elective. It's a course on the selected poetry and prose of Gerard Manley Hopkins (everybody say, "yay!") and also serves as the dude who pushed me off the bridge just before saying "Oh wait, was I supposed to securely fasten the bungee chord? Oops, my bad". Insert Crystal screeching in Amanda's ear as they plummet towards certain death (man that was fun, I'm so glad I went with you guys!!) So I come in as a poor hapless Theology-student-turned-english-scholar and have to learn an entirely new way of thinking, reading, speaking, teaching and sleeping. "What? Sleeping? Viktor I'm confused" It's okay buddy, this is where the transformation part comes in. Where I had been trained to simply glean meaning from a passage I now was told that I had to write papers not on the kernel but on the husk! Where once there were commentaries with clearly labeled sections and divisions I was now given back-breaking books (that are bound to break my back before long) to bring to class each day thoroughly read and understood. Where once there were lectures that I could listen with one ear and attend to Facebook with the other there were now small intimate discussions from which I could neither hide from nor feign interest in. Where once I could stay up late doing papers and know that I'd be fine come sunrise I now found myself with my nose pressed to a grindstone as I tried to read the volumes of reading due each day (which turned to gibberish and gobbely-gook when read by a groggy mind).
Did I mention that I love it?

Josh and Charis's wedding. They haven't even seen this one yet, so consider this a sneak peek
"But Viktor, you promised us a near-miracle in how you introduced us to this behemoth of a post"
Indeed I did and indeed I will! So I met this girl. "BAHAHA! Viktor, that's no miracle!" Shhhh, you didn't let me finish. So I met this girl who was super studious and had more on her plate than anyone I've ever met. She was a wonderfully intriguing girl and I quite enjoyed her company. So we ended up hanging out while I read 13th Century literature and she did her own work. Then we ended up hanging out in the library while I read Beowolf. And then she had meetings to go to (as per usual), so I sat outside and read for three hours. "WHAT?! Viktor, are you telling me you just hung out and did your homework instead of being distracted by people and Facebook?" Yes actually, that's what I'm telling you. My Facebook had been deleted since the beginning of the year (because I was in bondage to it and it got me in trouble all the time) and I thought that reading was a better use of time than watching a million hours of TV a day (which I had been doing up to this point). "But tell me Viktor, this couldn't have been a long lasting change rather than a one time fad like the Pog . . . could it?" Ahh, this my friend is where the miracle is. Suddenly I found myself doing nothing during the day BUT reading for my next class. Soon enough I was going to the professors asking them for help with understanding the assignments! All of a sudden I was -gasp- A STUDENT!! **Insert pigs flying and Satan facing off against the Leafs in his first home-game** Although I was struggling to get by day to day I was doing the work, I was reading the books, and I was learning! Joy began to settle in place of bitterness and criticism. Socializing became what I did for a break from studying rather than my first priority. I began to use alliteration like Obama uses charisma and have an intense desire to include as many syllables as humanly possible in a single line of poetry rather than using any rational kind of punctuation whilst creating words that don't even exist in the english language; Hopkins reference?

The shot that'll never make the yearbook. I love it so much but that's the other team CREAMING our Briercrest Clippers. w/e
God instilled within me academic discipline like I've never experienced before. This allowed me to push through assignments that were difficult because I knew that I could learn from it (even if my marks weren't showing it yet). He also broke my hold over my future. I have been trying to figure out "what am I going to be when I grow up" since I can remember and God finally bellowed from the front of Briercrest's chapel, "VIKTOR! Stop trying to figure out your future career! I have a plan that is greater than you could possibly dream or imagine so stop trying to figure it out yourself! Trust me and surrender it to me". It's funny because I'm currently an English major with no idea of what I'm going to be doing beyond my degree(s?) I don't know, and that's finally, finally okay. He purged me of the sins that I struggled with in secret and made me holy, set apart for His use and ministry. He gave me a handful of guys to help guide and look out for and one in particular to mentor and pour myself into with all of my being. He gave me family in Jeri and Sam and gave me "Family Dinner" on Sunday night where I can come together with friends who I love and cherish so dearly in fellowship and food (which is a TOTAL gong-show!) He gave me a friend that I can confide in and pour out my frustrations in life to, who picks me up when I'm overwhelmed and whom I am blessed to help carry in turn during the hard times. Seriously, God - is - so - good! I am not the same Viktor that watched as you all drove away from Kaleo one by one. I am not the same guy who got up and stumbled through the worship set that he had prepared 5 minutes ago just before he shook Josh and Jesse to tell them they were playing this morning. I am not Kaleo, I am Viktor.






