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Friday, December 6, 2013

Harlingen '89: The Agony after the Ecstasy

Harlingen '89: The Agony after the Ecstasy
I took prayer walks beside the aloe vera fields and called out to God for sanity to return. It’s a scary thing to feel you've lost your mind.

I don’t regret it. Maybe I should, but I don’t. It’s true; I still have a propensity to abuse my body in the pursuit of accomplishment.



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Harlingen '89: The Agony after the Ecstasy

By Evan Nehring

Harlingen, TX
Wednesday, January 4, 1989
I have quite painfully discovered over this break that the burning desire that you give cools very quickly when not consistently accompanied by discipline.

The timeline:
- Friday through Sunday, December 16-18, 1988 – three all-nighters in a row (about 20 that semester)
- Monday, December 19 – Church History I final exam (Where I studied Russian roulette style...)
- Wednesday, December 21, 1988 – stopover in Oklahoma on the way to Harlingen, TX for family vacation

    Please understand that I’m not encouraging the recklessness of my Fall of 1988 semester. It felt eternal, even timeless, but the crash afterward was pretty dramatic. My head was mush for a few weeks, bordering on drooling-on-my-t-shirt territory.

    That semester was ecstatic. I aced everything. I took extra music classes and lessons. I worked a part-time job. I took 90 minutes every day (usually in the middle of the night) to connect with God in devotions. I was involved in church ministry. I practiced with One Accord to go on tour for the next seven months. It was exhilarating!

    My parents picked Sheri and me up for our Christmas vacation in Texas. In fact, we attended a concert at Orchestra Hall in downtown Minneapolis that weekend. I had my Church History I flash cards with me in the left balcony. After exams we headed south. I slept a good piece of the way and my awake time wasn’t very awake.

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    Fried in South Texas

    We stayed at the summer place of friends. I took prayer walks beside the aloe vera fields and called out to God for sanity to return. It’s a scary thing to feel you've lost your mind.

    I don’t regret it. Maybe I should, but I don’t. It’s true; I still have a propensity to abuse my body in the pursuit of accomplishment. I still hate going to bed or sleeping in knowing that opportunity waits, life waits.

    I still crash. Sometimes I push too hard and tension headaches lock me up. But I want to know where that line is, where that edge is. When we sleep, our bodies and minds rest. I know this. When we oversleep, aren't we basically dead? I know we wake up, but in those in between moments, what’s the difference?


    Every one of us gets twenty four hours each day along with the choice of how to spend each hour. Grades, jobs, health, adventure and fun all call to us pushing for our time and energy. Success on the university campus, and in life, rests on how we juggle those demands.

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