Sometimes I feel like I'm Shrek, and the annoying conversations that go on in my head are like that donkey that followed Shrek around. I'm on this journey to awaken the sleeping princess & bring her to the king. There are hills to traverse & dragons to slay & dungeons to move through & towers to climb... And there's me - moving through this amazing technicolor journey while scratching my rear, belching the words to "I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener', occasionally cleaning my ears with my finger, wearing the same shirt for too many days in a row, & sometimes needing a serious attitude adjustment when either the donkey or the princess goes into a diatribe of whines & complaints about the nature of this journey. Add to all that the reality that a part of me really is "An Ogerrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!. As I put on Christ for & in this trek, I become a Christian Oger, but an Oger nonetheless. I don't kill & eat towns-people any longer. Now I serve & protect them. But I still pick my nose... while slaying their dragons & keeping watch over the village. Turns out even Ogers have a unique purpose in the plan of God.