What did I do on Tuesday? Oh, good grief. All I did was Hebrew! I’ve been told I’ll start dreaming in it soon enough. Well, won’t that be fun? I’d like to have a dream where people speak Greek and Hebrew back and forth to each other. But if I had that dream, it would mean I need to get the hell out of seminary as fast as I can!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
written the following day
What did I do on Tuesday? Oh, good grief. All I did was Hebrew! I’ve been told I’ll start dreaming in it soon enough. Well, won’t that be fun? I’d like to have a dream where people speak Greek and Hebrew back and forth to each other. But if I had that dream, it would mean I need to get the hell out of seminary as fast as I can!
What did I do on Tuesday? Oh, good grief. All I did was Hebrew! I’ve been told I’ll start dreaming in it soon enough. Well, won’t that be fun? I’d like to have a dream where people speak Greek and Hebrew back and forth to each other. But if I had that dream, it would mean I need to get the hell out of seminary as fast as I can!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
written the following day
Taking a semester’s worth of a language class in one month is absolute insanity. What?! This week, I began my Hebrew class, and it has absorbed my life. I can’t write much here for now, because my taxing schedule for Hebrew study is demanding my time. I may have just signed my death certificate with this class. Word on the street is that before long I will be dreaming in Hebrew. Just what I want.
In the midst of attempting (unsuccessfully) to catch up with church history before beginning with Hebrew, my day hit a bit of a road block. My history assignment has to do with writings of Irenaeus, a second century apologist who wrote in refutation of the Gnostic heresy of the day. In the middle of reading his writing—in which he clarifies both the humanness and divinity of Jesus Christ and the totality of God as both Father of Christ and Creator of all—a question hit me. This is not the first time this has crossed my mind, but today it seemed to overwhelm me. As I read this apology against heretical beliefs, it hit me just how fucked up we are, and then, as if I’d never thought of this before, I wondered why in the world God created all of this, all of this. What in the world would compel him to do such a crazy thing and something that from my vantage point seems as if it was completely not worth it.
It was a question that overwhelmed me to the point of being unable to continue with my work and after sitting for some time in the student center where I was attempting to work, I decided to get up and go see of Peg was available to chat. I’ve talked about Peg before in these entrees. A spiritual lighthouse of this campus, Peg is someone I always enjoy talking to. I value her insights on live and spirituality and God, and I value the insights she has into me.
Peg was, indeed, available, and we ended up chatting for quite a while. It was the kind of conversation that stretches my thinking in a way that is not uncomfortable but instead intriguing. I enjoy Peg and am glad she takes interest in my thoughts. The conversation was exactly what I needed, and as I wandered back to my work, my heart, while still pondering the question, was a bit more at ease.
Sometimes, I find Asbury to be the most difficult place in the world, but in the midst of those times, I find it has some of the most amazing people here, too.
Taking a semester’s worth of a language class in one month is absolute insanity. What?! This week, I began my Hebrew class, and it has absorbed my life. I can’t write much here for now, because my taxing schedule for Hebrew study is demanding my time. I may have just signed my death certificate with this class. Word on the street is that before long I will be dreaming in Hebrew. Just what I want.
In the midst of attempting (unsuccessfully) to catch up with church history before beginning with Hebrew, my day hit a bit of a road block. My history assignment has to do with writings of Irenaeus, a second century apologist who wrote in refutation of the Gnostic heresy of the day. In the middle of reading his writing—in which he clarifies both the humanness and divinity of Jesus Christ and the totality of God as both Father of Christ and Creator of all—a question hit me. This is not the first time this has crossed my mind, but today it seemed to overwhelm me. As I read this apology against heretical beliefs, it hit me just how fucked up we are, and then, as if I’d never thought of this before, I wondered why in the world God created all of this, all of this. What in the world would compel him to do such a crazy thing and something that from my vantage point seems as if it was completely not worth it.
It was a question that overwhelmed me to the point of being unable to continue with my work and after sitting for some time in the student center where I was attempting to work, I decided to get up and go see of Peg was available to chat. I’ve talked about Peg before in these entrees. A spiritual lighthouse of this campus, Peg is someone I always enjoy talking to. I value her insights on live and spirituality and God, and I value the insights she has into me.Peg was, indeed, available, and we ended up chatting for quite a while. It was the kind of conversation that stretches my thinking in a way that is not uncomfortable but instead intriguing. I enjoy Peg and am glad she takes interest in my thoughts. The conversation was exactly what I needed, and as I wandered back to my work, my heart, while still pondering the question, was a bit more at ease.
Sometimes, I find Asbury to be the most difficult place in the world, but in the midst of those times, I find it has some of the most amazing people here, too.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July, 5, 2009
written the following day
Well, Sunday was my last day of freedom before Hebrew came and swallowed me whole. I had homework due in the evening for church history, but instead of doing it, I wandered the mall with Morgan for Bob Dylanesque sunglasses and found the exact pair he used to wear at the Sunglass Hut—Ray Ban Wayfarers 2140. It’s a bad idea, I just want to say, to look at the real deal when you’re trying to find a cheap version of them. It’s bad because nothing looks quite like the real thing and the real thing looks just like Bob Dylan. But hey, I need to update my prescription sunglasses anyway and you can’t put prescription lenses in cheap Old Navy frames…. Oh my.
And speaking of Bob Dylan, Morgan and I finished off her weekend Dylan education with the documentary No Direction Home. It’s a fascinating and very informative documentary about Dylan’s music career, focusing especially on his move from acoustic to electric. I had forgotten, though, that it’s over three hours long. It was aired on two consecutive days when it was on TV. But we watched it all, anyway. Dylan is always worth watching all of.
Now to prepare for the hurricane of Hebrew that shall blow in on Monday and remain for the entire month of July. A language in a month. Oh good grief.
Well, Sunday was my last day of freedom before Hebrew came and swallowed me whole. I had homework due in the evening for church history, but instead of doing it, I wandered the mall with Morgan for Bob Dylanesque sunglasses and found the exact pair he used to wear at the Sunglass Hut—Ray Ban Wayfarers 2140. It’s a bad idea, I just want to say, to look at the real deal when you’re trying to find a cheap version of them. It’s bad because nothing looks quite like the real thing and the real thing looks just like Bob Dylan. But hey, I need to update my prescription sunglasses anyway and you can’t put prescription lenses in cheap Old Navy frames…. Oh my.
And speaking of Bob Dylan, Morgan and I finished off her weekend Dylan education with the documentary No Direction Home. It’s a fascinating and very informative documentary about Dylan’s music career, focusing especially on his move from acoustic to electric. I had forgotten, though, that it’s over three hours long. It was aired on two consecutive days when it was on TV. But we watched it all, anyway. Dylan is always worth watching all of.Now to prepare for the hurricane of Hebrew that shall blow in on Monday and remain for the entire month of July. A language in a month. Oh good grief.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4th, 2009
For the Fourth of July, I think I will let the pictures tell the story. First, I watched a parade in Wilmore. Then Bekah and I went out to Highbridge, so I could see it for the first time, and afterward I waved my final official goodbye as she left home in Wilmore for good. And then of course there were fireworks, which I did not take great effort to go watch, but could see a bit of from the third floor of the dorm.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Last night, I wrote a post for my blog, and then my Word program unexpectedly quit on me and I lost the whole thing. %*&^#@!
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o now you get the summarized, truncated version which goes like this. In the morning, I got to go out to breakfast with some great ladies from the dorm—Morgan, Nicole, and Bekah. We drove thirty minutes to go to IHOP, because I wanted a good variety of syrup. It was delightful.
And then in the afternoon, I got to enjoy more time on the rocking chairs and even had a little company. Angela came with me and Bekah joined a little later. 
Mostly, we did our own thing, them reading and me practicing some more on my guitar. When the blisters got too painful, I had to put it down and decided to catch up some on one of my Granta issues—a literary magazine that looks more like a book. It’s British which means it’s incredible.
In the evening, I began educating Morgan on Bob Dylan and we watched the 1967 documentary, Dont Look Back. Always a beauty to watch. For a day in Wilmore, it was a good one.
Love the rocking chairs. Love the reading. Love Bob Dylan. Not, however, a big fan of Word.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
written the following day
On Thursday, I went to Harrodsburg, about thirty minutes away. Twice. In a row. Morgan and I are part of a vegetable co-op and Morgan is on a pick-up rotation which means every certain number of weeks, it’s her turn to go pick up all the boxes of veggies in Harrodsburg for all the families and individuals in Wilmore who are a part of this co-op. I had time free, so I decided to go with Morgan to Harrodsburg and we made it all the way there before realizing Morgan had forgotten the empty boxes she’s supposed to swap out for the full ones. Which meant we drove all the way back to Wilmore, picked up the boxes, and then went back to Harrodsburg. Fortunately, this part of Kentucky is stunningly beautiful at this time of the year. And for a Northwesterner to call someplace stunning, that means something. Kentucky is beautiful in a different way from the Northwest, but it is green and full of trees and I love it. Well, the scenic piece of it, anyway.
Through this co-op adventure, I am learning a lot about vegetables. We’re getting vegetables I’ve never cooked with and some that I’ve never even heard of or seen. I was not aware that carrots could come in any variety besides orange, but apparently you can grow them in white and purple, too. Not sure if they can be grown in any other color. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a naturally grown onion, straight from the earth to me and I was strangely excited to learn that green onions are in fact just the tops of regular onions and that when the onions grow to be the normal size of an onion, the green parts are huge! And then there is kohlrabi. Ever heard of kohlrabi? It is, I later read, a vegetable that is a bit of a mix between a turnip and cabbage, which means it has more of the look of a turnip with the taste of a cabbage. It’s a fascinating piece of food to figure out. I’ll end here with a picture.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 2, 2009
written the following day
I got paid to take pictures today! It was fantastic.
I got paid to take pictures today! It was fantastic.
Today was July 1st, the beginning of the fiscal year, at least for most academic calendars, which means today was the day the new Asbury president starts his job. The school did a bit of a celebration for it—first a chapel and then a picnic out at the president’s house—and I was asked to photograph the events. Here are a few pictures from it.
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