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Random quickie musings

I have an all day class today; Church History. We're going to be talking about the Englightenment and the Church and 19th Century Liberalism. I'm looking forward to it. It's a long day, but it's interesting. 

Why have Christians gone ga-ga over Jordan Peterson? There are those who are musing over that question, which inspired another question: why?

I have to laugh when I see people say they are "researching" something, and all of their research involves reading nothing but blogs and websites. Then they "present" their research in lengthy tweet threads. When I see tweet threads, I say in my head: "Don't be lazy; write a blog post." But since blogs seems to be a dying breed, perhaps this is the only way we can get on our soapboxes anymore. 

Greek participles are a wonder and a conundrum. They really direct the reader to the temporal aspect of sentences, and describing the means and motives of things, but they are not easy to translate at first. I'm not as automatic as I would like at knowing how to do that. I am perplexed, as well, when I hear the word prounounced "parTICiple." Clearly, those guilty of that pronounciation are anticipating the word "participate." Stress goes on the first syllable. Here is proof.

Last week, I went to Ministry Leadership Day, and heard excellent teaching on the subject. Dr. Thomson talked about worship and music. One of the things he said is something I've been thinking about a lot: "Sometimes, we see music as the mediator between God and man." He also talked about the tendency to turn lights down before congregational singing. I am so thankful my church doesn't do that . . . yet. Hopefully, I won't see that.

Little acts of kindness are so nice. On Thursday, at school, I was waiting to meet with another student, working on my Greek, when one of the profs noticed me sitting there. She was on her way to the seminary lunch. When I told her I wouldn't be going to that, but was meeting someone, she asked if I would like her to bring me a bowl of soup. It is not the first act of kindness she has shown me.

Speaking of acts of kindness: whenever I'm leaving the academic building to go home from school, if there s a young man ahead of me, he always holds the door for me. 

Next weekend, my daughter is coming home so we can go together to visit a possible venue for her wedding. She is finding out how expensive these things are. I don't plan on photographing the visit and posting pictures on Instagram. Does that mean it won't really have happened?

Breakfeast awaits, and so does this day.


Dismal and happy fiction, writing strengths, and the week end

And we arrive at Friday once again.

I feel like I didn't get enough accomplished, and as usual, it's my own fault. I have to teach my first lesson on Nehemiah on Sunday, and speak about Ephesians 4 on Thursday. I'm glad there is rain in the forecast, because I have a feeling I'll be hunkering down.  I'd better, or I won't be prepared.

I'm attending a baby shower tonight for the wife of a young man whom I taught in youth ministry. He was very good friends with my kids. I can't believe how many former students are becoming parents! It's encouraging.

The sunny weather has drawn my attention to reading fiction. I read a book this past week, and started another, neglecting my other reading. The book I finished is quintessential Canadian fiction, called Fall On Your Knees. Beautifully written, but a very dismal story, and I couldn't find any redemption in the end. I've begun a new series of books, recommended to me by my friend, Melissa, about an adolescent, named Flavia de Luce. The author is Canadian as well, but it's nothing like what I just read. I can take a book with a dismal storyline once in a while, but afterward, I need something fun and cheery.  This is. But I must put Flavia aside until I get my lesson done for Sunday.

I've been thinking a lot lately about writing, specifically about what I choose to write. I think back to when there was no internet. What did I write about? Well, essays, mostly, until I graduated. Lots of stories, always unfinished. When I started blogging, I wrote mostly about homeschooling and my kids. It morphed a little into thoughts about my faith. Sometimes, I responded to what I read in the blog world. 

I've come to wonder about the wisdom of writing in response to another blog post. And by saying that, I don't mean no one should ever do that. I'm talking about myself. I have to ask myself what the purpose is of reading a post, getting hyped up about it, and then firing off a half-baked response. And yes, when I write something in haste, it is half-baked. I think there is a lot of wisdom (which I'm still learning to follow) in waiting to respond.

I've also come to the conclusion that we ought to write where our strength is, not just emulate what everyone else is doing. Sometimes, online, where we have the impression that everyong is watching us (when they probably aren't) we feel an obligation to comment on every story that comes along. There are people who are skilled at that. I don't think I'm one of them. 

So, now, I wait and try to figure out where I am competent writing. I know what gets my juices going, but I'm still thinkng about it.

I think that was a good lesson to learn this week.