Horror of horrors! I’ve been told they are going to start charging for Interlibrary Loan books. Having checked out well over a hundred books and articles this semester, I am not pleased.

My students at the Geneva Academy performed The Fall of the Angels in Middle English today. It was wonderful. On the other hand, I am finding quite a similiarity between my students at the University of Louisiana@Monroe and Alice Walker’s “Celie” (The Color Purple).

I am starting to get excited about my trip to Florida next week for the Trinity Family Advance. Mon-Wed. is going to be rough. I scheduled my required week of student counseling so that I could leave by Thursday.

Read this. Online debate with Tom Wright You won’t be disappointed!

Ah, school is killing me. Today I have been exploring the intricacies of Foucault’s madness and Bahktin’s laughter. The problem is my heart really isn’t into it right now. I am also working on a paper on Milton and astronomy as I wade through Paradise Lost. In addition, I am also examining Zora Neale Hurston’s celebration of diversity and Alice Walker’s hate for the same. I am also presenting a paper on something at the LACC. As Sigma Tau Delta President, I also have to figure out how to get a bunch of English majors who only wanted to write about sex and drugs to raise enough money to go to Idaho. Basically, what I am trying to say is, I wish this semester would end. On the brighter side, Thomas and I have taken to trying to sing Psalms in our household worship. A joyful noise sounds about right. Also, I have been reading the 1604 BCP for my comp list. It’s not my favorite version. But it is nice to be able to pray all day and not be considered avoiding my work I would really like to be reading some N.T. Wright but I am busy with my Master’s comp list. I was glad to get questions from y’all about the Peter Leithart article. I also think you should know something very important about me…I want a wife.

Okay so if you’re like me, you’re really mean and use sarcasm way too much. I thought I’d put a quote up that has helped me.

“Be careful also how you indulge in sarcasm. If you are constitutionally inclined to this, you fill find that there is no point in your character which needs to be more faithfully guarded. There are some few cases in which severe irony may be employed to advantage–cases in which vice and error will shrink before it, when they will unhesitatingly confront every other species of opposition. But it too often happens that those who possess this talent use it too indiscriminately; and perhaps even more frequently to confound modest and retiring virtue, than to abash bold and insolent vice. But be assured that it is a contemptible triumph that is gained, when, by the force of sarcasm, the lips of a deserving individual are sealed, and the countenance crimsoned with blushes. And there are only a few case– cases in which the cast of character is peculiar–that will warrant the use of this weapon against vice itself. You may take it for granted, in all ordinary cases in which a sarcastic remark has done it’s office, that you have excited feelings of no friendly character towards yourself. You may be flattered by the compliment you imagine those around you are paying to your wit, but it were more reasonable for you to grieve at the reflection that you have improbably lost a friend.” –William B. Sprague, Letters to a Daughter on Practical Subjects

Here’s a good article Sarcasm on Golgotha by Klaas Schilder

Okay to avoid sounding so pietistic, I’ll post something with a little bit of depth but not too serious: Sacramental Efficacy If you have any questions, just email me.

Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,
And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.–Job 1:20-21

The LORD is constantly and giving me things and taking them away. Today the LORD took something away from me that I valued very much. But I was so content. Content beyond my own understanding. I was hurt and sad, but I felt God’s presence. His Word comforted me. I cried and laughed at the same time. It was wonderful. I know I sound like a charasmatic right now. Oh well. This is how I am.

I don’t know how much of a blog this will be. It may end up just housing my thoughts for the day. It may not be interesting to anyone but me. But I hope someone, anyone, might read it every once in awhile and get an idea of how my mind works.

Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped

Repentance. That is real repentance. How beautiful a thing it is to worship. How beautiful to bring oneself low and know that God is so High. To know that the Triune God of Scripture chooses to covenant with us. Blessed be the name of the LORD!

How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!–Romans 10:9

I meet with my session November 5th to discuss ways I can better serve the Church. Please keep me in your prayers.

I am trying my hand at this blog business. I hope it takes off.