Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Weeping

I am so very foolish- For ever thinking that I knew something. For thinking that I was righteous. For thinking that I was above reproach. For thinking that I understood people, friends and family alike and my relationship to them. For thinking that being correct comes before humility and compassion. For thinking that success would come to me by virtue of my genetic qualities and not diligent work. For not honoring the love given to me. For turning my nose up at what I saw as weaknesses in others. For not sensing my own blindness. For speaking about that which I had little to no knowledge of. For feeling entitled to attention from my community. For so much more that I will not even be aware of until I have suffered its consequences.

Have mercy on me, God of mercy.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Thoughts anterior to Hellenic language training

I still have an hour before my Wednesday/Friday Readings in Biblical Greek course begins this morning. 8am courses are just the worse. No philosophical explication necessary. Next semester, I have no courses beginning before 9:30am and only 3 courses during the traditional semester (thanks to a J-term course in Romans with the popular NT scholar, Michael Raymond Brown). Thank Gaia and Sophia!
Other than that, I'll be taking Matthew with the magnificent and world-famous Luke Timothy Johnson, 1st and 2nd Thessalonians Greek Exegesis with Steven Kraftchick (who also happens to be the MTS program director), and Womanist Theology and Narrative Identity with the Ricoeurian and poststructuralist scholar, Andrea White. If you know me . . . or have ever spoken to me for that matter . . . then you must know how these classes are absolutely perfect for me. I could not be more enthused.
I don't suppose I have much more to say. My life has been so voraciously consumed by the insatiable beast of academe for the past couple months that I've had little time to do or meditate on anything extraneous to it. Tomorrow I'm flying home to be in a good friend's wedding. Perhaps events at the bachelor party will resuscitate my floundering social life. [laughs to himself because he is in a public place]