Despite only sleeping three hours last night (man, I wish I knew why that happens), it's been a remarkably good day. Got some work done, came home and did details with the future housemate, tried to deposit an insurance check, and now I have an iced Americano (thanks Jeremy, you rock the free world) and some time to go over lecture notes for the next couple of weeks. Postmodernism (Wade Bradshaw lecture notes to the rescue), Cold War, about half of _The Lexus and the Olive Tree_. I don't know how to get it all to fit in the time, we're already behind. Oh well. So what if a syllabus is just a wistful wishful notion?
Every Tuesday and Thursday morning I am called to the front of a classroom. It's a platform, that's where I'm supposed to be, and sometimes I have good things to say. It's funny though, the totality of what I have in my mind to communicate and teach never fully gets out across that blood/brain barrier. So much to say. And some of it gets said. I guess that's the nature of the gig.
It's kind of wild to have this whole new group of people to pray for. I know that some of them are going through horrendous times. Some of them probably think that 8 am is a horrendous time.
There's more on my mind. It'll have to wait. Back to postmodernism. And what's to like about it. There are several things, actually.
It's a challenge. But you know what the Heidelberg Confession says. We have this privilege of serving God in a time that is shadowed, and sinful, and difficult, and sometimes heartrending.
Posted by mike at September 6, 2004 06:16 PMembrace your inner postmodernist!!
Posted by: Jnet at September 7, 2004 02:38 PM