Good Sunday

This will be my last Sunday at BRCC for a while. The teaching was excellent, as usual. Bret spoke about The Wise Tongue. In my honest opinion he’s one of the best teachers I’ve heard on this side of the prime meridian. Next Sunday will be spent at BBC, my home church! I leave on Friday morning from BWI and fly into Rochester. My friend Abby has lovingly volunteered to come rescue me at the airport. My mum and stepfather will be away in Florida, and it’s a workday for my father (I didn’t bother to ask him because I knew he would take off more work if I did), so I was otherwise going to walk home from there…. Kidding. Abby, who is a continual blessing, was more than willing to practice her driving skills (☺) and come pick me up. We’ll visit a few friends in town there before coming home to Bath, maybe stopping at Alfred where she lives. It should be a good time.

But I’m not there yet. I do need to concentrate on schoolwork. Having finished The Peloponnesian War, there is a huge load off my shoulders, but now we’ve moved on to another short work by Plato, Symposium, which will require some careful thought. And lab is ever punishing my brain; this is my latest bit of incoherent thought for Mr. Kidd. Sometimes when I sketch out my thoughts I feel utterly inferior to the page. I don’t take the feelings too seriously, but I hope I’m on the right track with all these musings and ponderings.

I also updated my Quote of the Moment:

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.

JAMES SON OF JOSEPH
(James 1:2-3 NASB)