Friday, June 29, 2018

What's In That Bible Exactly? Wrapping Up the Gospel of Matthew

Two months, 52 Bible pages transcribed, 260 journal pages written (Scripture + notes, commentaries, application, thought, questions), nearly two whole journals filled, three and a half pens used.

This is what it took to write The Gospel of Matthew, which is tied for the longest book of the New Testament, chapters-wise with Acts, at 28 chapters. Actual word count has Luke coming out on top, so I have no idea how many notebooks it will take the finish that one. I'll get there in time.

Throughout this experience of copying down and studying the first Gospel, I realized how much more I learn from slowing down, reading closely, sometimes multiple times through, and taking the time to delve into some commentary, and in some cases write notes on a verse or chapter's application in my life. No shit, right? I already knew this was a thing because I survived college and graduate school, but it did bring me closer to an understanding that I never would've felt by simply reading the words. No matter how many times through, I (personally, me) had to write them, spend an exorbitant amount of time with them, and read what others have said about them, eke out the history, search for the context.

This has been a phenomenally enriching experience and a humbling one as well. I can honestly say it's humanized Jesus for me in a way that I haven't felt since I was nine years old. As I was writing the final chapters, specifically Jesus's passion and crucifixion, my hands were shaking. I could see far too much familiarity in the angry, cruel, abusive crowds calling for His execution, turning on Him, spitting, berating, beating, crucifying.

It's also shined a light on how extremely perverted man can communicate the Word. Twisting it and turning it into a gatekeeper to keep people out rather than inviting them in.

I call bullshit.

Jesus is love. God is love. Period.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

A Day for Spoons

I take days off from the news. Well, at least partially. I'll still be on the phone (or FAX) with my representatives shortly, and I'll still be working a text shift for my Senate candidate this afternoon, but otherwise, it's a day for relaxing. My academic quarter just ended, so I have almost two weeks off. Next week is a family vacation in the mountains.

Today, in particular, I just feel like lazing through the day. I slept in, Greyson is playing an archery game, I've played a little SIMS 4 in preparation for tomorrow's Seasons expansion pack release.

Last night while G was at vacation Bible school, I worked on writing my way a bit further through the Book of Matthew. I only have two chapters left, and I'm stretching it out.

My husband took the day off just because. It's overcast. I have some fun mail arriving today.

It's a day for spoons

Thursday, June 14, 2018

#FamiliesBelongTogether: How to Help at the Border

I've been grasping at straws trying to find ways to help with the border separations that are happening, heavily in my home state of Texas. I'm trying to get my anxiety under control to attend a rally in downtown Dallas tonight (alone, hubs is out of town...EEEK!), but in the meantime, I found this list from Alida Garcia on attorney and activist.


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Lower, and Lower, and Lower

It's just one of those days.

I had a friend in graduate school who, when he was feeling beaten down by an asinine lesson, would get lower and lower in his seat. He'd start out in a sitting position, and as the hours wore on, he'd slip down to his elbows, then his head was hanging low, and finally he'd have his elbows on his knees and head lolling like he was about to pass out.

That's me today.

I realize this is a complete and utter Debbie Downer post, but some days I have to unhinge the steam valve.

  • My favorite employer is going to such crap. They're moving in the direction of mega classes which means less pay, more work, and less professional trust and respect. But it's for the good of the students (not)!
  • My campus leader is just like my old, toxic boss at my previous full-time job. So. Much. Alike. 
  • My son lost a classmate to cancer. 
  • The US is a political shithole.
  • All my empathy muscles are maxed out and it hurts. 
Amidst the mental and emotional clamor, I'm hearing a distinctive and slightly scary call to Do. Something. Else. 

This makes me laugh so much.

I don't know what that means yet, but it's coming. Whether it's a new teaching job, writing more, another degree, a different field. It's something. It's the right thing, but it's scary.

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