January 18th, 2005


If you open up my head, this is what you get

I am apparently never so fascinating as when I talk about breasts. Then again, this is likely true of many of us, so I'm trying not to take it personally.

Breasts: I support them. Well, not literally.

Need to trim beard and mustache—upper lip feels Wilford Brimley-esque.

The rainy season is in full force now. Mostly, I like it, though I get soggier than usual now that I commute a bit.

This is about the level of busyness I like at work. Maybe just a smidge over what I'd choose, but it keeps me busy all day and feeling accomplished, without being overwhelmed or (hopefully) having to put in too much overtime. Still tempted to blow my stack a few times (and actually, I hung up on someone today, but John seemed to agree that it was an appropriate response); just have to remind myself that some of the ignorance I'm running into is really that—ignorance. We're learning to be a church and function as a body, which necessarily entails lots of awkwardness as we enter a new stage. While it may seem easier to do it all myself, that's not actually better at all.

Community Group tonight. Kinda looking forward to it. I'm committed to being more on task with our time together tonight; I think we've had enough social time that it's a fair goal.

I want to listen to all the music, read all the books, and watch all the movies (and bad television). It's just not going to happen. And that's OK.

This unrivalled tutor used as His class-book the best of books [Luke 24:27]. Although able to reveal fresh truth, He preferred to expound the old. He knew by His omniscience what was the most instructive way of teaching, and by turning at once to Moses and the prophets, He showed us that the surest road to wisdom is not speculation, reasoning, or reading human books, but meditation upon the Word of God. The readiest way to be spiritually rich in heavenly knowledge is to dig in this mine of diamonds, to gather pearls from this heavenly sea. When Jesus Himself sought to enrich others, He wrought in the quarry of Holy Scripture.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (18 January, Evening: "Jesus, Our Teacher and Lesson")
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