What went well February 25 2014

1.   Janelle prayed for me this morning and spoke about how much I am loved by God.  What a great start to the day!.

2.  Class went really well.  We watched a video on the Lusitania and the kids were transfixed.  And then we made posters for Wilson’s 14 points.

3.  I got a lot of grading and paperwork done this morning so I feel like I am really catching up.


The body is a temple but the only sacred thing is the soul inside.  Without the Spirit the temple is just an empty shell.  All sorts of things are kept inside the temple– what statues erected to the personalities we idolize?  My temple has high speed WiFi.  Do we light candles to our stone  heroes and neglect the Spirit for which the temple was built?  And I know I waste a lot of time worrying about sagging porticos and buttresses.  The temple fails, but the soul is eternal.



Three things that went well. February 24, 2014

1.  I only had a small headache today, and one pill took care of it.  I’m glad that I had medicine to take and I’m glad that it worked.

2. Although the day was a long one, I was able to get a lot of work done.  I got most of my grading into the system and I’m glad because end of quarter is just two weeks away.  End of third quarter!

3.  I had a good discussion with Eric, one of my students, about the capture of El Chapo.  He is concerned, and I believe rightly so, that hundreds of innocent people will be killed in the power vacuum.



World War 1


Why not?

  • Neutrality enables US to sell to all parties
  • US doesn’t want to go to war


Major Players

  • Germany– Otto Von Bismark
  • Austria-Hungary
  • Russia
  • France

Breathing is harder when your lungs are full of mucus.

So you know when you blow your nose and liquid shoots out your eye?  That’s a weird reminder of the interconnectivity of things. I never really think about how my nasal cavities are connected to my eyes– who does, really?  But being sick brings it all to the front.  Like, I can walk up the stairs and be totally out of breath because my lungs are at half capacity.  When my nose is stuffed up my ears are blocked, too. And when my throat hurt, my ears itched, way on the inside where I can’t scratch.


This is how I feel.

Shall I?

I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

Not waving but drowning

So. Wait- I though of something last night that was really cool. Can’t recall it now, which is why I should write stuff down when I think of it, no matter the time.

I think I have my schedule ironed out at last.

Social leprosy

Luke 5:12-16

Max Lucado wrote a story about a leper, following the story in Luke. I pub’d it in my Noteworthy– here is the link–

So Rick Riley spoke about what it was like to be the leper. Lucado wrote about social leprosy– the divorced, the ex-convict, the drunk, the brawler, the terminally ill, and the foreigner who doesn’t speak the language.

People are scared of lepers, but Jesus is not scared. I have something that I can’t fix. I have often wished and begged for healing. If I could go back there, I would rush at Jesus and body-tackle him, begging for healing. But that ain’t gonna happen. Still, sometimes I wonder, why not me?

Anyway, this wasn’t supposed to be about me. This is where we get to be Jesus to others. Where we see past the damage to the person, or the awkwardness, or the incomprehension. This is what I want, then–the ability to see.

such a strange day

So. Professional development. I am here in a conference room, by myself, listening to a web seminar. Pretty sure this qualifies for hazard pay. Although it is nice to be able to type out a blog post during PD.

This morning I learned that Halima’s sister is dead. At sunset they will all pray for Randa, for her happiness, and for her family. The Heavens above them almost shatter, out of reverence for Him, and the angels praise and glorify their Lord, and they ask forgiveness for those on Earth. Absolutely, God is the Forgiver, Most Merciful.

Digital Library: Milton




Digital Facsimiles:

Paradise Lost  If anyone would want to punish themselves…

Milton’s Signature also at the Morgan Library in NYC

Cambridge’s collection of Milton at Christ’s College


Digital Texts:

Milton Readings at Dartmouth with intro and hypertexting



Open Course on Milton at Yale

Podcasts and Multimedia from Christ’s College

Darkness Visible also hosted at Cambridge

happy father’s day!


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