My Life

Let me tell you about my day.

I woke up and went to breakfast. Every single day our school's dining facility serves eggs and sausage for breakfast. Everyday.

Then I went to my Pentateuch class. In class I took a comprehensive test over Genesis 15-40. The second part of the test was composed of writing three essays. The first essay was on my interpretation of Genesis 1-2 using Richard Hayes and Ellen Davis as my theological perspective. The second essay was on my version of Genesis 3 and how crucial that chapter is to the rest of the scriptures. Lastly, the third essay I wrote was on Geneses 22:1-19 and how Isaac was prefigure for Christ.

After class I came back and worked on my vocabulary acquisition of the Greek language. I also translated three verses, as my homework demanded.

Then I went to lunch and ate something that surely was not healthy for me.

After lunch I went to work. I sat in my chair and sorted/numbered mail.

Then I went to my Theology of the Reformation class. In class we had an extremely heated discussion on the bondage of the will from Calvin's perspective and spent all class arguing with each other. We used a lot of big words and smart ideas that would impress a lot of people.

When Reformation ended, my head was spinning with ideas but I still headed off to my exegetical Greek class. In class we discussed the subtle, yet extremely difficult nuances of the Greek language found in Romans 10:14-18. We also laughed at how we can predict different commentators reaction to the theological points presented in the text. Yeah, we read that many commentaries that often.

I was sitting there in my Greek class wondering what I was doing. With the certain look on my face I wondered what happened to an exiting life? Where did late night trips wondering around Detroit go? How did the irresistible draw of music get replaced by dead white guys theology? What ever happened to the boy who snuck into his girlfriends house at night? What happened to a life filled with danger, pleasure and satisfaction? When was the last time I closed my eyes and let whatever I wanted come out of my guitar? At what point did I become concerned with what was overstepping the line? It seems that I have suddenly lost my emotions and used my mind to control my life. I know it is all for the best. I mean how many people get this great of a chance to learn the character of God? How often do you see someone studying the bible in its original language? I'm blessed I know, but I am bored.