Nutmeg
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. To all my degenerates out there: You’re the best. I’m exhausted. I’ve spent the past six weeks preaching, sometimes on both Sunday morning and evening. I’ve spent the past 6 days writing an essay worth 1/3 of my grade that determines whether or not I continue my research in the Ph.D. program in the fall. I’ve managed to avoid the many offers for coffee from parishioners in the past weeks, mostly citing my busy schedule as the culprit. The Mission society wants my participation, I have a presentation to give at the end of the week, another sermon due for Holy Week, and I my mind feels as empty as my soul. Today, I had coffee with a friend tasked with establishing a church plant among college students in Edinburgh. After an hour of contemplating the dimensions of secular society and its invasion of the church, we began to talk about things that are meaningful to people. Ironically, I found myself babbling about rhythm in ...