Burke has changed to Kirk....and it hurts my head at points.

But, I also read the entire 28 volumes (9-10 chapters each....17 pages a chapter = 4,500 pages) of Rurouni Kenshin in the past 4 days....I was addicted and couldn't stop. I teared up a bit at the end.

Still on Burke

I'm working on that Burke thesis still...it's tearing me up.

Me Dancing Yesterday Part II

Me Dancing Yesterday

The Return

I'm in the process of finishing up a senior thesis for my Christian Studies major. I already graduated, but this is a project that was unfinished due to some extenuating circumstances. Anyway, I'm writing this paper on Edmund Burke, Russell Kirk, and conservatism. The reading is great, but it sure is dense. I hope for a finished reading list in the next 5 days, and a finished paper in the next 10.

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I haven't had a moment to think, to stop and reflect.
Every chance that I get to erect a thought, I expect
Another abrupt interruption before my thoughts collect.

Teaching is a supernatural gift of the Holy Spirit. It's listed in at least one of the four lists (1 Cor, Rom, Eph, 1 Peter) of spiritual gifts. When you think about how people learn, it's incredible to think that one can teach someone else anything at all. Ultimately, God has to bring the teaching to root and to fruit. Often, we learn by what seems to be a process of teaching ourselves. It's a kind of self-knowledge. I can tell you something, give you all sorts of facts and figures about it, open up texts to you no one has ever known before...but in the end, if you don't agree in your heart with what I've said, I haven't taught you anything. I've told you a lot of stuff, but teaching has not occurred. When teaching occurs, it's pretty incredible, because (in a situation of true teaching/learning) one person's heart/mind (Jews understood heart and mind to be same) literally changes. When God reveals himself to someone and they repent and turn to them, He changes their heart.....

something to think about

Glimpsing back, at the state of what was,
What is, is staring me down, yelling to live,
I'm holding on tight to the crown, that I'm compelled to give,
Just a kid, with no comprehension of what He did,
Put the past inside a cup and then secure its lid.

more to come