We begin the week anew.
Saturday brought me to Minneapolis on an early-morning bus ride. I awoke Abby and we eventually found ourselves biking through Minneapolis in heat and soreness. Why does it take the destruction of muscle cells to make the body feel alive? I ended up that evening at a coffee shop, finishing off Steinbeck's Wrath and Jim Forest's A Pilgrim to the Russian Church. I met a middle-aged fellow named Andrew, a patent-lawyer recovering from a very recent divorce. His face was amazingly similiar to that of my old companion, Tim Bauman. We talked about the Cities and his recent marital cessation.
And to us Sunday is given for worship! It is a strange thing: worship. We gather, a rag-tag band of weak but well-meaning people, and we stand together for almost two hours, singing and praying and then receiving Life veiled in bread and wine. Liturgy demands my attention and quickly informs me just how innattentive I am. It's brilliant.
Most of Sunday afternoon was spent in a sleepy and beautiful haze.
I met with an admissions counselor today at one of the local schools. I am so ignorant of all things college-related, being that it has been four years since last I was instructed as to how one enters college (and I wasn't paying attention four years ago). Lord, have mercy.
Nehemiah cries: " Oh LORD God of Heaven, the great and terrible God..."