the truth underneath

In anticipating this final semester of my schoolwork, I became quite anxious when thinking about the great number of tasks I was being asked to perform. Counting my latest class, I'm dealing with the academic requirements of seven classes at the same time. Is that sane? Well, is it ever sane to just drive forward with the determination that won't take no for an answer? There is a baby coming. I need to graduate now. End of story.

However, now that the course requirements have become more clear, I've realized one very important thing: I like this stuff. I like theology (to an extent). I'm not one of those people that gets my dose of self-esteem from going on a self-righteous tirade about how obvious certain theological truths are and how stupid people are to believe otherwise. No, my theological interest tends to happen quietly. It happens in my heart, which actually seems to rejoice when thinking about certain aspects of God and His plan. Some of it requires a great deal of faith, but I believe that faith is sewn into the fabric of being alive. We all have faith, we believe that certain things/people will do certain things for us. We all believe that some things are better than others. I choose to believe that God exists and that His character is revealed in the Trinity of Father, Son and H0ly Spirit. I choose to believe that He is the creator and the author of love. I know myself well enough to know that I need Him.

So, the semester presses onward. All of my written work is due by April 27. That's about two months away. Here goes nothing, but at least I'll be enjoying some of the labor...