I started my lectures yesterday and I am excited. My first three classes are all lectures and there are no text books so I sit at my kitchen table listening and scribbling away at either important notes or doodling with exchanges of frantically searching the Bible whenever the professor (Dr. Flemming) gives out Bible verses. It's nice to be learning again. To be learning things I actually consider very important. I would like to some way make this funny but there's nothing really funny when life is so good. The jokes and the cracks come when life is not good and you have no choice but to laugh at your circumstances in order to just not break down and cry. But I fear that the reason life is this good is because it's going to get really bad. Kinda like the summit before the fall. But I am in constant watch (not paranoia but just attention) to when and if things start to turn south. I am also thankful. Very thankful for how things are now.
Yesterday was also Jeff's first day at work as a captain. I got to go into his class and pin him and everyone shook his hand and said "It's about time." It was pretty cool. Jeff has worked hard and receiving his rail-road tracks (captain symbol looks like rail-road tracks) was like being a kid on Christmas morning. He keeps looking at his chest and stroking his rank. So he's starting a new journey as well. And working hard to get into Ranger school...which why anyone would want to put themselves through that, I have no idea, but it's his goal so I say go for it. (PS there's a new show coming out on Nat Geo I think where it follows men through the Ranger course...crack heads.)
We found a church. A good church I think. And we have friends who go there. We both got that warm gooey feeling in our hearts like when we first met, or when my niece hugs me. It's good. Life is good.
I'm reminded of Job. It can all be taken away. Either as a test. Punishment. Sin. Whatever. Nothing is guaranteed besides that God won't leave us. So I try to remember that and surf this emotional high rip curl just a little bit longer and pray to God I hit a sand bar and not coral. That would suck.
And one last thing - Babylon. I'm reading like a thousand books right now...because I am a nerd. One is for leisure (like on the bike or in a hot bath), one is for bedtime or random times during the day(though I really like it so it keeps me up sometimes), one is a quick devotional about the Apocalypse, and the others are really more for reference. Anyways, Babylon has come up a few times and did you know that Babylon was what is now modern day Iraq? And in Revelations 13 I think, Babylon falls. Now is this historic, literal, symbolic? I have no idea. But it's kinda funny that we're at war with Iraq...or well in Iraq. Babylon doesn't fall because of war though, at least not on the battlefield. Babylon says "I am queen, not a widow" meaning her men didn't die in a battle. Rather it says Babylon fell on itself because of plagues. Maybe it's not the traditional interpretation of plagues. Maybe it's the constant fighting they have going on with each other. The corruptness in the police force and the ruling officials. Maybe they're going to fight to the death and destroy themselves. I don't know but it's something to ponder. And it's sad, I think.
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