Quote of the Day: “Okay, so on the board you see morbidly obese Jesus A and B.” — Nicole Kelley, in an attempt to explain the differences in beliefs between Nestorius and Cyril (see diagrams below)
You would think that a lot would have happened since my last post, but to be honest I feel like I’ve just been going through the motions. Nevertheless I’ll see if I can give you the highlights.I’ll start with two weeks ago, February 9, when we had a night of worship at Nav Night. This was probably the most fun worship night for me so far, mostly because the whole band was able to play. Even Kim, who at the last minute was able to get a night off from her usher duties. I think I was most excited for Apple, who finally got to sing for everyone. All I’ve been hearing since then is, “Man, Apple’s got some pipes!” And it’s true, she does. When compared to the three previous nights of worship I was least prepared for this one. That’s personally speaking, mind you. The band was ready, and all the equipment was more organized than it had been in previous months. But I felt I was musically still rusty on a lot of songs and I had no idea what I was going to talk about when I got up there. I ended up speaking out of Ephesians 3, which seemed to fit the songs we chose incredibly well. Sadly there’s only one more night of worship this semester. That’s on March 30.It was the next night that I went to Club Downunder to see Andrew Bird play. I had never heard of the guy but I think I left as his biggest fan. The man is incredible. It’s just him and one other guy. The other guy plays keyboards and drums, and Bird plays guitar, viola, xylophone, and sings (he also whistles quite a bit). How does that sound good? They play something once and then they loop it. So the guy on the keyboard will play something basic and loop it for the rest of the song. Bird will pluck the strings of this viola, loop it, then play on this viola normally, the loop it, then pull out his electric guitar, play it and start singing. All the while they’re going back and forth between different instruments. It was incredible. If you get a chance check him out.I started teaching a 1 Thessalonians Bible study recently. I looked around for a study to teach that did what I wanted to do but couldn’t find one. So I wrote my own. So far I think it’s doing pretty well. I’m using the inductive study method I learned from Mark Bogart at the Miami summer training program back three years ago. The membership of the study has exploded, in part because Andy’s study is now part of mine. All told there are nine people in the study, with the possibility of one or two more joining soon. I’ve never led a small group with more than four other people, so this is a new and somewhat daunting task for me.I have one bit of sad news to report. On Monday, February 6, my family said goodbye to its pet. Our rabbit Thumper died at the age of 11. From what I saw when I was at home and from what I was told she never seemed to be in any pain, but I think her death was the end of a more subtle pain. She had been blind and deaf for some time now. And while a rabbit being blind isn’t that much different than a rabbit with its full vision capabilities, losing her hearing was a different story. She always seemed spooked, not knowing when someone was coming until they were close enough to smell.We got her when she was one year old from an owner who didn’t have the time to take care of her anymore. Right away we could tell she wasn’t what we thought we were getting. Now I know when you think of rabbits you think of docile creatures, but you never met Thumper. The Bump, as we affectionately called her, was the runt of her litter, which seemed to give her an extreme inferiority complex. She would not be pushed around by anyone. When I lived in south Florida we used to take her out of her cage and put her on our screened porch so she could get some exercise. She would run around the corners of the porch at breakneck speeds. It was quite a sight to behold. Naturally she would need to be put back in her cage at the end of the day. And that’s when the game began. Corralling her was a major chore, taking a half hour or more sometimes. She would run around relentlessly, refusing to leave her playground. When she got cornered she would either “present herself” (bundle herself up to be picked up) or, if she hadn’t had enough yet, she’d nip you on the hand and take off. It almost never broke the skin, but it felt like a pair of pliers clamping down on you. (I used to love to watch my friends, who were used to cats, try to pet her under her chin. That was an automatic nip.) I remember one time when I was chasing her down she jumped on my leg and bit me in the shin. This was an attack rabbit. Of course at the time I was hardly amused, but now I look back on it and I smile. She was more than just a soft, cute, carrot-loving fur ball. She was the most unique pet I will ever have. I’m going to miss her.
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