The first week of summer school is over. Four more to go. And the good news? The mid-term is next Thursday. Don't ya just love summer session!?

So, there’s this white mini-van at the snooty health club near my morning train station. And this mini-van has been parked so that its rear is shoving the hedge to a near 60% angle to the ground. Mind you, this hedge is not composed of bushes, but small trees. So the first thing that pops into my mind is, “I hope they’ve damaged their car.” Then I regret the harshness and repent. A moment later, though, a question comes to mind: “What is the comparative importance of the monetary damage to the mini-van driver versus the physical damage to the trees, given that the trees are innocent and the driver is culpable?” How’s that for a morning ponder… Do you think graduate school may be getting to me?

I was reading waterbrain the other day and an idea sparked. He says that passion is rooted in suffering and sacrifice. So often, especially in our “worship music” passion is connected with pleasure—even ecstasy. If it is true that passion is rooted in suffering and sacrifice, what does passionate worship look like?

Exegesis started today... Not much else to say... Maybe tomorrow.