I hate to admit that in a moment of insanity today, I loudly accused my calculator of adding incorrectly.

It, of course, was doing its job perfectly, as it always does, and I'm mad at it for its perfection.

If my calculator had a face, it would be blonde and beautiful and smart and always right and I would hate it.

Because I spent three hours trying to balance my bank entry. 

But all is well.  I bought myself a cherry coke and did something else that didn't use a calculator.

I think that for the very first time in my life, I'm not rushing to the window in the morning hoping to see snow.

Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that its 65 degrees outside.

Or maybe I'm just growing up.

Either way.... Christmas is coming.

Here I am writing because Katie had a fit.

Life is beautiful and rushed right now, though some days manage to be horribly monotonous and devastatingly repetitive.  Kenyon and I are both rather adventurous people, and some days the quiet routine of Lincoln Illinois is just too much for us.  Or not enough, I suppose.

I'm loving life, despite its unrelenting schedule.  School and work and dinner and homework and sometimes some sleep and here and there and even some good ole time with my husband... but then school and work and dinner...

I've taken a break from my heavy reading load lately, in hopes of doing some thinking. I find when I intake so much at once, i have trouble organizing it and fashioning it into something useful.  So my reading sabbatical has been quite rewarding.  I've been thinking about Jesus.

More, specifically, I've been considering how I cut God short, how I ponder him irresponsibly.  I suppose that no matter how well I try to think of God, I will always come short.  For who can comprehend something so Other than itself?  But I should be at least speaking of God responsibly, using the knowledge of his revelation to inform my picture of Him, and of late, I've come to see my inadequecy in this quest.

I don't understand the Trinity.  Western theology has always suffered from this ailment.  Since the Western church broke from Eastern Orthodoxy in the early centuries of Christendom, we have been lacking a vital, vibrant, artistic, mysterious picture of our beautiful Father that, until retrieved, will leave our picture of God so faulty.  Our Eastern brothers so careful talk of God always in terms of the Trinity, of his saving action in being eternally human and being eternally spirit and eternally father.  By Jesus taking on flesh, we are blessed with an image, and understanding of our Great Father, a determination, despite what Derrida and and Marion and Caputo and the deconstructionists say, that we CAN know God, not in entirety, but in accuracy, despite our fleshly condition, for God redeemed humanity through his son, allowing us eternal access to his Throne.  Of course we see through a mirror indirectly, but we see.  God makes himself evident, despite what Kant says about the sublime... we see God.

Praise the LORD. 

t minus three days and counting.

till school.