As some of you know, I am in Atlanta for the annual national gathering of biblical scholars, theologians, and other similar types of dysfunctional people also known as SBL/AAR — Society of Biblical Literature/American Academy of Religion.
Cities put their hat in the ring and the one that loses has to host it that year.
A major drawback for the cities, apart from general embarrassment, includes traffic backup when scholars stop in the middle of the street and stand there for no apparent reason (perhaps debating the echoes of Neo-Assyrian laws codes in Seinfeld, season 3).
Cities also bear added costs associated with putting safety plugs in all the outlets and increased signage with detailed instructions on how elevators work (e.g., “We know you’re in a hurry to get to that thing you’re going to, but pressing the button 50 times won’t make the elevator get here any earlier. Perhaps you should plan ahead?”).
Anyway, I’m mainly just letting you know you why I am not blogging over these few days—excluding this post telling you that.
In the meantime, might I suggest you go to the bottom of this page, find a category you like, read every post there, and commit them to memory. Otherwise I am concerned that you might feel directionless in the meantime, and no one wants that.
Failing that, let me at least share a quote with you from Brennan Manning’s wonderful book Ruthless Trust: The Ragamuffin’s Path to God
God utters me like a word containing a partial thought of himself. A word will never be able to comprehend the voice that utters it. But if I am true to the concept that God utters in me, if I am true to the thought of him I was meant to embody, I shall be free of his actuality and find him everywhere in myself, and find myself nowhere. I shall be lost in him.
I am reminded of Colossians 3:3; “For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.”
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