This semester is going to kill me. I’m not even finished with the second week and I’ve been unable to complete most of my reading (which truly is impossible anyway, but one would think I would have gotten most of it done). I have a paper due on Thursday afternoon (tomorrow) and I have hardly begun the reading – The Venerable Bede, father of Medieval and Patristic church history in England. When, I ask you – when?, am I going to be able to finish this paper?
I have no clue whether my illness last spring was due to stress or whether stress may have contributed to the problem, but so far this term I’m headed in the same direction. I can’t. At least the accountability of a running group will help me practice a little more consistently the whole “self-care” thing they talk about so much here. I think I am going to have to tell Father Wright that I cannot have a paper ready for him by Thursday, come what may. I could hand in anything, but I do want to do a good job.
Besides, the retreat is this weekend. Too bad most of it will be consumed by my attempt to catch up on my reading for classes.
I read in the chapel for the first time for yesterday’s Evening Prayer. That one is down, now. What am I doing writing this at 4:50 am?
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I was quoted in the New York Post yesterday. The Times would have been better, but I’ll take what I can get. 🙂
Fred Phelps and his cronies were protesting the first day of classes of the Harvey Milk High School. The school is for LGBT students where were so harassed and abused in their regular public school that this is their last option. So, Fred was there to make sure the kids knew that they were hell-bound, that according to Leviticus they should be put to death, and that they are destroying the nation. The Post estimated about 200 counter-protesters, including around 17 of us from General. Here is the paragraph:
“Religion and holy writ were also invoked by many of the more than 200 people, most of them New Yorkers, who turned up to support the students, who were quickly ushered past police barricades into the school. ‘I’m here as a Christian,’ said supporter Bob Griffith, 42,” (okay, so they got my age wrong!) “of Manhattan. ‘The kind of sentiment being expressed [by the protesters] is not true to what God would have us do.'”
There you have it. I wonder if that is my fifteen minutes of fame? Being in the Gay People’s Chronicle in Cleveland several times isn’t quite the same as the New York Post, I suppose.
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