It’s the end of my first week of classes. As I’ve met the people here– the bible scholars- history majors- ministers-in-training– there have been the ”whatsyournamewhereareyoufromlifestorygo!” questions. Then there has been the question: “What are you studying?”
Communications!
Cue the eyebrows. “What are you doing here.”
Kicks and giggles my friends.
Well, that’s what I thought. Then I saw all the homework. Papers, reading... you know, real homework. Slaughterhouse for the giggles.
It’s worth it though. The first week of classes has me excited for the rest of the semester. That never, ever happens. And, when classes are over for the day, great things happen. Like walking (gasping.. trudging..wheezing) up the Mount of Olives.
Stopping into a Roman prison along the way and standing in the courtyard where [it's said] Jesus was whipped.
Checking out the Garden of Gethsemane.
You’re right– none of that was homework. It’s tough having an incredible backyard.
P.S. This little gem is hanging up in our library.
Beautiful pics, Em! Great job sucking the marrow out of life. Hope this trip is all you dreamed and more. Stay safe - we miss you! Lots and lots of love. (Maybe I'll even go play in the snow for you.)
ReplyDeleteGod bless you Em, awesome pics, we're praying for you.
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