I went out with a group of friends Monday night to see Amazing Grace. It's an extraordinary movie, and I think we would all highly recommend it, even the one who said she usually hates historical movies and, I guess, would have chosen the Hugh Grant option. I'm afraid I forced the issue, because I was decidedly not in a Hugh Grant mood.
None of my friends asked why I was behaving so badly. (Perhaps I always behave that way? A sobering thought.) We are experiencing simultaneous situations of great joy and great heaviness of heart in our family at the moment. That simultaneous juxtaposition has been the defining feature of our family's existence for some time now. It can be wearing.
There is a fabulous article in last Sunday's Magazine about belief in God as a question of evolutionary process:
"Which is the better biological explanation for a belief in God — evolutionary adaptation or neurological accident? Is there something about the cognitive functioning of humans that makes us receptive to belief in a supernatural deity? And if scientists are able to explain God, what then? Is explaining religion the same thing as explaining it away? Are the nonbelievers right, and is religion at its core an empty undertaking, a misdirection, a vestigial artifact of a primitive mind? Or are the believers right, and does the fact that we have the mental capacities for discerning God suggest that it was God who put them there?"
I happen to be confident in the truth of the final clause of the excerpt, but the whole article is fascinating.
I'm working on . . .
a request to people I don't know for something I don't have . . .
a Powerpoint and presentation on prayer . . .
a document with respect to the Presbyterian Church's ordination controversy . . .
a class paper on the book The Mantle of the Prophet, with which I desperately wish the President of the United States and his Secretary of State had familiarized themselves BEFORE treading eastward (and the book is about Islam and Iran ~ it's not too late, Mr. President and Madame Secretary!) . . .
our state's standardized graduation tests for 10th graders, which I have to ensure proceed without a hitch over the next two weeks . . .
the gutter and soffit disaster on the front of the house, for which the repair estimate went from $2500 to $5000 in, oh, the blink of an eye . . . .
Yes, it's definitely the middle of the week. In March, a month in which I should be in St. Augustine. I would have other things on which to focus there.