Intersections 6

Here it what it is like to change your life and go off to seminary at this particular juncture in life:

This morning as I walked around the Little Lakes (where, I am happy to report, after yesterday's sadness, many dogs and humans were out and about, all in joyful partnership with one another), I spent my time alternating between the memorization of Greek articles and a discussion of leach lines (i.e., septic systems) via cell phone with my real estate agent in the southern part of the state. I would stake quite a bit of money on the likelihood that no one else in Greek or Hebrew was discussing leach lines this morning.

Now, as my determined husband continues his dismantling of the hallway ceiling (our own dog is hiding under the bed after looking at me balefully to ask why we are so insistent on demolishing her home), I am off to memorize more Greek and read Karl Rahner and continue my contemplation of that endlessly intriguing question (well, to me, anyway): revelation via scripture or revelation via human experience?

You may recall, of course, that I am a both/and kind of girl.