On my walk today, I spent several minutes observing a coot swimming in the reservoir. I'm not sure I've ever had such a close view of a coot, and I couldn't figure out how it could swim with those long, long toes. But now that I've found a photograph, I see that each toe has little webbed sections protruding from it.
Coots are such bizarre birds.
A quiet day. A Hebrew class and a lot of work, most of the day, on Psalm 88. I liked it because of its unremitting expression of anguish, but it turns out to be a work of immense artistry as well. Now I like it even better. More on that another day.
A meeting for a group project. Another tantalizing Lean Cuisine dinner.
And now I am reading Calvin on the authority of Scripture. Interesting that, on the same day on which I spent so much time contemplating a coot, I am now contemplating Calvin's words about our inability to know God fully in God's creation as opposed to God's revelation in Scripture. I am reminded of one commentator who suggested that there is little evidence for Calvin's having ever paid much attention to the creation he describes so brilliantly.
But ~ he did pay a lot of attention to Scripture, and certainly in a more lucid and cohesive fashion than that of which I am capable.
So I guess tonight I am glad enough for Calvin, and for coots as well.
I had not anticipated an alliterative post when I got started.
Try to restrain yourself if you comment.
Forgot one little thing in the current events department.
Gregarious Son had an emergency root canal today.
Nine hundred uninsured dollars.