greetings a day late

So delightful to catch up on here as always! Pictures, videos, and a good variety of voices. I was feeling emotional as I sat down, and those feelings did not decrease as I read and watched. ūüôā

With the last three work days off, I had a “five day” weekend and return to work tomorrow morning. Elizabeth had two days of¬†mandatory¬†trainings¬†during the daytime that she has been cited for missing (during the last couple annual evaluations). Then today she had her first big exam in her linguistics course. I have lots of vacation time and have been under pressure from my boss to start using some of it, so I got to care for the kids and homeschool Nessa. Elizabeth did well with her big exam and has gotten 100% on a couple homework items now. Her initial worries about the linguistics course seem to be past, but it certainly involves a steady amount of study time.

Tobin and I have been a little under the weather, and cat allergies add to my issues. Today was a rainy day, and we enjoyed some extra reading time (up through the Battle of Pelennor fields in The Return of the King). Tobin built this little “cat robot” while looking at a¬†minuscule¬†picture on the cardboard box lid (and with on a tiny bit of help from Nessa).

During Bible time, we read about King Saul’s growing hatred for David (as well as Jonathan’s steadfast love). Nessa and Tobin were engrossed and asking many questions. In addition to plenty of good theological meat, they got a little sidetracked with spurious (although not entirely off-track)¬†comparisons¬†between King Saul and¬†Denethor.

I won’t say much about Logos partly because I can’t write much on a public blog and partly because I don’t think it’s the most important part of my life to share with family. However, I feel God’s calling there strongly, in large part because it is stretching and growing me a great deal. I’m surrounded by a lot of Christians who I can learn from. Student challenges are overwhelming, but our teachers (and not I) carry the weight of this load. So far this year, we have had one student witness a mother murdered, and a colleague was called away from school to help a single mother file charges for the rape of her little girl (on the previous evening). I spend a lot of time in meetings, typically intense and varied, over the course of a single day. Many things distract us all from building up a rigorous classical Christian study program, and my heart goes out to our amazing teachers at the same time as I try to push and develop everyone. As with each one of you in the extended family, I crave your prayers (more and more, almost daily).

As for the “the pink elephant,” as Elizabeth called it, our family church conversations continue at a slow but¬†¬†fruitful pace.¬†All four of us PA Hakes lit candles and placed them at the front of Christ the¬†Savior¬†Church for this past Saturday’s vespers service. Watching those four steady flames burn down as the prayer service spent itself, I was comforted (and learned some small thing about prayer).¬†I don’t know that I will ever be as cerebrally¬†exercised¬†about theology as I used to get, and this is a blessing. (Although, I’m actually reading as much or more than ever.) I’ve also written several pages of stuff for Elizabeth that she graciously lets me read aloud to her in big chunks now and then. But somehow, these “learned tomes” of mine rarely turn out to be the most fruitful part of our conversations and exchanges. I still hope to speak and write about the Bible a lot in my life (and to write poems about all kinds of things), but I don’t ever envision¬†proselytizing (intellectually)¬†for Eastern Orthodoxy, even if we do end up there ourselves. (Actually, proselytizing via¬†argumentation¬†is one thing that Orthodox Christians don’t do much at all, and they typically insist that adults join the church slowly and thoughtfully, while loving to point out that Philip and the Ethiopian are an excellent counterpoint to this.) After all is said and done, at any rate, it would be a dream-come-true to stand quietly next to each of you through at least one vespers service before I die.

Thanks for reading and much love to all.

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