Barely. I’m tired. (Keep in mind, there was much more reading from PDF’s, and all the paper writing. Oh, and the Koine Greek–not to mention full time work.)

I tell you what. I’m still running on the inside. Hopefully I’ll find the peace that passes understanding tomorrow. I only have until the end of January before it begins again. Here’s a photo of the books I read this semester. On the left of The Holy Bible are books I read cover-to-cover, on the right, are books that I read half-or-more. Within the aforementioned Bible, Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy, Joshua, Judges, Ruth, Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and Song of Songs. Though those last three were more skimmed than read (forgive me).

If I was you, I’d be dying to know what I think my chances are of getting into heaven (naturally being the ultimate goal, right?) after one semester of a seminary. Well, as always, I’ll offer you a reference point from a movie. Remember Johnny Depp’s Benny and Joon? There’s a scene where the all-to-ready-to-play-Buster-Keaton Depp wants to see his girlfriend who’s locked up in a group home. He employs some of his talent for good, tossing his hat toward the closing door and it slides perfectly between the door and the door frame, thus propping the door open. Overlay the pearly gates onto that scene, and you get the idea.

The thing that bothers me most about tonight is that I am alone. That’s no good and about as anti-Christian as it comes if any of my reading has paid off. Oh well. I’ve made my choices and have few regrets. Someday I’ll stop pushing people away and together we’ll fulfill Augustine of Hippo’s City of God.

I hope to write some more flash fiction over the break. But first, like the rest of you, I have to figure out my Obamacare situation before the 15th. And then I have to renew my pilot’s licenses before the spring semester begins.

I’d like to leave you with this quote by an ol’ timey preacher from the early 20th century named Billy Sunday. (To be clear, if you’re not wearing a silly grin after you read the following, dial 9-1-1.) Apparently he’s famous for proclaiming,

“I don’t know any more about theology than a jack-rabbit does about ping-pong, but I’m on the way to glory!”

As the Boondock Saints would say, “I do believe the Monsignor has finally got the point.”

Amen.