Finished up James chapter 3 this morning. He talks about wisdom, and so I went to look up a definition. Took me on a wonderful(?) journey across the internet. Names like Socrates and Plato came up – have not really thought about those two since college. Then they dropped the names of others on me, along with their plays. More college memories. Seems that Socrates was the first great philosopher. Now, the question is “was he?” He may have start the “Socratic Method” (look it up), but I seem to remember Job asking questions like Socrates talks about doing. Also…
Yesterday Was A Blast
Church on the lawn – sun beating down on my head – no bugs flying around… On and on this could go. Needless to say, the fire on the pole and the blown transformers meant no electricity for the school where we meet. So, Saturday night at 7 p.m. a crew cleaned up the recently mowed field and made sure that everything we needed was out of the storage container. That in itself meant sorting through what had been removed earlier in the day, and getting the right pieces out. Bright and early Sunday morning, the crews were in place…
Words and Words
Sometimes, that seems like what we say and hear has turned into. In one of Shakespeare’s sonnets it says “It is a tale full of sound and fury signifying nothing.” That is one the things that has stuck with me since high school (now that was a long time ago. There are days, when I get the feeling that my words are that way. There are other times when they are inciteful and precise without hurting other people. What we say and how we say it can be helpful or hurtful. Reading James this morning got me caught up in…