39 Articles... Steps... Hours

The Anglican church has 39 articles of faith
There is a spy novel named "39 Steps"
I have 39 hours before I leave the country
Coincidence.... I think not.

Today's excitement centered around my last Brazil rehearsal, my bowling for an hour with Warren, and watching Ratatouille with Evan, Christy, Warren, and Carrie. That, and sitting on my butt; we all know how exciting that is. The movie rocked; it was the funniest thing I've seen in a while. I lobbied for Die Hard 4, but everyone was pretty set on the Rat.

It's been a long time since Sunday; it always seems like that by the end of the week. I'm glad God didn't create the universe in more than six days or it'd be much to long time to go between spiritual fillings

It's sad how you can introduce someone to people and they use the word "keeper" without knowing anything of their spiritual walk or standing in Grace. I'm sure they mean well and realize they speak out of limited knowledge, but it's still slightly upsetting. If a girl's demeanor, way with children, or education were the barometer, then it'd be a pretty big pond. As my facebook paraphrase goes, "as a ring of gold in a swine's snout, so is the most perfect perspective spouse without the indwelling Spirit." It's a pretty ring, but not when it comes with a pig attached. The Spirit is easy to spot, as easily as one can tell a beautiful person from a pig; He makes such an impact. Religiosity can't mimic it; living a moral life, going to church, undergoing sacraments, none of it will pass muster without the unassisted heart transplant of the Spirit. In a way, it's not tangible, but as the saying goes, you know it when you see it. And when you see it, it's more miraculously amazing than seeing a sea divided or water transformed into wine.

If only I were tired.... like I will be when I'm in Sunday school attempting to glean what I can from Ryle.