October 11 - Write, Read, Write, Read, London ...
For the last three weeks I have had my head buried in books and my fingers gliding over keyboards. The anthrology class went well, however, I was hoping for more dicussion of American culture. The reading provided much more on that.
And, yes, yes, I know ... Auburn lost ... and lost to the hairy be-tusked swine of Ar-Kansas. I'd still rather go 0-12 every year and never win in the SEC again than to dress up in red and white polyester (and call it fashion) or worship dead Bears (and call it football). There's always next year!
Right now I'm gearing up to preach for Dr. Ellsworth Kalas again on October 23. I've a paper due in Theology of Ministry class due on November 15. Advanced Leadership Class is set to begin on November 13. The final paper in there is due December 1. So it's read, write, read, write. Write some more. Reflect more. I like it. I'm learning.
We all got together and had a late Sunday afternoon of model rocket launching. Travis Must and his son John David launched their first pair of rockets as father and son. I launched three rockets: Rhett's Rocket (named after my famous nephew), the Rudy Rocket (named for my illustrious father-in-law), and the Cobra-1500-A (a rebuild of a rocket that my father and I fits with back in 1979). All flew flawlessly, reaching high altitude, parachutes deployed. Nearly 15 of the Beeson children were there and ooh-ed and ahh-ed over the rockets. Beyond the sulpher fumes and running a quarter mile to pick up rockets, there was light and wonder in their eyes. I hope that I haven't started something.
We're off for London tomorrow. The main purpose of our journey is to see chruches that flouish in urban European environments. Much of it, we are assured is transferable to the United States. We will go up to Oxford ... one could never go DOWN to Oxford ... it's just not cricket.
We will see a play "Wicked" ... aparently a great morality play of how the wicked witch of the west became so wicked. Doubtless she was brought to the dark side by a be-horn-ed Sith Lord with a double-bladed lightsaber ... wait. That's Star Wars. Who cares? It's another storyline that declares that a villan is not responsible for their actions. It's some Calvinist destiny thing. As you can tell, I'm not high on anything Calvinist or from Ar-kansas ... and is there really a difference?
Anyway, London ... I shall take many pictures and post them accordingly. I'm looking forward to this trip ... have been for nearly two years now. We're packing very, very light so that we don't have to check any bags in. Our leader is Dr. Tory Bauccum, one time candidate for Bishop in the Episcopal Church. However, now he has affiliated with the Anglican Church in America (yes, there's apparently a difference) since the Episcopal Church has chosen to submit to the whims of 90210-culture and turn to the dark side. But, of course, I suppose that's not their fault either.
Cheerio,
Trav Wilson
And, yes, yes, I know ... Auburn lost ... and lost to the hairy be-tusked swine of Ar-Kansas. I'd still rather go 0-12 every year and never win in the SEC again than to dress up in red and white polyester (and call it fashion) or worship dead Bears (and call it football). There's always next year!
Right now I'm gearing up to preach for Dr. Ellsworth Kalas again on October 23. I've a paper due in Theology of Ministry class due on November 15. Advanced Leadership Class is set to begin on November 13. The final paper in there is due December 1. So it's read, write, read, write. Write some more. Reflect more. I like it. I'm learning.
We all got together and had a late Sunday afternoon of model rocket launching. Travis Must and his son John David launched their first pair of rockets as father and son. I launched three rockets: Rhett's Rocket (named after my famous nephew), the Rudy Rocket (named for my illustrious father-in-law), and the Cobra-1500-A (a rebuild of a rocket that my father and I fits with back in 1979). All flew flawlessly, reaching high altitude, parachutes deployed. Nearly 15 of the Beeson children were there and ooh-ed and ahh-ed over the rockets. Beyond the sulpher fumes and running a quarter mile to pick up rockets, there was light and wonder in their eyes. I hope that I haven't started something.
We're off for London tomorrow. The main purpose of our journey is to see chruches that flouish in urban European environments. Much of it, we are assured is transferable to the United States. We will go up to Oxford ... one could never go DOWN to Oxford ... it's just not cricket.
We will see a play "Wicked" ... aparently a great morality play of how the wicked witch of the west became so wicked. Doubtless she was brought to the dark side by a be-horn-ed Sith Lord with a double-bladed lightsaber ... wait. That's Star Wars. Who cares? It's another storyline that declares that a villan is not responsible for their actions. It's some Calvinist destiny thing. As you can tell, I'm not high on anything Calvinist or from Ar-kansas ... and is there really a difference?
Anyway, London ... I shall take many pictures and post them accordingly. I'm looking forward to this trip ... have been for nearly two years now. We're packing very, very light so that we don't have to check any bags in. Our leader is Dr. Tory Bauccum, one time candidate for Bishop in the Episcopal Church. However, now he has affiliated with the Anglican Church in America (yes, there's apparently a difference) since the Episcopal Church has chosen to submit to the whims of 90210-culture and turn to the dark side. But, of course, I suppose that's not their fault either.
Cheerio,
Trav Wilson
posted by Trav Wilson at 8:37 PM
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