A good prayer for a rainy Sunday:
“I am no longer my own, but Thine. Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom Thou wilt; put me to doing, put me to suffering; let me be employed for Thee or laid aside for Thee, exalted for Thee or brought low for Thee; let me be full; let me be empty; let me have all things; let me have nothing; I freely and heartily yield all things to Thy pleasure and disposal.”
Ben Witherington III
Also, as I write this, it is Saturday night and I’m in the library finishing a four-hour affair with my Hebrew flashcards. There is a guy walking around in obnoxiously loud flip-flops and has been flip-flopping all around here the entire night. I really want to ask him what he’s doing walking around a library for several hours on end and if he has any idea what its like trying to memorize ancient prepositions to the tune of flip-flop-flip-flop-flip-flop…but tomorrow is Sabbath, so I won’t.
Happy Sabbath, flip-flopper.