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Science and Religion

A few posts ago, I wrote about science and faith, and how they are not incompatible. I stand by that statement. Yesterday, a writer friend I know only through on-line contacts posted this meme, which came from The Other 98%.

Why would anyone think that science doesn’t belong in religion?

Let’s set aside for the moment the wall of separation between church and state. Let’s also set aside the implication that those of the church should have no part in things of the state. Those are subjects for different posts.

The part of this picture that I don’t agree with is “Science belongs here” with the arrow pointing at “State”.  This implies that science doesn’t belong in religion. Or, perhaps, that science is incompatible with religion because religion relies on faith, not scientific evidence and method.

To which I respond with a big, fat, “So?”

As stated in my last post, faith is belief in something for which there is no evidence. I can’t prove there is a God, who created the universe, of which mankind is a small part. But neither can the atheist prove there is not a God. Both rely on faith concerning God’s existence or non-existence.

But why would anyone say science doesn’t belong in the church, in religion? Do such people really think that Christians (or, as some people say in a non-sectarian way, religionists) should not study science, should not believe in science, should not rely on science. Or are they saying that if you are in the church (since the meme frames the argument in a church context, though it does in fact show a synagogue and a mosque though only mentioning “church”), you cannot possibly believe in science? What dreck. What utter garbage.

Of course, perhaps this meme is saying that the state is built upon science, or that science maintains the state.  That also seems like a strange conclusion.

It’s true that at various times in the past the church (i.e. the Roman Catholic church, perhaps others) strongly resisted advances in science and misunderstood how science and faith interacted and could exist very well together. Nowadays, I don’t think that is still true in the main. Those mistakes have, for the most part, been eradicated from the church. At least, it has from the part of the Church Universal that I belong to. I don’t try to keep up with all the branches of the Church Universal.

To paraphrase what I said in that last post, science is experimenting, observing, concluding, and reporting, bit by bit, and so expanding man’s knowledge about the universe. It is involved in what you can prove. Okay, some things that science tells us are theories, based on reasonable assumptions but still lacking some final piece of proof.

Faith takes over for things that don’t need to be proved. What a truncated existence it is for those who have no faith in anything or claims to need evidence for anything and everything.

I hope all Christians study science and so show the foolishness of this meme. Much of my career as a civil engineer was based on science and mathematics. The Other 98% seem to be saying that I can’t be a Christian. Sorry, folks, you’re wrong.

I find my faith to be enhanced by science. My practice as a Christian is so much more meaningful to me because I believe in science.

The wedge between Christians and science is not being driven by Christians, but by memes like this.

Worn Out

Nothing seems to wear me out more than talking on the telephone. Long calls, such as a couple of hours or more, require twice that amount of time to recover.

That’s what happened yesterday. I got to the late afternoon completely exhausted. It wasn’t all the call’s fault. And, actually, it was a Zoom conference, but that’s the same thing as a phone call. I spent the morning working on the publication files for There’s No Such Thing As Time Travel. I managed to get about 2/3 of the way through it on this latest pass, looking for formatting inconsistencies, typos, missing quote marks, etc.

I pulled off the formatting to work in the yard. That was about 10:30 a.m. or so. Fortunately, I didn’t have any stock trading tasks to do yesterday. I worked pretty hard, mainly weed-eating at the front of our unbuilt lot, going around known blackberry plants and looking for new ones coming up. I worked on that until I figured the battery needed charging. I moved a few downed limbs, then raked some of the cuttings and put them on the compost pile. I didn’t even come close to finishing that. I also spent a little time working on a sitting-in-the-woods location to make it a spot where I could go out with a book, in the shade, drink coffee, and rest my body while working my mind.

I was almost done with outside work. I decided to tackle—that is, begin to tackle—a small woodworking project I’ve wanted to do for a couple of years. I figured out what I wanted to do, found the odd pieces of wood in the garage, and did some measuring and cutting. Possibly tomorrow I’ll work on it again. When that was done, I came into the house and checked the time. Almost 12:00 noon, so close to an hour and a half of this work.

I went to the hot sunroom for reading, a window fan making it tolerable. It was just a little over 90° there. I managed to get a few pages read in Boswell’s Life of Samuel Johnson, but not near enough to justify the time spent.

After a lunchmeat and cheese sandwich lunch, I headed back to The Dungeon for the Zoom conference. I won’t go into the work we were doing, just that it was a one-on-one conference related to our church’s Centennial celebration coming up in July. It was tedious, finding the correct places on Google Drive to put some files, creating new folders. I grew weary of it and, after 2 1/2 hours, told our committee chair I needed to leave. I had hit a wall and was unable to accomplish anything more. We had at least another hour of work, and by this time I was scrolling through folders and just seeing words or pictures racing by. I couldn’t find anything.

I went upstairs and, for an hour and a half, did nothing except sit in my reading chair, check a little on e-mail and Facebook, and nap. It was after 6:00 p.m. before I got up and started putting supper together. Fortunately, it was leftovers and pre-prepared salad.

By the time 8 p.m. rolled around, I was able to go back to the Google Drives and pick up where we had left off. Over the next hour I got a lot more done. It’s not finished, but it’s in better shape. I should be able to finish it today.

Well, for now it’s back to the book and try to finish that formatting today. Publication is getting closer.

Science and Faith

Faith and science work together, to my mind it brings completion.

When we were recently in Lynda’s hometown, Meade Kansas, we went to a library surplus book sale. We don’t need another book in this house, but such a sale is an irresistible tractor beam, so we went. I picked up two used books for a quarter each. One was on the British romantic poets. The other was some correspondence of Bertrand Russell.

I knew nothing about Russell, other than the name and a vague idea he was an atheist, or an anti-Christian, but don’t know where I got that idea. I’ve read nothing he wrote, no biography of him, nothing. I suppose his name might have been in something I read, but if so, I don’t remember anything about him. But I knew he was an important man. I won’t go into a bio of “Lord” Russell in this post. Let’s just say I know more about him now than I did before, though not as much as I feel I ought to know. More research is needed. I’m only about 40 pages into the book.

In response to one letter to him dealing with his atheism, Russell replied (on 2 December 1964) with this statement.

I think that all religions consist at least in part of believing things for which there is no evidence and I think that in face of such beliefs loyalty to evidence should be substituted.

That got me thinking about religion and science. People are often categorized as being either of faith or of science. “He’s a man of faith,” is a statement frequently heard. Or, the converse, “He’s a man of science.” This latter statement is usually presented as science being exclusive of faith, while the former seems to be neutral on science, or so it seems to me. I guess my question is: Why can’t it be both?

Science is obvious, especially since the scientific method came into vogue. You observe, experiment, document, and conclude. The result is a snippet of information for which there is evidence. The moon is not made of green cheese. It’s made of rock. Barnacles don’t grow without parentage (i.e. via spontaneous generation) as once thought. They are spawned. Disease isn’t caused by evil spirits, but by germs.

We can’t see these germs with the naked eye, of course. It takes a microscope. I remember the fun in university science lab, where we looked at a wastewater sample under the microscope and a rotifer propelled itself across the part of the sample in view. Now that was exciting! While we haven’t seen the germs, we read that others have seen them, observed them, documented what they do, and conclude that germs are real. Faith isn’t required to believe in germs. Nor in atoms, nor the parts of the atom. Well, maybe a little faith that those who have done the experimentation/observation have accurately concluded and reported. But what with peer reviews, etc., not much faith.

Going out the other way, we now have powerful telescopes. They give us evidence of what stars are, how far away they are, the different types of stars, and a whole lot about them. They give us evidence of galaxies, clusters of galaxies, and the incredible distance from ours to others. Faith is not involved.

But where did it all come from? The most powerful space-based telescopes, seeing light from a long time ago, are starting to give us hints of the universe’s forming. But it really doesn’t tell us the why.

Science is constantly changing. I remember a college chemistry professor telling us what a professor of his had told him 25 years earlier. That prof had said, “Forty percent of what I teach you will eventually be proven untrue.” I think that prof was correct. As science advances, as more experiments are conducted and observations expanded, our knowledge changes. That’s not a negative. That’s a good thing.

But it does remind us that science, in general, is a moving target, constantly changing as knowledge increases.

On the other hand, there is faith, which for this post I’ll define as belief in something for which you don’t have evidence. Belief in God, in His sovereignty. That God created all that we can see and experience. How wonderful is faith! How wonderful it makes the world. How it expands on the enjoyment of all that is around us.

I suppose I get a bit irked when I see things such as “Evidences for God”. I don’t read them any more. I remember reading on-line the transcript of a debate between an atheist and a Christian. Both gave long opening arguments. Then they got into their main, prepared arguments. The Christian debater went to great lengths to prove mathematically that God existed. What? Who needs evidence? Who needs proof? I quit reading after a couple of paragraphs.

I prefer to believe in God by faith. I need no evidence other than that described by the apostle Paul in Romans 1.

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

But that’s still a matter of faith, not of science. I’m sticking to faith, which enhances science. Does science confirm faith? Doesn’t matter. Faith needs no confirmation.

I’m going on in this life by faith. Come along with me.

Taxes Done, Up For Air

Dateline Thursday, April 14, 2022

For the last three days, I have been working on our income taxes. No, it didn’t take me every waking hour during those days to complete them, but ours are somewhat complicated because of the two businesses we run (one my writing business). I completed them Tuesday, took Wednesday to proof them, make copies, sign, put s check in one, and mail them. Done for a year. I even created the folders and files for next year’s taxes.

Now, I need to get back to my writing, back to the two Bible studies. But it’s a beautiful day. Sunshine, not a lot of wind, heading to mid-60s for the high. I might get out and do some yardwork, or walk a little way. I have need to go to the post office and the bank. A year ago, I would have walked to them.  But lately I’ve had some heart pain, mainly when walking up-hill. Actually, not heart pain, but pain at the base of my neck, in the front. So I’ve curtailed most of my walking until I have a procedure next week. More on that in Monday’s blog.

I feel as if I’m on vacation today without that tax thing hanging over me. I caught up on correspondence, both e-mail and snail mail. I filed a few things. I think I’m going to take the day off from writing, and will spend most of the day tomorrow catching up.

See you all on Monday.

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

I had a different post planned for today, one that is mostly written, but have decided to change course. Yesterday, Sunday, was a typical day for us. Church in the morning, take-out for lunch, rest and writing in the afternoon, also a walk in the afternoon, leftovers for supper, a little bit of television, and reading, both aloud and silently.

As to writing, I did quite well on the Bible study I’m currently working on. It’s the same one I’m teaching to our adult Sunday school class. I managed to add over 1,650 words to it and organized the chapter I’m working on. I also found a couple of flaws in my Harmony of the Gospels for this passage of scripture, and was able to work that out and correct it. I still have to type the changes in the master file.

What made the day different is what happened on our walk. Both Lynda and I are not in as good a physical shape as we would like, so we are not walking very far. Plus, I’m limiting my exertions until I go through a heart procedure on April 19.  But we went a little farther today, 1.26 miles according to the app on my phone.

It was a bright, sunny day, with a strong breeze, quite pleasant to walk in. Few cars were on the road to bother us. We saw another walker or two out, but not close. On the return leg we saw a man walking his dog. Well, we thought it was a boy until we got right up to him. He pulled the dog off to the ditch when a car approached in one direction and we in the other. As we came up to him and he remained in the ditch with the dog, ostensibly to let us pass, I flipped the switch and decided to talk to him.

Yes, I had to flip a switch inside of me. To talk with a stranger on the street is something I don’t do by nature, other than a quick nod and “Hello” and keep going where I’m going. It doesn’t really get any easier to do more than that.

But yesterday I did, and said, “What a handsome dog. Is it a beagle?” He replied with thanks and said the dog was part beagle. The dog made friendly lunges at us, putting his paws up high. He was never really still enough to let us pet him. We had a pleasant conversation with the man, lasting maybe three minutes. He was the son of people who lived down one of the side roads, just visiting and walking their dog for them. We never did get his name nor give him ours. I should have asked him his parents’ names and which of they two houses down that side street was theirs but, alas, didn’t think of that.

On with our walk. As we turned to go up the street that our circle connects to, a gray, short-bed pick-up passed us, a Ford Maverick, with the temporary plate of a new vehicle. Both of us remarked how quiet it was and wondered if it was electric. It pulled into the drive of a house we would soon pass. A man got out of the truck (not the neighbor who lives there, so apparently a visitor) and, being still 30 feet away and approaching him, I called out, “Quiet truck. Is it electric?”

I’m sure many of you would say something to the effect, you dummy, of course a Ford Maverick is electric. But I don’t follow vehicle names and models, so I didn’t know, nor did Lynda. He said yes, a hybrid. He had ordered it in July 2020, I think it was, and it had just come. He got it for the 2020 price and was pleased with the bargain. We talked about the truck and its features, benefits, gas mileage, performance, strengths, and weaknesses. It was a pleasant conversation.

I didn’t get his name, nor did he ask us ours. The conversation was a win-win item. We got information and he got to show off his purchase and knowledge of it.

Just a quiet day in the neighborhood, trying to break out of my natural introvert cell. Maybe some day I’ll move to learning names of people and remembering them, but for now, that’s enough.

“Our Light and Momentary Troubles”

The second Bible verse (see here for my discussion of the three verses and here for the first verse) I try to say each morning has been with me a long time, probably twenty years. I’ve used it in my e-mail signature at least since 2005. I think I first took note of it in 1993-94, when coaching our church’s teen Bible quizzing team. It is 2nd Corinthians 4:17.

For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that outweighs them all.

I more or less remember the day I found this verse. It hit me hard. Whatever our troubles are on this earth—and they might be many—they are nothing in relationship to heaven. Persevering through earthly troubles will result in heavenly glory for us.

The load about to go to Salvation Army. Glad to have this go; sad to think this a small amount of what we need to get rid of. A light and momentary trouble.

At some point I began saying this every morning. That is, except when I got up and forgot, which happens occasionally. I know that the day will have troubles. That’s a sign that I’m living, interacting with people. Quoting it helps me to keep those troubles in perspective.

However, recently I realized I wasn’t getting the full benefit of this verse. Sure, seeing my troubles in an eternal perspective was important, and beneficial, but the verse says something more. Those troubles are supposed to be achieving for me an eternal glory that’s much greater than the troubles. But were they?

I had a couple of incidents of troubles this week, and they almost slipped by without my realizing the full benefit of them. On Monday, after many false starts and delays, I loaded up the van with remnants of the garage sale we had over a year ago to take them to a thrift store. We decided that this load would go to the Salvation Army donation center about 20 miles from our house. We have a closer thrift store where we normally take donations, but decided this time to help out the Salvation Army.

A couple of months ago I had called them and learned their donation hours were 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. I had the load ready around 1:30, thus figuring I was safe. But to be sure, I called the donation center. Alas, their phone was busy. Busy on the first call, the second call, the third call. For 15 minutes their line was busy. I should have just got in the van and made the trip. Finally, they answered the phone, and I learned that their closing time had changed to 2:30 p.m. It was about 10 minutes to 2 p.m., and I had 20 miles to drive.

What to do? Knowing I had a busy day planned for Tuesday, I quickly hopped in the van and left. The recently opened Bella Vista bypass allowed for quick travel, and I reached the mall they were in (I’d not been to S.A. since they moved to this declining mall). I drove around it and no Salvation Army. I called, knowing I hadn’t been able to reach them easily earlier. But they answered right away, told me where they were in relation to the mall building and said drive around back. Although, the woman answering said “go past the mall….” I asked her east-bound or west-bound, but she didn’t know her east from west. A follow-up question gave me what I needed.

I got to the back at 2:22 pm, and the door was closed, the sign in place saying they were closed for donations. I knocked and no one came. I pulled the door open and no one was in sight. I called out and no one answered. I was hot. I drove around to the front and went in, ready to give them a piece of my mind. They assured me they were open for donations, to drive around the back again, and they would meet me. I got back in the van, still hot, when my verse came to mind. I was reminded that this trouble was, in fact, light and momentary.

But was it achieving me an eternal glory that outweighed the trouble? Not the way I was going. I had to change my attitude. I realized the worst that could happen was I might have missed delivering to this store and would have to drive to the other. The cost would have been just 10 miles of extra driving—not an inconsiderable cost these days. I got around the back. Three workers met me and they made short work unloading my full van while we had pleasant conversation. It was 2:30 p.m.

The other trouble came on Tuesday. After breakfast, when I was going to start my writing day, I remembered I really needed to prepare the income tax form for our partnership. Partnership tax returns are due March 15. Oh, such a problem.

All the information needed to complete the partnership taxes was on spreadsheets. I opened these. One was the business records, the other was the tax computations. But, the two spreadsheets didn’t quite match. I had some manipulation to do before I could dump the business records into the tax spreadsheet. Is this making sense?

Alas, I had much trouble with it. I had two spreadsheets open, and two worksheets in one spreadsheet. I kept making changes to the wrong file, or the wrong tab in the file, and had to un-do a lot and start over. I couldn’t remember how I did it last year. Finally, in frustration I left The Dungeon, went upstairs and got another cup of coffee. I had wasted over an hour.

As I sipped coffee back in The Dungeon, I realized that this trouble was light and momentary. But, my frustration and anger wasn’t achieving for me an eternal glory that outweighed the trouble. That would only happen if I calmed down, figured out how to do this a step at a time. It meant I would have to give up completely my morning writing session, which would put me behind my week’s writing goal. “If that’s what it takes,” I decided. Two hours later, and the problem was solved. The tax spreadsheet had all the information from the business accounting spreadsheet. Filling out the actual tax forms would be a two-hour task on Wednesday, and the deadline would be met.

Light and momentary troubles. I’ve recognized that for close to 30 years. But I haven’t always achieved the eternal glory part. This week, I think I took a couple of steps in the right direction.

A Restful (?) Weekend

When last I posted, we were just past a delightful snow day on Friday. The snow was on Wednesday and Thursday. The final total at our house I figure was about 6-7 inches. Others in the area had up to 9 inches. I didn’t do extensive measurements.

Of course, after the snow is snow shoveling—if you want to go anywhere on the weekend. We had sunny days on Friday and Saturday. Enough sun to melt some snow but temperatures too cold to see that much snow disappear. So Saturday just before noon saw me outside, shoveling. There were maybe 5 inches on the drive by this time. I knew if I could just get it down to mostly bare pavement, radiant energy would dry it. Sure enough, that’s what happened. By the time sundown came I had the driveway shoveled, the van up at the top of the drive, and dry pavement—except for the refreezing that would happen to three or four little streams of snow-melt running down my nice, dry drive.

Saturday and Sunday were productive. Yes, even Sunday. It’s supposed to be a day of rest, right? And it was, sort of. On Saturday I made a list of things I thought I needed to do. Some were normal Saturday activities, such as my stock trading accounting, updating the checkbook and family budget. I didn’t mess with filing, but will have to do that shortly. Kitchen cleaning was one thing. Filling bird feeders was another. Slowly, the tasks got done, mostly on Saturday.

Sunday was typical. Lynda was well enough to go to church with me. We had missionaries in the service. I taught Life Group. We got Arby’s takeout for lunch. Hope and eat, then for me it was to the sunroom with my half-way read volume of Dylan Thomas’s Collected Letters. I’m trying to read ten pages a day, and doing fairly well with it. I tried to nap out there, but didn’t get much sleep time.

So I went to The Dungeon, where I worked on critiquing works for my critique group, the Scribblers & Scribes of Bella Vista. I did five pages in one and ten in another (neither of which was the complete submitted item) and shot them back by e-mail. It was good to get them out. I also sent out the next chapter in There’s No Such Thing As Time Travel.

My other main task was to complete the edits to the church Centennial book. I had a long Zoom conference with the two proofreaders, whose comments were almost entirely edits. They only found six or eight typos, and half of those I had caught in my own proofread. I thought that was pretty good. But they had lots of suggested changes. We went through them, and I’m afraid I wasn’t real accepting of a lot of the changes this late in the game. I needed edits in October.

However, I decided to go through them all, slowly, on Saturday and Sunday, considering each suggestion, and making some more changes. Last night, around 8 p.m. or so, I finished. All suggested edits considered and dealt with, all changes made to my master document, and the master document e-mailed to the two proofreaders. I have one more photo to put in, and I will do that today. No, maybe two photos.

To end the day yesterday, I read about 20 pages aloud to the wife in the book we’re reading, about a Christian convert from Timor. Then I had an hour or so of reading in Dylan Thomas and C.S. Lewis, both in their collected letters. Now, time to see what goes on today’s to-do list—after this blog post, of course.

Snow Day

Looking north, not on our street but the one our circle ties in to. Plowed, but having had almost no traffic on it. The road veers to the left in the distance while our road goes right, both steeply downhill.

Yesterday was a snow day. This large winter storm, called “Landon” by the Weather Channel, was strung-out across more than half the USA. The forecasters missed the start of the storm, but otherwise got it mostly right.  They even predicted that we would get a last band of snow last night, and it happened. It looks like another inch or two on top of the 6 we already had.

So, when you are retired and have hit your 70th birthday, what do you do on a snow day? For me, I can’t resist going out in it. Never mind that the temperature was 18 and a north wind was blowing the fine snow at a 45-degree angle. I bundled up and hiked up the road. Not far, just up to the stop sign and back.

As I left the house, I measured 5″ in two places on our property, and a 13″ drift near the garage. Our street wasn’t plowed. Tire tracks came to our mailbox and stopped. The mailman had obviously driven that far and, not having any mail down the road (one of two houses there is current vacant), just backed up the hill. He/she did a good job of staying within the downhill tracks as they backed uphill.

At the house up the road, my neighbor was out. Having just shoveled his driveway, he was standing there, in just a light jacket. We talked for a while, me at the top of the driveway and him just inside the open garage door. Then I continued my walk. I was surprised to find the next road plowed. It isn’t a main road, though it does connect to main roads at both ends. About an inch of snow had fallen since it was plowed, and only one set of tire tracks showed on the freshly fallen.

At the next road, it was the same. Plowed, more snow falling, and only a few tire tracks. No one was out, either on foot or in vehicles. My walk had been pleasant thus far. But when I turned to head home, the wind was in my face, driving the fine snow. It was biting, not all that pleasant. But, I had only gone .17 miles, so it was a short walk past five houses and lot and lots of woods on both sides. I reached home having not fallen and invigorated.

I then returned to my work for the day, a fresh mug of coffee in hand. I think that was my fourth. My work was reviewing edits to the church Centennial book suggested by the two proofreaders and uploaded to the document in Google Drive. They did more than just proofread it, however. They had a lot of suggestions for changes. We have a Zoom conference scheduled for this afternoon to discuss it, and I figured I should go through the comments before hand. So, in The Dungeon, Google Drive on one screen and the Word doc on the other, I went to work. By the time 3 p.m. came around, my brain was fried, despite having taken those breaks for the walk and for lunch.

On a snow day such as this, I would have then gone to the sunroom with my coffee and read and taken a nap. But yesterday, instead, I did that in my reading chair in the living room. I tackled my e-mail inbox, going through e-mails over 10 years old and deciding what to do with them. I made good progress and can see light at the end of that tunnel. Then I’ll get to tackle the sent box. Through the evening I went through another twenty pages of comments in the Centennial book.

Now it’s almost 8:30 a.m. on Friday. The sun is shining through The Dungeon windows. I have ten to fifteen pages of comments to go through. I have other writing to do, then the conference at 1:00 p.m. After that, hopefully, I’ll find myself in the sunroom, alternately reading and napping. It should be a pleasurable after-the-snow day.

Random Friday Thoughts

Dateline: Jan. 20, 2022

Between leftovers and some takeout, I had to fix only one meal. Grandpa’s Mythical Sandwich was a hit, as always.

Yes, the dateline shows that I’m writing these Friday thoughts on Thursday. At least I’m beginning these thoughts then.

Yesterday (Wednesday), we drove back from West Texas from having babysat our four grandchildren last weekend and staying a few extra days. We might have come home on Tuesday, but Lynda had a stomach bug, so we delayed a day. Actually, we had been uncertain of which day to come home on.

But yesterday morning before we left, our son-in-law was sick, went for a covid test, and was positive. So we have been exposed. As it turns out we hadn’t been all that close to him in the house, so maybe we will be okay. But, let the quarantine begin. I guess 5 days. Except, I have prescriptions to pick up at Wal-Mart and a few after-trip groceries I must get. I’ll do that this morning.  I’ll have to miss the monthly meeting of the Scribblers & Scribes, our critique group, Thursday night. I’ll send my piece to them by e-mail.

With The Forest Throne done and waiting on beta readers, and with the church Centennial book done and waiting on proof-readers, I’m about to spend time on my next writing project. As I said in my annual writing goals post earlier this month, it would be a Bible study. But which one? On Tuesday, I consolidated my various files from the Holy Week study I taught last Lenten season, on the Last Supper. Thursday morning, I found my hand-written teaching notes and will go through them over the next several days.  I have a feeling I will make this my next book rather than the study I did on 1 and 2 Timothy some years ago. But we shall see. I should know by early next week.

I’m in the process of contacting an artist about a cover for The Forest Throne. Hoping to make contact on Thursday. Also, the first beta reader of TFT is my granddaughter Elise, 8. She loved it. She also picked up on a number of subtle things I put in the book.

I’ve been brainstorming the concept of individualism, having posted on that before and wanting to do a follow-up or two, possibly even write and publish an essay on that. I have come to the conclusion that the opposite of individualism is collectivism. I even found a quote by Dr. M.L. King that agrees with that, but I can’t trace it back to the actual speech or document, so hate to use it. I don’t know that this essay will ever happen, or if it does it will be anything more than serialized blog posts.

The drive home from W. Texas was pleasant. I was worried about road conditions near the end, in our own county, as the forecast was for a wintry mix that afternoon. As I looked at radar that morning, frozen precip was showing over Oklahoma City, where we were making a brief stop to drop recyclables from our daughter’s accumulation. But after driving an hour and a half, and checking the predicted radar again, it showed the OKC precip abating by the time we would get there, and that what would fall toward the end of our trip would be minor at most. So on we drove. We stopped about 45 minutes from home and made a couple of phone calls, learned the roads were fine, and so we continued on home.

I’m in the midst of reading three different books (well, four if you include the one I read 3 or 4 pages of on my phone a day—no, five if you include the book I’m reading for Life Group teaching), two of which are books about writing. I took those two with me to Texas, and made good progress in them. One I should finish in three days or so; the other will likely take over two weeks. It’s interviews with 20 writers, and I’m just reading one interview a day.

That’s enough random thoughts. I hope to head to the sunroom later, with my handwritten notes, and get to work on the Bible study. See you all on Monday, when I hope to get back to something on my list of upcoming blog posts.

Uh Oh, It’s Monday

Many people around here have seen frost flowers, but I never had, until walking Rocky this morning.

Since I retired, Monday isn’t much different from other days. But Monday is my regular blogging day. Here it is 6:30 in the evening, and I suddenly remembered I hadn’t yet posted a Monday blog. So I quickly opened my computer and got to work.

But, I’ve forgotten what I was going to write on next. I need to do another post on The Forest Throne. I need to do a post on the short story I just published, but I don’t feel like it right now. My writing progress post will be for next week. I covered writing groups recently. So what to post?

It’s just a few days before Christmas. We will be here alone again, unless we can get together with my cousin Greg and his wife Bev. We got our Christmas cards done on Saturday and mailed today (except for one or two i realized I forgot). Right now we are dog-watching for our neighbors. Rocky is a good dog to do this with. He’s not overly demanding. Walking him I get more exercise, in smaller bursts, than normal.

Rocky is our house guest right now, and took me out of the house this morning so that I got to see the frost flowers.

Today I took him outside at 6:15 a,m,, it was still dark and I couldn’t see much on our short walk in 26 deg temperature. I took him out again around 9:15 a.m. The temperature was maybe up to 30 deg. On the way back to the house, in the frontage of a wooded lot, I saw a couple of frost flowers. These develop only in certain conditions of temperature and moisture. You have to be out and about at just the right time to see them. This morning was one of those times. If we hadn’t been watching Rocky, I never would have seen them.

Well, this isn’t much of a post, but it’s all I have at 6:30 p.m. on blogging day, but it’s what I have. I’ll try to be better prepared on Friday.