Here in Mequon, WI, many have undertaken yet another year of Biblical Languages. I am one of the many to return to Greek and begin Hebrew. It is hard to ignore the many and various people(s) who have learned these languages generations and centuries before. It is safe to say, however, that I feel excited and quite calm about the present semester. As much of a shock as this might come to a few people (T-Leaf, to name a name) I have begun with some advantageous study habits, and I have become like-minded with other (insert T-Leaf, again) on the matter of Hebrew. While we have not begun and hard material as of yet, I still feel confident that many have overemphasized the "difficulty" of Hebrew. C'mon! It is not that hard...
Sure that is an overwhelming picture of Genesis 1, however, if I can read Hebrew after only two weeks of classes, than I am certain my fellow classmates can accomplish a favorable amount of learning. After receiving a perfect score on the vowel points quiz, I feel as if the world is at my feet. Sure, it might have been the massive amount of studying I have been accomplishing lately, but I like to think the Hebrew language is not all that bad. Plus, our textbook is immensely easier to read than Voeltz's Greek textbook (T, I hear his Hermeneutics book is insane).
With that said, it was rather cool today and I felt that a new season needed to begin. It is no longer summer in Wisconsin, that was gone with August. Since Autumn/Winter has already arrived with a 55 degree welcome, my favorite season begins. Autumn? NO. The 9 month Wisconsin winter? NO. Maybe a visual will help to discover my favorite season of all...
If you have not guessed it even by now, my favorite season is sweater season! When paired with a great tie, a sweater can provide a nice feeling. There are very few things throughout my day and week that can beat the wearing of nicely fitted shirt, a wonderfully tied tie and a lovely sweater.As nice as this sounds, the reality of academic fulfillment can only take a person a short distance. A sad feeling enters my mind every time I patron places such as the Roastery, when I drive past a certain apartment complex and when I drink my morning cup of coffee/tea in the BBC. Who goes to Seminary anyways?!
