You know how you have those days where you feel, well, brilliant. You see your diploma hanging on the wall. You’re able to answer tough questions, you feel intelligent, and that it is well worth people’s time to come and ask you for your advice.
Today was not that day for me. I suppose it’s good to have those days to keep you humble (although if one thinks they are humble I suspect they are not humble. And by one I mean me.)
We just watched the third installment of the PBS version of Sherlock Holmes. I confess to not understanding an outstanding amount of it, yet loving it at the same time. That rather screams stupidity, don’t you think? And then, in my new and wonderful book on Bonhoeffer, I can only take in about a chapter or two at a time, and the author, bless his heart, will make statements in another language, and then forget to translate them, or assume that any fool would be able to.
I also got asked a very interesting and important question by a friend, and I had no idea how to answer it properly. I asked Philip’s opinion, which he gave eloquently and intelligently. I then asked him to email me word for word what he just said, which brought laughter from him, and none from me, which just so happens to occur frequently.
To add insult to injury, Callie, still in her “What’s that?” phase, asked me what an animal in one of her books was. I could not for the life of me remember! To which she answered, “Daddy can fix it”. That is her standard answer for everything around here.
So I’m headed to bed, thoroughly disgusted with myself. I expect it to pass by morning, as I am especially claiming the promise in James tonight that if anyone should lack wisdom they should ask for it. Of course, knowing what I know of God, and knowing for certain that He has quite the sense of humor, I’m sure He’ll work the wisdom out in me in surprising, brilliant, humiliating, and awesome ways.
