1. Wheaton Theological Conference sessions on-line. I’ll be listening to Hays, Vanhoozer, and the bishop himself.
3. Thanks to Ko Tjeli, tomorrow I’ll be attending the Fourth Global Anglican South to South Encounter opening service! I’m an Anglo-Presbyterian now! (or a Presby-Anglican, whatever)
4. Exam is here. As the call for worship usually goes, our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth (Psa 124.8).
6. The latest academic catalogue from Eerdmans. Lots of interesting books.
By the way, speaking of books and reading, I think there is a mystery with a Story. When you read a Story, it did not merely tell you about the plot, but it also invites you into the Story itself. That’s why reading a fiction is profoundly different from, say, a textbook. A good narrative does not only explain; it invites you to take part in it. It has its own life, or at least a potential for it. Currently I’m reading Gilead, and this passage immediately strucked me when I read it:
“But I’ve developed a great reputation for wisdom by ordering more books than I ever had time to read, and reading more books, by far, than I learned anything useful from, except, of course, that some very tedious gentlemen have written books.” (Marilynne Robinson, Gilead, p. 39)