Well I skipped a day, but I’m plugging on. I really hate writing. I have no idea what will come to mind in this session. I was thinking while running yesterday about a question someone had about where the Bible says that a woman would forget the pain of childbirth when they had delivered a man into the world. It is in Scripture and I don’t know the exact wording, but I was thinking that it probably means something along these lines. Sure, no woman would forget the pain she endures during childbirth. But the joy of bringing life into the world is greater than the pain of childbirth. Don’t ask why I was thinking about this, but it made me think of the verse in the Bible that talks about eternal and temporal things, and I think they are related. The Bible says we are to look on eternal things and not on things here on the earth, for earthly things are temporal and will not last, but heavenly things are eternal. The Word continues to say that our light affliction, which is for a moment, works out to an eternal weight of glory. Childbirth must be somehow related (I know, I’m a man, and have NO clue) to this idea. The pain, while it can be remembered, does end. But the life brought forth will never end. The life brought forth is so much more precious (and glorious) than the pain endured in childbirth. Really, they seem to me to be incomparable. Two definitely related things that really can’t be compared.
So anyway, that was some of what I was thinking about while running 6 miles at the farm yesterday. It really was not too bad running in the heat, because the farm (Chelburg farm) is mostly shaded. But it was still warm. Of course, the reason I was running later in the heat is because of this rule I gave myself about writing two pages of dissertation/prospectus before anything else each day. I wish I could write two pages quickly and be done with it by, what should I say, 6:00 a.m. Then I could run when it is cooler. Of course, by tying the writing to the running, it does sort of give some incentive to get going and get it done.
When is the timer going to go off. I hate writing. This is probably nonsense. Finally, it went off.
You Think Too Much! 