Saw this on the road today:
The scripture there, a bit blurry in the picture, is Romans 10:9, “That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”
Do you ever wonder why people share the scripture they share? There’s the precise message, of course, some are motivated by the very specific point. But others, you just think If you have the chance to share one, what would it be? There’s that entire book of them, after all.
Mine is Philippians 2: 1-4.
Therefore if there is any encouragement in Christ, if there is any consolation of love, if there is any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion, make my joy complete by being of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose. Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.
That’s a lot to live up to, but worthy of aspiration.
Anyway, all down the side the truck had this great pastoral church setting. The truck was owned by a small company from Georgia. On the hood, where you’d normally find the truck’s ornament, was a giant rounded cross.
It is a two lane highway, so I didn’t get the chance to see what was on the other side of the trailer. We can only wonder.
Finished the biggest part of that paper I mentioned earlier this week. Tonight, as I was dabbling in the last section of it, my entire Macbook froze on the F3 exposé. Also Chrome shut down separately from all of that. Chrome — We were good, once, for about six weeks! — at least has the restore tabs function. Otherwise I’d have become convinced that the electromagnetic field around me had gotten off kilter today and that this paper was destined to never be finished.
Earlier in this project we encountered a few server query problems that kept locking up as we tried to gather data. Earlier this week I managed to spill a full glass of tea all over the notes about my data. Taken altogether this has been comical, though it didn’t feel like it at the time.
But I passed my section on late this evening to The Yankee, who’s coordinating this project into a an impressive bit of brilliance. I wedged 23 citations into 11 pages with 2,500 words, most of them I wrote three and four times. Some of them good, even. Some could stand for some extra polish.
Tomorrow: two percent more typos, 12 percent more photographs, three percent funnier! Just a prediction.