So I have been wandering in the desert of Moodle. I see signposts that might direct me. As I approach them, the images fade and I think it may have been a mirage because I’m left grasping in the air and not touching anything of substance.
Echoes of “Are You Running with Me, Jesus?” rattle around in my brain. That is a reference to a book by a Catholic priest or maybe a former priest who had taken up running which was becoming a popular thing to do in the ‘60’s. So that phrase was leftover from the sixties in my brain, which was expanded then in other deserts, some of them academia. Hey, I’m just glad I still have a brain.
Jesus, jeezus! Am I running with you? That does seem the more appropriate question. Kind of like Lincoln’s response when told “God is on our side”; Abe said “Let us hope we are on God’s side.”
And so we do… Hope, that is… that God is… on our side… or inside us.
Dear Lord, I pray that I may be granted sufficient serenity to set aside my impulse to rage, to get over my wandering thoughts and to focus… to focus on the task at hand, even when there are multiple tasks and my hands don’t work so well any more. That reminds Lord, why do entering students at Columbia have to take a writing assessment test and to hand write something regarding, I believe, an interpretation of scripture? Did we not write pages on the application and for the first 1.2 courses taken or in process? Forgive me, Lord God Almighty, for asking so many “why’s” when my burden is really light and when I look around and pay attention, most everything I need is here. I pray for patience and for discernment. Give me this day my daily bread - physical and spiritual nourishment. I find that I only need them EVERY DAY. For patience, I pray that I may be an instrument of Your peace, that passes my meager understanding… In Jesus name, Amen.