Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:40 a.m.
As I’m sure you can see, I’m working hard to better serve You. I want to be a good student; I want to develop the brains You were so gracious to give me to their fullest ability. But I’m having a problem:
I enjoy my critical theory class. Having to look at the same text from Marxist, Feminist, Foucauldian, and other perspectives makes me feel like my mind is doing gymnastics. But now Dr. Anderson wants us to critique passages from the Bible. He’s a nice man with good intentions, but I don’t think he realizes how blasphemous his assignment is. Who am I to judge Your Word?
I was afraid something like this would happen when I came to college. I was all set on theological studies at Wheaton—my parents were thrilled—until You guided me to Northwestern instead. Now I’m not sure what to do. Should I complete my assignment to keep up my grades? Or should I defend my faith and fail?
Lord, I know that You have set this challenge before me for a reason. As always, I put myself in Your hands. I am Your dutiful servant. I pray that You guide me to the correct decision.
Oh, also, there’s this girl. Amanda. I know I shouldn’t pray for such trivial things, but if You could help her to look my way, I’d be eternally grateful. I mean, more than I already am. Thanks.
I dunno. This guy just looked very religious. I can't explain it.
Writing group went well last night. Tonight: dinner with Meg, and possibly Doctor Who with Gena? We shall see...