Remember my new and valiant resolution to keep God at the front of my mind for as much as possible every day?
That resolution died a violent and painful death at roughly 9:38 Wednesday morning.
I didn’t mean for it to happen. I started off well. Morning prayer walk: check. Brief meditation on some verses: check. A recognition and remembrance of God as I sat down to grade badly-written research papers: check.
But badly-written research papers are, apparently, the bane of the searching soul, and an hour in I had stopped thinking of God entirely. My meditations consisted entirely of irritated asides, mental sighs, jaunts to what were they thinking?-ville, and dull repetitions of the same instructions about comma splices, misspellings, and typos that I have given for years.
I meant to think of God when I stopped grading, but then I had to get dressed and get to…
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