Ruminations of Archaeologists
My left eyes was wounded on TV antenna last night. Laura has been a wonderful wife. I have been better for a long time. I thank God for all he has given us. He is to be glorified. I am glad to be alive. I need to write soon to David. Probably tomorrow will be alright for that as my eyes rests. Maybe I can send a diskette letter. I could send him many of my quotations.
I am glad to be in a position of grace with our heavenly father and I want the same for my friend Guang Wu. But I need to remember how delicate is my own walk with the Lord, how fragile my own grace walk is. So easy it seems to tumble into depravity. That is why we eagerly await heaven with Him. The good Lord who made the world and everything in it in his wisdom and mercy provided lasting homes for us. I am glad that I live with the Holy Spirit of the renewing and liberating God who made it all. And Jesus is Lord for ever more. For all ages he is king of all, Lord of all. The vast darkness and the yeasty sea cannot swallow the truth of the living and ever loving God. His nature is eternal. And he wants us with him forever. For this purpose we were created. And we go through life in order to better understand it all. The reason for being, why we are here.
I’m not sure how much room there is in a WP 5.1 comment. This form, this mode will seem like a joke to future people.
It is all for the ruminations of archaeologists. For them to enjoy and for them to uncover. For them to decipher.
And what will become of the English language. What has become of it already? I don’t know. To what societies should I belong? To what societies do I want to, does God want me to belong? There are so many. Computer societies, the English society. The English Language. I am interested in description. I want to avoid Cotsell for a long time. I don’t like his ways. Mark Cronin is still around, very friendly. He seems to be getting stronger all the time, and continuously social. He had a phone call made to take the printer I just started work on. That was kind in a big way because he didn’t want to take it from me, so he had the dirty work done by the person who wanted it done. The day is getting light now. It is quarter to six in the morning. I feel set back by yesterday’s advisement. My application for teaching looks stable. I must be limited in comment by keystrokes.