Stephen King might not be a theologian, nor a historian or philosopher either, but he’s a jolly good story teller. “The Drawing of the Three” [2. Book in the sequel “The dark tower] is fascinating. I haven’t had the guts to see one of his films yet, but reading these novels are spell-binding. Matzi read them before and I don’t know how good/bad that is, but I sure think, King knows how to tell a story and I know there’s enough for even a long holiday down the long and winding road all the way to the Cape of Good Hope.
Today saw two more reports [PPP] finished. Seeing the diocesan synod will have the two written reports well ahead of time, I guess a few pictures will add some spice. Got some on the Seminary and its decade in Tshwane [SDG!], but also some on the LCSA and especially on the North-West Diocese. Thanks to the hard-drive Markus Nietzke gave to me the last time I visited him in Bleckmar, I have quite a range of pictures to choose from. Looking at Roodepoort over the last 100 years is quite a trip down memory lane. Hope we can be realistic enough to take up the gracious offer of Ernst Henning and not try to keep this burdensome property for sentimental reasons only! Saturday we’ll know better. Thankfully Henning has updated us on the true state of affairs in Roodepoort and it seems that thieves are carrying off, what the elements have not yet destroyed. The pictures are too bad – so let’s leave it with the good old memories of better days long gone.
Writing this and that at my desk is a soothing process. Today I started preparing the classes on African Church History for the next Semester, which God willing is going to be followed up by focussing on the South African part of this past. That should be interesting, just as the classes on “Church & Ministry” plus “Apology” plus “Luther’s Catechisms”.
Something that rattled me somewhat, was that our best student amongst the beginners has left – taken by her sponsors to do something they prefer. That happened without my knowledge and without any forewarning, which lets me suppose some sinister intent or at least some malicious conciousness, which doesn’t want to address the real options at hand. Reminds me a bit of slavery. Well, if I have any say in this, I will play my part as Huckleberry Fynn and try to let the slave run free. Let’s see, how this will go forward.
Tonight we ate a traditional Weber meal: “Spinach, potatoes and fried eggs”. The children are out and catching up with their friends. Angelika is finally on holiday and I am looking forward to a break myself, once the synods and services are over. Let’s see!
Tomorrow we still have some meetings ahead of us – purchasing property is always an opportunity, interviewing possible colleagues and co-workers too. Books need to be packed, speeches copied and bound, projectors and screens stowed into the car. Hopefully it will rain too – even if its not as dry as in Israel, the parched earth needs some relief. God knows best and he will surely do exactly that!
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