as i sit at my kitchen table and dissect the meanings and applications of two undisclosed terms (it’s top secret until the exam is over per the demand of my prof) in hermeneutics, i reminded myself of how i grossly over romanticized this picture.


the reality of studying all day on a saturday and accepting that this studying will bleed into sunday and monday and tuesday, etc. is way less romantic the visual i had in my head. you know, like the movie montage when the actor studies like mad and the videographer makes the act of studying actually look super enjoyable? yeah, i totally thought that’s how i would feel in seminary-hah! okay, sometimes i do, but definitely not right now. right now it’s just hard to get my head around some of this stuff enough to know how to apply it. and unfortunately my final exam, in less than two weeks, is all about applying this stuff… gonna be interesting.

i’ve realized through this process though, i romanticize a lot of stuff in this life before i have to actually take the plunge. for example, making the decision to run a marathon. while training i always wondered, “why the heck am i doing this?” but then i’d run the race and it was worth it. then i’d sign-up for another one and ask myself in the midst of training, “why did i sign up for this again?!?” and then i’d run the race, cross the finish line and remember why i signed up in the first place.

isn’t that life? the difference of course is we don’t always sign-up for the race we’re running, but the times we do we often grossly over romanticize the process (no matter how hard we try not to), and we find when we are in the midst of training we’re asking ourselves, “why on earth did i sign up for this?” but we keep running, and know that when race day comes and we cross that finish line, it will all be worth it.

can’t wait to meet you at the finish Jesus :-)