It is evening on the day of rest. Evening, and a time to be savored.
Aidan is wearing his blue, footed pajamas. He is docile because he is exhausted. A pot of Sumatran decaf coffee is brewing, and an Asiago cheese bagel is browning in the toaster. Outside, a night-colored thunderstorm mutters in the distance. Minutes ago I opened a new book, Between Heaven and Hell, by Peter Kreeft:
Prologue
On November 22, 1963, three great men died within a few hours of each other: C.S. Lewis, John F. Kennedy and Aldous Huxely. All three believed, in different ways, that death was not the end of human life. Suppose they were right and suppose they met after death. How might the conversation go?
The Dialogue
Kennedy: Where the hell are we?
Lindsay and I are about to watch a murder mystery, sipping coffee and enjoying the contrast between the enclosed light of our loft and the glowering, drizzling skies outside. Ah, this is what I call a good night.
2 comments:
Ah, the forgotten luxury of reading a book you actuall choose rather than a dry textbook!
I've decided to keep this luxury from being forgotten by defiantly reading my own books during the semester. Of course, this is a dangerous game...
I'm happy to say that my textbooks are pretty good this go-around. Especially my Perspectives book for "Theology & Philosophy of Missions."
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