..the 300s #001..

Two days of sweet relief have come to me here in Jerusalem. As the sun has remained at least partially hidden behind God’s merciful clouds, I have basked, blue-jean clad, in the temperate atmosphere of my bedroom. My friends have, in honest jest, dubbed it my sanctuary. One of them, the boy, even asks for permission to cross the threshold. Permission is usually granted, unless my door is shut. Today the weather has been cool enough that the door has remained shut for most of the day, as it is now. I’ve been in this space listening to dialogues in Koine Greek and, as is my custom, Matthew Perryman Jones. I also made a successful attempt at limiting myself to reading only a few articles on Michael Jackson. In lands which have four seasons, summer is my least favorite. In lands that have two season, summer is my least favorite. The heat tends to have a paralyzing effect on me and I turn into a slug.   Yes, I turn into a 5 foot 3 inch, slow-moving, human-shaped piece of goo with no desire to do anything. It is very, VERY attractive. For two days now the window to the past (i.e. early May) has been opened, and I have enjoyed the brief respite and the first full night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks. It is certainly not my intent to sound like a crotchety old woman before my time (which I hope is never), but the weather affects my mood more than any other thing. Summer makes me moody, and I don’t like me when I’m moody. I always want my mood to be partly cloudy, 67 degrees Fahrenheit  and wearing a hoodie. But, alas, the Kingdom of God has not yet come in its fullness.