I haven't written in here in awhile, but at least this time it's because I have been working on my term papers. I don't think I've ever worked harder academically, and I'm very content with the work so far. Something about trying that much, and doing good work has brought my closer to the Holy Spirit. I feel like I am doing what I should be doing, though you might not notice since my room looks like a mess and I'm barely getting enough sleep. I look wretched, but in a good way.

I'm actually writing this post as a reminder for a project I'd like to work on. At some point I'd like to do a poem or translation of Luke. It's kind of an intimidating project, because that Gospel is apparently the most complete Christology. So it would be pretty awful to foul something up, if I got a too loose. But I think if I frame it as a poem, it will be...nicer. I thought of the idea while researching the death penalty for my Aquinas class. I was just struck by the passage (taken from the New American Standard translation):

Luke 23:35-41

35And the people stood by, looking on. And even the rulers were sneering at Him, saying, "He saved others; let Him save Himself if this is the Christ of God, His Chosen One."

36The soldiers also mocked Him, coming up to Him, offering Him sour wine,

37and saying, "If You are the King of the Jews, save Yourself!"

38Now there was also an inscription above Him, "THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS."

39One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, "Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!"

40But the other answered, and rebuking him said, "Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation?

41"And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong."

42And he was saying, "Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!"

43And He said to him, "Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise."

44It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness fell over the whole land until the ninth hour,

45because the sun was obscured; and the veil of the temple was torn in two.

46And Jesus, crying out with a loud voice, said, "Father, INTO YOUR HANDS I COMMIT MY SPIRIT." Having said this, He breathed His last.