Blackout

On one particular Tuesday I was flipping through journals.

Scanning through ATLA for the next significant article, I was doing what I do best. Reading.
Actually if you talk to some of my friends, they might tell you I do not read that well, but I like to read despite my lack of skill. Something about reading a person's words inspires me. Maybe this explains why I repeatably read blogs of theologians that I will never touch the hems of their garments.

I noticed a flicker. Maybe this was just a dream. I had a significant lack of sleep and it was late in the afternoon. I had been with the dull white-washed walls of the research center for hours. Maybe too many hours. So I continued to slowly digest an article in the Theological Dictionary of the Old Testament on herem. My life is boring. This I know.

Next the flicker of the lights occurs again. The lights go out.


Conclusion:

Sometimes God simple wants me to stop reading; and get out of the library.