The book I’m going through right now isn’t that long, but my reading time is limited. Translation work keeps coming in. New innovations – documents pre-translated with AI, which I then proofread. AI is surprisingly good in some instances – awful in others. For instance, it will sometimes translate last names, creating inadvertent humor. Also, the latest stuff I’m doing is supposed to actually show up in subtitles, negating my oft-stated insistence that nothing I do ever appears on screen. I’m not unhappy about the development, but my explanations will have to be more complex now.

The weather has been wintry. Cold. Snowy when not cold, by and large. This is actually pretty much like those childhood winters we old folks like to talk about – the ones we aren’t supposed to get anymore.

My church is located within the city of Minneapolis, which means they have to enforce that city’s revived masking ordinance. Which makes me sad. But I still have faith this will all be over soon.

Somebody asked me to watch and comment on a YouTube lecture by a pagan, on why Christianity makes no sense. Debate gives me the heeby-jeebies, but his argument didn’t challenge me much. He wanted Christianity to be a clean logical proposition – provable and incontrovertible. Surely an omnipotent God knows how to make His message clear to all, right?

The God of Christianity knows how, but He chose not to. He made that choice the moment He decided not to make us automatons, but free beings. That made redemption not a syllogism, but a drama. The Word became flesh. Truth was embodied in blood and guts. Everything got messy. This is foolishness to the Greeks.

See you tomorrow. I likely won’t post Wednesday. I’ve got a funeral out of town that day. Not Covid but a very old relative, who passed in the fulness of time. That’s almost comforting these days.