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a few words on nothingness

There is much to be said, and few words that meet the challenge.
Not really. I don't have much to say about the last week. I spent a few days in Philly and got to see my buddies at Westminster and New Life. It was wonderful. The 11 hour class on Saturday was good, long but good. Dan McCartney is one of the dearest professors ever. He is this older Southern kind of man. The kind I would love to have as a grandpa. A sweet man who really loves the Word of God and whose dry humor and endearing humilty make the 11 hour class more easy to digest.
Besides that, I'm just preparing for leading the Jews for Jesus bible study. I'll be teaching on Mark 3:20-4:12 over the next few weeks. If anyone has any insight on these passages that they want to share, I'd greatly appreciate the help.
I'm almost done with my thesis which is really exciting. I have a few more pages and then a wrap up at the end. I met with the Writing Center advisor at Westminster and was encouraged by her comments. I'm almost done. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And at the end of the tunnel is real "grown up" life. No rush to get there.
I have a few posts on the way. Some thoughts that I have been working through but I want to have a little more progress before I write them for the public.

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