Ok so by now you’ve realized I am literally posting answers to weekly assignments due for the current class de jour, Romans. It is an intense 7-week class, rifled with readings and cross-references and Scripture verses and Paul and themes and…yowzers. Brain-wracking stuff. But I like non-stop, I crave and devour learning new things, and I am honestly trying to understand what God expects of us so I no longer make the dumb ass mistakes I’ve made for oh, roughly 42 years, 1 month, and 16 days.
Below is my submission to the last part of question 2 of 3, all due Thursday by 11:59pm. This one made me cringe. Mostly, because it’s questioning “the law” and I (zip it, those of you who will suddenly let out a “Nah…Really?“) immediately realized that I HATE TO BE TOLD WHAT TO DO. When I respect you, when I’ve known you for a while, when we are officially friends – I will welcome your kind advice with open arms instead of an iron clad fist. But lead with telling me what to do and it’s all over. Once, in the midst of my dating debacles, I remember receiving a text which read, “Such and such and address, 7:30, dress to impress!” It took me all of half a nanosecond to realize he was an idiot and I am a (sometimes) bitch who has had her fill of idiots. So, I text Chels:
Can you believe this? I am seriously vacillating between showing up in sweats or showing up in a leather dress and 5″ heels. What do you think?
What the f*k does vacillating mean?
And there you have it. Our covenant relationship.