An Update and a Series of Strange Noises
Hi Friends–
What a week it has been. I’m so exhausted that everything seems like a blur–and I still have to go make a Remember presentation tonight and study until my eyelids stage a coup…and then, once I sleep them into submission, study all day tomorrow. And that doesn’t say anything about the to-do list that is the length of my arm, still staring at me with foreboding from my desk.
I’m accustomed to asking for your prayers on behalf of the persecuted church, but tonight it has hit me just how much I need them. Never has that need been more clear than right now. So please don’t stop praying for our persecuted brothers and sisters, but I would sincerely ask that you include me in your intercessions.
It is at this stage, the bottom of a mental rut the size of the Marianas Trench, that I have the distinct displeasure of stepping back and listening to the sounds my brain is making. Last night it went like this: “aldoxkxokemviebveiehgdfevklv” and so forth. Well, I couldn’t swear that was it exactly, but it’s a pretty good phonetic reproduction.
This morning, knowing I had to write a huge brief among other sort of monumental tasks, I was hoping to make slightly more articulate sounds. That didn’t work until I had my coffee, but to my great chagrin after the coffee the result was worse. The sound my brain was making can be likened to the third-worst poetry in the universe. Though I could only reiterate the first line this morning, I give you the whole thing here:
Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the goblerwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t.
And now, a day into that general theory of life, the universe, and everything, I understand completely the reaction duly noted in Douglas Adam’s history of the galaxy.
And into the space-time vortex that calls me off to my next engagement, I give you the sound my brain is making now:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
By way of a slightly more meaningful update, and because I would ask for your prayers for it, our meeting with the Assistant Secretary of State is scheduled for April 4. I’ll be giving you further updates as that time draws nearer…