Book Days

Tuesday, June 28, 2011
In which the library is visited and the week continues in a predictable manner…

June was coming rapidly to a close.
The morning began with email banter between Carrie and Dad…

Carrie: “Just to settle once and for all that R.C. Sproul trumps Mac-whatever [John MacArthur, a favorite of Dad’s]… Sproul went to seminary with Mr. Rogers. Boom.”

The gauntlet had been thrown.

Dad: “So… that means he is qualified to teach pre-schoolers and not scholars?”

Ouch.

Carrie: “No, Dad. It means that Mr. Rogers teaches better theology to pre-schoolers than MacArthur preaches to adults.”

Burn.

Two hours at the library.
A lot of mold in the air.

Back at home for lunch, catechism was in progress, and Puck had more questions…
“God can’t make all the bread in the world like God can, can he?”
[Presumable reference to the feeding of the 5,000, wherein the first reference to ‘God’ was intended as the second figure of the God-head…]
And when he had finished drinking his water…
“I’m the king of the water, the king of all the waters in the world.”

During Puck’s Quiet Hour…
“Mama, when do we get to go up to Heaven with God?”

And on another side of the city, Mom had taken Francis and Linnea and some friends to the NOAA weather station, followed by picnic lunch, biking on the Katy Trail, and tubing at the O’s house.

Meanwhile, Puck had been watching Little Bear, which inspired him to hot cocoa. He split a cup of the bacon cocoa with his dad after dinner.
Into the evening…
A morning dove.
The boys went at another addictive round of Minecraft with their gold and glass floating sky islands and thunderstorms.
And Puck was having trouble praying that night…
“It’s your turn, Puck. You need to pray now,” said OLeif.
“I don’t want to have my turn, Daddy.”
“Puck, you’re not the boss.”
“Daddy. I drunk soda and water with bubbles. I am a boss.”

The evening ended with a Colombian drama, Entre Nos.