I'm Always Learning Something New
As a mom who works outside of as well as inside of the home, free time is fleeting.
There's the laundry,
the forgotten homework project Sunday night due Monday,
the sudden accident the dog had all over the carpet (from the basement all the way up to the kitchen door),
the little pre-teen problems to settle (I hear one brewing right now as I type),
the 4 phone calls in one evening (nobody EVER calls my house)
paying the monthly bills
and so on....well the list is probably similar in your house.
At some point I get to do one of my hobbies. And sometimes I forget my train of thought...just like right now. My thougths derailed somewhere between the quibbling kids and the phone calls.
Oh yeah, I just looked back at the title of the post and remembered what I was talking about...learning!
I love to learn something new....sources of information can be limited Living out here on the Edge. But from time to time some new bit of information makes its way into the cells still active within my mommy brain. This week I learned something new at church. I learned where the phrase "Doubting Thomas" came from. The pastor this past Sunday shared the story about the Apostles learning about Jesus' resurrection. Thomas the Apostle was not there when Jesus visited the other Apostles and since Thomas didn't see him, he didn't believe it. I'd heard the story before about Thomas the Apostle who didn't believe in the resurrection of Jesus (John 20:24-29) but I had never put the saying and the bible story together. Yeah, sometimes you have to hit me over the head with a 2 by 4. I know.
I was a teenage product of horror movies--the original Friday the 13th and all--I wouldn't watch one now if you paid me $100. Well maybe if it came with heavy duty earplugs and a mask. I could possibly get a good nap in for once...dark theater and all. So while I was listening to the sermon last Sunday, I was trying not to get too grossed out with the thought of Thomas sticking his fingers into Jesus' wounds to quell his doubts. I was ready to raise my hand and interrupt and say..."I believe! Let's move on to the rest of the story please." But I behaved myself and the sermon concluded without any embarassing outbursts on my part. My mind wanders like that you know. Does anyone else have wandering mind syndrome?
So now I know where Doubting Thomas originated.


















