Meditating and chewing on the Word in a stifling dusty heat. Staying with the tedium and restlessness and inward aridity.
A blessing on the man who puts his trust in the Lord, with the Lord for his hope. He is like a tree by the waterside that thrusts its roots to the stream: when the heat comes it feels no alarm, its foliage stays green; it has no worries in a year of drought, and never ceases to bear fruit.
Reading up on Paul’s use of rhetoric in his letters. The ancient skills of persuasion and exhortation following Aristotle’s ethos, pathos and logos. Ways of communicating we can scarcely understand these days.
Looking at Gerschom Scholem and his understanding of the Jewish mystical tradition, such depth and illumination in the commentaries on disputed, beloved texts. I wish many Christian readers had anywhere near the same patient erudition and respect for each word, each syllable, each margin note