Sometimes not knowing is better

Andrew thought it would be a good idea for me to take summer school Greek with him at Trinity. I thought it would be a good idea too, since I have wanted to learn Biblical Greek to be able to read the New Testament in it's original language. English translations are excellent, no question. But my husband has rubbed off on me and made me appreciate being able to look at the original text. So I go and sign up to take summer school Greek. Did anyone else know that some people refer to this class as suicide Greek? Did I stop at any point to think that I am going to do about a year worth of learning in 5 weeks? Oh no. I just sauntered right into it. Well, I am through the first week, and all I can say is that for the past 5 days I have done nothing but study, study, study, and study. Maybe eat and sleep too, but mostly study. So, for anyone wondering about what it is like to take a summer Greek class, I can say for a fact that it is intense. Really. But the rewards in the end will be SO sweet. To see the richness in the language God revealed Himself in! And He used Koine Greek, the common, widespread language of the first century. I often thought of Greek as this elite, lofty language to know to be able to understand the New Testament. But it turns out, Koine Greek was used to write grocery lists, and letters to friends, and on scraps of pottery as notes. It was common, to be understood by common people. It was approachable. God's word wasn't for the very wise or very cultured, but for the people. And His word speaks in a living and active way to them.