"If today you hear His voice, harden not your heart."
Psalm 95:8
Wow, Mr Cassian, I see that you are new. I am more or less new myself. I must be old enough to say welcome. I'm in a giddy mood because I went to a party last night, and I had soooo much fun. Considering that, how could I have a hard heart?
Hard heart? In two hours, I will be with my girlfriends at our weekly study group, where hard hearts groan as they grow like the great gadget grinding the girders into goops of going to be goo? My English teacher loves alliteration.
Sometimes we have boys at the group. After all, they are the reason that we have the group. At school we have as many boys as girls. Our motto, Every girl gets a date. Every student gets an A.
I know that I seem like I have a hard heart. For example, … (in the seventh grade I learned to introduce the fact of a paragraph with words like for example) So, for example God gave us (or maybe Adam and Eve stole) the gift of intellect. With that in mind … (you see, the opinions that explain the fact must be introduced with a transitory phrase) So, with that in mind, God must want us to use our intellect, and if I want to know about a rock or a tree, like for example how old is the rock, or for example how a cottonwood tree might suck mercury from the soil, or maybe even how eleven plus two is one, then I should look at the rock or the cottonwood tree or learn to how to deal with the Wahhabists who want to kill us. Oh my, that ended on a sour note.
Anyway, now I must go run and get gooy sweaty so I can shower enough not to be smelly as I take my aunt to work (she does not drive), and then meet the study group to speak of rocks, rotary math, and raging Rahhabists, subjects more generally known as science, math, and history.
So welcome, Mr Cassian, you have been, like cowabunga, like totally, the best girlfriend.