my friend emma hasn't seen me in four or five months. she's an accomplished zoology student, an orson wells enthusiast, and all-around adorable. having a british accent helps.
when we parted ways last night after a late dinner at gabby's (tm) she hugged me and said, "you're great!" i was confused but could sincerely say that it was more than mutual. she repeated it and said i helped her get through her field course.
"there was a wretched, awful chap up there and i was thinking about the prospect of him annoying me for ten weeks . . . and then i asked myself, 'what would mara do?' surely she would pity him for being wretched and awful."
pardon me? "well, did it work?"
"well, he didn't annoy me as much for the remainder of the ten weeks. i thought 'surely a christian would look for redeeming qualities' . . . i'm looking, i'm looking, i have my binoculars out . . ."
it was funny, but i was still back on "what would mara do?" emma thought this? i mean, i know emma respects me . . . but this is the emma who told me that she could never believe as i do because of the suffering in the world. and i think that may have been the only time we talked about God. so . . . what?!
really, sometimes you never know.
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