Sunday Night

After church this Sunday night, Lena, Vitaly and I went to my favorite Ukrainian cafeteria place--Puzata Khata or something like that. Never really sure how to transliterate. After preaching tonight, staying to clean up, and having had an earlier meeting at the church building, I was very ready to eat. As always, I enjoyed sirniky--skillet-fried cheese things with some kind of dough or something. Hard to explain for the uninitiated. Tonight one of the grandmothers (babushky) at church told me that I eat enough. Lena later told me that actually she told her that I should eat less and let Lena eat more. Guess I need to cut back on the sirnkiy or pass them over to Lena.

We then walked home via the Golden Gate and the circus. Nothing like a long constitutional.

When I got home, in preparation for our trip to Egypt this week, I read a 28-page article on diarrhea--its causes, effects, physiology, treatment, etc. I can email it to anyone interested. I feel much more capable of dealing with this little devil that does tend to haunt me on most trips.

By the way, I preached what it means that Jesus is our teacher and how different a rabbi was as a teacher than our modern understandings of teacher. Since we perceive a teacher as primarily one who organizes and transfers information, we typically don't think of a teacher as one we should imitate or a teacher as one who is more concerned with changes in the actual, concrete ways we live our lives and the small and big choices we make on a daily basis. Maybe this is why Christians rarely speak of Jesus as the Teacher. He is more often Savior than Teacher. Maybe I am too afraid of spiritual homework? It's much safer when he is limited to saving me.