Bible Study

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been reading through the Bible again as part of Dennis Prager’s The Rational Bible commentaries in an effort to better understand the first books of the core documents that are the foundation of many of the long-existing western civilizations. This is the first time in nearly 15 years I’ve examined the Old Testament with any sort of studiousness and this book has proven to be an excellent reintroduction to self-study of scripture. So much so that the hour-long block of time I dedicate to reading every evening zips past in what feels like 15 minutes.

Very little about how one studies a religious text has changed in the decade and a half since I last worked on understanding the word of God, but quite a bit has changed in me. I’ve taken on a great deal more responsibility, accepted more challenges, gotten married, and even started a family … though not precisely in this order. What this means, though, is that since I last tried to better understand my role in the world, I have matured and have a very different perspective on the ancient texts and what they have to say. There have been a number of passages in the book of Exodus that speak more to me now than they ever could have to a 25 year old version of me. In the past when this would happen, I’d grab a red spiral-bound notebook1, open to a fresh page, record the passage that spoke to me, then write some thoughts about it. This process of Bible journalling allowed some extra time to think through a concept or piece of wisdom, and having it on paper allowed me to go back and review the things I had studied and learned.

Since buying a copy of The Rational Bible, I’ve yet to pick up yet another notebook for notes and journalling, and it seems wrong to use one of the empty, black-covered notebooks which have been acquired for the purposes of work notes and To Do lists. What I would really like to do is record passages and notes digitally so that I might not only keep the journal for more than a handful of years2, but have the ability to quickly search, reference, and possibly share the thoughts and bits of wisdom with others in a well-structured, consistent manner … sort of like how quotation posts work in 10C, but with a little more rigidity.

So, with this desire in mind, I plan on building this sort of functionality into the 10Centuries platform starting this week with the goal of having something that people can at least look at before the end of Friday. Having a tool that allows for reading a Bible of our choosing and write notes alongside the texts seems like a worthwhile project. My years of experience developing textbook software can be used for something worthwhile and some of the journalling ideas I’ve been considering will have a playground for testing and refinement.

This is something I’ve been thinking about very seriously over the last few weeks and, seeing as I have the time, knowledge, and opportunity to build something to aid in Bible journalling, it makes sense to give it a solid effort. Hopefully if the tool can help me better keep track of ideas, questions, and wisdom, it can also help others who wish to do the same.


  1. I generally went with a red-covered book because this was the colour of the text in the Bible to signify that God or Jesus was speaking. Red meant “The Word”, and the notebook symbolized this. It was kept on my nightstand, always within an arms reach when reading or sleeping.

  2. I’m not sure why, but my Bible journals rarely stuck around for more than two or three years after being filled out.

Surface Tension

As absurd as it may sound, I really enjoy a coffee when the cup is as full as it can be under the laws of physics. Surface tension is my friend, allowing a few extra drops of the wonderful liquid to reside in the cup. This has been my preferred way to prepare a mug since the mid-90s1 and there's little chance that it'll change at any point in the near future so long as I'm able to lift the cup without spilling any before the first sip.

Surface Tension

The question that a lot of people generally ask when they learn of this preference is why, as though there is some sort of well-considered reason for filling a cup to the brink of overflow, but there is no reason beyond enjoying the challenge of seeing the coffee sit higher than the top of the mug without going over a rim. Besides, why not push the limits of what a container can hold? Good things are better in moderation, but this doesn't mean we can't fill a small or medium-sized cup to the brink rather than one of the cereal bowl-sized ceramic "mugs" that are so popular in North America2. This is how I approach a number of things in life; enjoy as much as you'd like, but do so with moderation.

There are a couple of areas in my life that have gone well beyond moderation and are approaching lunacy, the number of hours I work for the day job being one of them. Filling a cup to its comical capacity is fine, but filling most of a waking day with office work is just poor judgement. Hopefully with this next bout of time off I'll have an opportunity to reexamine what's truly important in life and make the necessary adjustments. There will always be more work, and I am not a cup. Spilling over isn't good for anybody.


  1. My parents used to tease me so much when I would make coffee, hoping that I would spill some so they could have a laugh at my expense. The joke was on them, though, as teenagers generally have pretty good motor control. My hands didn't start shaking until just a couple of years ago.

  2. I had one of these, but it was actually for cereal. Being able to eat from a bowl with a handle on the side had several advantages.

Fifty-Three Weeks Later

Back in the early days of February 2019 I had the good fortune to take a week off work after working exceptionally hard for months on end. Today I get to start another week away from work, albeit under slightly worse conditions. In 2018 and 2019 I was battling exhaustion, stress, and anxiety when the time came around to unplug for a while. This year it's all the same, but in greater quantities and with far more visible anger. Disconnecting will be good … for everyone's sake.

During last year's break it was possible to work on a number of features related to 10C, culminating in a semi-functional version of the Anri blogging theme. There have been a number of refinements since then and a few more to come, but the key thing I plan on completing this break is a bit more of a challenge. Over the years it's been possible to learn a great deal about digital book delivery, writing tools, and how they might compliment each other. To that end, I've been sketching out some ideas to put these two functions together to solve a relatively recent problem I've encountered that is related to journalling. This is still early days of the idea but, when I think it through, it could prove to be quite the useful tool.

Over the next few days I'll outline more on the feature, why it's being built, and what I hope to accomplish with it going forward. Looking around online, there's no other site offering what I'm trying to do. This means that the problem is either more complex than I anticipate, or that few people have ever seen the need for it. Knowing my history with ideas, it's probably a combination of both.

If

On the most recent Fireside Chat, Dennis Prager asked a number of young people the following question:

If you could have one guarantee in life, which would you choose?

1. A great career
2. A great marriage

Had I been asked this question 20 years ago, I would have instantly answered "A great career" because I was eager and enthusiastic to get out into the world and prove myself as someone who could take on great challenges and succeed. The younger me was naive enough to believe that work was the most effective way to reach all of life's goals. As I enter middle age, though, the error in this line of thinking is very easy to see.

Given the option today whether I would choose to have a career or marriage that was guaranteed to be great, my answer would not involve work whatsoever. A great marriage would be far more beneficial to many people over a career. There are exceptions to the rule, of course, as some careers can improve the lives of billions or inspire generations of people to aim for something greater. For me, though, I've been employed for almost every day of my life since the age of 13. Some of the things I've accomplished over the years have been quite remarkable, but very few of these efforts will be remembered in a decade's time. A great marriage, however, is not measured the same way. It's not about money or prestige or accomplishments or technical competence. It's about commitment, responsibility, respect, encouragement, and more.

If I had the opportunity to speak to my younger self, to provide some guidance on how to lead a happier life, I'd say this:

  1. Don't take work too seriously.
  2. Don't take yourself too seriously.
  3. Do invest time into family.

Of course, knowing me, I would have ignored this advice anyway.

No Magic

Every so often I look at my phone and imagine how a younger version of me would react upon seeing it. There was a time not too long ago when the technology that so many of us take for granted today would have been seen as pure magic or, depending on the ideologies of the beholder, sheer witchcraft. The honeymoon phase for modern tech seems to have worn off somewhere around 2012 when a large percentage of the population started carrying smartphones. This was when the geeks who used to get laughed at for using a Palm handheld were once again in demand to answer questions from people who had just recently become accustomed to using a mouse to navigate and needed assistance to transition to a touch interface. While I am not typically keen on being the geek that people turn to, I do miss the feelings of wonder and appreciation I would have when encountering a new piece of technology for the first time. The magic that was once part of the essence of cutting-edge technology has gone away.

A lack of magic does not make a device any less useful, but I do wonder if it makes a product less desirable. New computers, upgrades, components, devices, and peripherals were all I could think about when USB 1.1 was all the rage and people were excitedly talking about USB 2.0 and the new era of plug-and-play it would usher in. As it stands, I can have hardware literally fail on me and it will be repaired or otherwise returned to a functioning condition and used until the next failure. Sure, a newer item might be nice, but is it necessary? Not without a little infusion of magic it isn't.

Is this more a consequence of growing old? Is this the result of seeing hardware and software iterated upon a thousand times? Or are modern devices simply less magical feeling than the ones we could only dream to afford a couple of decades ago? My disinterest is likely the result of all three.

Yet every so often I imagine how a younger version of me would react to hold a modern phone, or use a modern notebook. What sort of challenges would be tackled? How quickly would I push up against the envelope of their capabilities? While there's little chance of travelling back in time to hand-deliver modern technology to a younger self, it's sometimes fun to play through a scenario in the mind.

Articulation

A blinking cursor. Ten minutes of thought. A handful of sentences on the page.

Nope. Not good enough. ⌘+A … Delete.

A blinking cursor. A little more thought. Two paragraphs that seem to say nothing at all.

Nope. This won't do, either. ⌘+A … Delete.

More thinking while the cursor blinks. A persistent reminder of the passage of time and the approach of yet another sunrise. There are ideas that are vague and without form. These are perceived to be important concepts, interesting notions, and worthwhile ventures. Why is it so hard to articulate into words that which we can envision in our minds?

The blinking cursor insists on moving horizontally across the screen, like a character from an 80's era video game. This can only be done by formulating words that convey meaning, otherwise the game is being cheated. Hammering the keyboard like an enraged monkey will not lead to cromulent sentences being placed in cohesive paragraphs that convey a message worthy of being read.

⌘+A … Delete.

Most people are their own worst critic. We know we can do better when we sit down and really apply ourselves, but so rarely push the envelope when it matters. Why is this? Are we afraid of something? Is it success? This is something that terrifies me from time to time. Success leads to expectations. Nobody lives up to expectations all the time. There's bound to be disappointment in the near future.

⌘+A … Delete.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?

As much as it wanted, of course.

⌘+A … Delete.

Sometimes it's better to leave visual ideas in the language they're presented in. If an idea cannot be easily expressed in words, then perhaps some sketches could convey the meanings. This is something that needs to be done in the next couple of days. There's plenty of graph paper available, and the trusty three pens are just as ready with full ink cartridges. I'll draw what's on my mind and share those. People might not fully see what it is, but getting it on paper will let me see what it is … what it could be … what it might entail. But it must be sketched while the images are still fresh in the mind. Too many ideas have been lost as a result of weak neurones not putting all of the ideas from the short-term memory into longer-term memory. Good ideas are hard to come by and it would be a shame to lose this one.

Sketch. Sketch another page. Sketch the relation between the UI elements. How does the journal aspect interact with the book? How does a person compare translations of the passages? How will this look on a phone, tablet, and large-screen? Sketch. Sketch. Sketch some more.

⌘ … S.

Observing the Holidays

After punching out from the day job this coming Friday, I'll have the luxury of ten consecutive days off work. There will be no checking of email. No glancing at Microsoft Teams. No responding to phone calls. I will, for all intents and purposes, be completely disconnected from everything work-related in a bid to calm down and not punch any computers. Generally this is something I find incredibly hard to do for any length of time but, for the sake of family and personal sanity, it must be done. Time must be afforded for rest.

Out of Office

Unlike the last few holidays, the family and I will not be disappearing to somewhere fun. The boy has school and there's also the threat of the corona virus lurking about. Instead, I plan on staying home to work on some personal projects. There's the landscape around the house to plan, some maintenance around the house to do, and books to read. If the weather is nice enough, I might even venture out at night with the camera to take some decent photos of the neighbourhood under a moonlight sky.

In addition to all of this, though, I plan on using the time to read some rather deep books. There are a couple that have been sitting on the "To Read" list for months simply because I haven't had the mental bandwidth to adequately approach the works. With the boy in school for five hours a day, it'll be possible to enjoy a couple of hours of reading, learning, and thinking.

The key to making this all possible will be putting the work-supplied notebook away, disabling notifications on the tablet, and un-watching a couple of projects in GitHub. A ten-day absence might frustrate some colleagues, but the company is not going to collapse simply because I'm taking some personal time to recharge. The more I remember this, the easier it'll be to resist the itch.

Blank Pages and Infinite Loops

The problem with attempting to write a post daily is the occasional battle with writer's blocks and avoiding excessive repetition. Neither are particularly enjoyable and both can give a person a reason to avoid writing anything at all. In my case there is typically some form of writer's block in he way when approaching a difficult subject, be it various personal failings or frequent thought patterns. Despite the challenge, though, I'll typically open a writing application and stare at a blinking cursor for as long as it takes for something to formulate. This often results in several awful posts being started and abandoned before a halfway mediocre one takes shape, but it's the habit that I’m trying to maintain more than anything else. By dedicating a time to write, I set aside that block of time during the day to sit down and structure an idea.

What should happen when the block of time has been exceeded and nothing has been written, though?

On an early episode of the Back to Work podcast, Dan Benjamin and Merlin Mann were talking about overcoming challenges. At some point, Merlin said "Sometimes the only way out of a problem is through it", which was quickly simplified by Dan who repeated "The only way out is through". The six-word mantra was repeated in a couple of episodes afterwards before being forgotten, but it's something I've held onto as it best describes the only viable, long-term means to overcome a challenge. This is how I approach problems in my personal life. This is how I approach problems at work. This is how I approach creative droughts that seem to stretch on for months at a time.

So when an entire block of time that was dedicated to writing has instead been consumed by staring at a blinking cursor, the clock gets reset. If something is important enough, we make the time. For me, organising an idea — even a poorly formed one — is incredibly important. A large number of the blog posts I write will never see publication in any public sense, but the act of writing these pieces allows me to examine a question or idea with a higher degree of granularity. Regardless of how quickly a person might type, writing is a slower process that cannot happen at the speed of thought. We can examine an idea as it's written to see if it makes sense, and I like this. A lot.

This is why I will make the time to put something out every day, no matter how long it might take to formulate. This post here is the culmination of almost 4 hours of watching a cursor blink. Two earlier posts were abandoned in favour of this one. Was it a good use of time? I believe it was … despite the mediocrity of these words.

Workshopless

This morning, while working on the patio, a neighbour looked over and asked what I was doing. To my right were a number of screwdrivers, wrenches, Allen keys, and smaller hand tools. To my left was a myriad of plastic components that, when assembled, form the outer casing of a Sharp humidifier. The unit started putting out a bit of a stink a couple of days ago and I wanted to see whether it was a burnt out motor, given the appliance was manufactured in 2007, or something else. While we were chatting, I continued to strip layers of plastic framework1 away from the central motor cavity, confirmed my hypothesis, and finally extracted the worn out component from the machine. All in all, the process took ten minutes and the conversation was going on for five.

"I thought you worked with computers," the neighbour asked.

"I do."

"How do you know how to fix humidifiers, then?"

The question initially struck me as odd, as I wasn't actually fixing the humidifier just yet. What I had accomplished was disassembly and following a bad smell to its source to confirm an expectation of what had failed. This is something that I've done with varying degrees of success ever since I could hold a screwdriver and, aside from my father, just about every male in my family has done the same. When something is broken, we first attempt to fix it.

Later in the day I was thinking about the homes in the area, and the yards specifically. In many communities anywhere across Canada you'll find a place where it's obvious that someone gets "work" done. This might be a multi-car garage or a toilet-sized shed, but all the signs will be there. We know there will be tools of all sorts inside. We know that the place will generally be a mess. We know that the person who has the space enjoys working with their hands. Roughly 150 homes make up the local community here, and none have any noticeable place where this happens. There isn't even a shared space where people could go to use basic power tools or just shoot the breeze while fixing a broken toaster or making a spice rack for the kitchen.

This raised all sorts of follow up questions2. One in particular needed an answer, though: Do any of my neighbours fix their own things?

I decided to find out by taking the boy went for a little walk to the park and asking some of the neighbours working outside. Most people have a bit of a garden on their property that they tend to on Saturday mornings, so this makes it rather easy to strike up conversations, much like someone had with me a couple of hours earlier.

Of the six people outside, only one person generally did things themselves. Everyone else would hire the services of an expert in order to save time and hassle. This was hardly an exhaustive study, but it does make me wonder whether people around here see repair and handiwork as a nuisance rather than an investment. It's certainly not something that just anyone can do, of course, but it does help save money and encourage creative thinking.

Maybe it's time to dedicate some time into building a work shed of my own, complete with tools, yard equipment, and plenty of "random bits" to solve many of life's simple repair jobs. This would provide even more incentive to get out of the house and spend some time in the sunshine.


  1. I'm not kidding about "layers". The motor was so well shielded the thing would probably survive everything short of an EMP detonation.

  2. One of the questions that first popped up was whether a community workspace would be a profitable venture … not that I'd have any idea how to set something like this up.

Not Done Yet

To Do lists are wonderful little tools that can help even the most disorganised person accomplish something in a period of time. For me I have several dedicated to specific tasks, most of which are quite analog in nature. However, one of the more annoying ways I have to remind myself that a task is not yet done is to leave it open on a monitor. This way, when I sit at the desk, I can see without a doubt the thing that needs completing.

Unfortunately, this practice has had to come to an end today. Not because of a reboot or anything mundane like that, but because I simply cannot stand looking at all the half-finished work that had to be set aside as a result of ever-shifting priorities over the last couple of weeks … months … years. In the next couple of weeks I'll have the opportunity to take some time off from the day job and complete some of these open To Dos. Until then, I would much rather not see them.