A Jonah Day

It is a gorgeous spring like day outside.  I can hear the sounds of birds bustling through their day and children building imaginary worlds, peacefully together, I might add.  My house is silent but for the sound of the dishwasher and my typing.  From my window I can see the children, the fluttering leaves from a gentle wind and the glowing reflection of the morning sun on the very green trees.  But I am in a funk.  I can feel a migraine coming on.  I know that I have tonnes of stuff to do in the house, yard and garden, but am totally disinclined to do them.  Which adds guilt.  

And at the very top of this is THE COURSE.  It looms like Snoopy pretending to be a vulture.  I am determined to go back to school.  I want a Theology degree.  But I cannot find a distance ed school in Canada that offers it.  So I have to at least start on my Humanities degree through Athabasca University.  Which is a liberal Canadian post-secondary institute.  So the courses will be flavoured by this philosophy.  And to top it off I (me, myself) signed up for the wrong course.  I hit the wrong button when ordering and am now forced to do a literary prose course, full of angry books, by authors who might be my brothers and sisters in Christ, but are not close friends.  I read/laboured through the introduction of my course last night and upon reflection, probably agreed with all of 2 sentences.  The intro alone is angry.  It is full of hate for organized religion, and "chauvinistic society" that oppresses native peoples.  There is no examination of purity of intention here and certainly no quarter given to Judasim(an attack of the Old Testament) My anxiety is how do I defend my faith but still pass?  How do I not become tainted by this anger and lack of hope?  I think ice cream might help.  Oh and lots of prayer.  St. Thomas Moore, pray for me.