The period of 7 days known as a week simply does not make much sense to me. At the beginning of a week, 7 days feels like an eternity and the week goes slowly; the middle of the week still feels slow, but you can see both the beginning and the end; by the end of the week, though, you're left wondering what just happened and where did all my time go. So much can happen in a week, too. Two Sundays ago, Palm Sunday, the pastor at Grace Baptist gave a short summary of Jesus' entire ministry. What struck me the most was that Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem on what we know as Palm Sunday was less than a week before he was crucified. He came into Jerusalem heralded as the conquering king who would rescue the Jews from Roman rule, but only five days later he as condemned to be crucified by the same people. I never really though about how short of a time period that really was.
The same thing goes for a normal week too. I can start a week thinking one thing, but by the end of the week I probably will have changed my views, because a week ago seems to have been so long ago. Injuries, bad workouts, conversations, classes, books, videos, they all serve to shape what I think, and when I look back over the course of several weeks, months, not to mention years, I am amazed by how much my view of the world has changed as a result of my experiences.
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