"Be a leader, not a follower" Dad always said.

Thursday night, Matt and I went to hear a lecture about the existence of God through nature. It sounded like it would be really eye-opening and thought-provoking and God-glorifying with all of its facts and stories and examples. I was very eager.

We park our bikes and walk into a building, following a crowd of people, on the verge of being late (with us). There was even a policewoman. Up and up the stairs we went into this beautiful and old-fashioned classroom. There were hardly any seats left, but we found a few in the back. I was surprised by the crowd (how many religious people lived in such an academic place?!), but Matthew wasn't. I kept repeating: "I don't see anybody I know!" and Matt kept reassuring me that we were in the right place. Someone was giving an introduction to the speaker, and nothing seemed related to the topic. At one point, I saw my Jewish manager and thought: "This can't be! This is the wrong lecture! Larry would NOT be here. Never." Sure enough, Matt and I had accidentally followed the crowd into the wrong lecture hall. We slipped out of the room along with a dozen of other mistake-makers. We all wandered the halls and walked through many more double doors until we found another (smaller) room with many familiar faces. Whew!

But unfortunately, the talk was very disappointing. The speaker was clearly gifted in research and physics and math and writing, but not in teaching. Facts and more facts and everything flew over our heads. It was long, monotone, with too many power point slides and WAY too many quotes. Quotes, quotes, quotes. I wished he'd just ditched the power point and just tell us plainly, like we were a bunch of ten year olds. Instead, we wrote notes, like a couple of ten year olds.

For the record: Matt started.







At least we stayed to the end. Many didn't.