I came by it honestly. My dad, a coal miner with a 7th grade education, was interested in everything. He read and learned and talked to us of all kinds of subjects.
In college, I changed my major from science (physics) to history because the professors in the science building were focusing more and more on tinier and tinier segments of the universe. But history deals with it all, every person who ever lived, every civilization, every lesson learned. Nothing is off limits to history.
That did it for me.
As I write–on a Saturday morning–I’m reflecting on the week just ended. Last Monday afternoon, I was among a busload of preachers and spouses from across Europe who spent several hours touring the ruins of Pompeii, the Italian city devastated by the eruption of Vesuvius in August of A.D. 79. It was truly unforgettable. So much so, that….
After my arrival home in New Orleans Tuesday night, the next afternoon I was in our public library reading up on Pompeii. I checked out a Robert Harris novel titled “Pompeii,” and finished it last night.
I feel like I’ve been living in Pompeii this week.
In my next trip to the library, I plan to see what is available on the Roman aqueducts, which was a major theme of the novel.
Why? Of what possible use is this in my ministry?
Answer: I have no idea. Maybe no use at all, maybe a lot.
A great curiosity is a wonderful thing for any Christian to have, but particularly for preachers. Why?