Anticipation

Now, I realize it is not all that important, but as I sat in class tonight, I sat in anticipation of returning to the seminary. Now, indeed, the class in which I was sitting was not boring, even less was it not worthwhile. No, I would never say such a thing about Father Laird's class; in reality it was quite insightful.

However, I am an American. Too, I am a Minnesotan. Too, I am a political creature. Hence, as I sat in the last row of the classroom, hearing the good Father Vice-Rector describe the fact that even after baptism the effects of original sin remain in man and for this reason he is prone to sin, I sat in anticipation of returning to the basement level of the seminary residence to the newly acquired and installed large-screen TV with my brother seminarians watching the results of the Super Tuesday primaries and caucuses.

Yes, as envigorating as hearing about the pleasure of eating hot slices of Papa John's "the Works" pizza while drinking a glass of Brunello, more envigorating on this night did it seem to be back amongst my brother seminarians talk about how well Obama or Hillary was doing, or seeing in exactly what ways John McCain was slowly winning the Republican nomination (just as a note, I hereby endorse no candidate, but only mean to describe what seems likely and probable).

Of course, all of the results will not be in until tomorrow and therefore tonight's joy will yet be incomplete, but nonetheless, I must say goodbye so as to finally relish that of which I have been speaking!