Today was another enjoyable day with my sister’s family in Redfield, S.D. Did a lot of lounging and talking this morning. Played some Bocce with my brother-in-law Pete Utecht, and chewed the theological fat a bit.
Pete’s always been a good theological mentor for me, ever since I started getting interested in theology back in college. He and my sister, Rachel, lived in Battlecreek, NE and I in Seward, so we got to see each other rather frequently (only about 2 1/2 hrs. drive). Good days those were, coming up to visit, reading Logias, CTQs, and other things I could get my hands on. I first read David Scaer’s article on Luther’s view of Anfechtung. This article, as many others, really began to form my theological heart. I read and re-read it.
I remember Pete telling me once that theology is a quest…a quest for the truth. He had gone to sem in Fort Wayne under the tutelage of Scaer, Weinrich, Preus, and others, and was handing on to me the same nuggets he had heard from his profs. and come up with on his own. He used to speak of how one of the best things Dr. Scaer had taught him was to think theologically, not just to regurgitate formulas. I learned the same later on when I went. I could honestly say that Pete was one of the big reasons I went to Fort Wayne. I wanted to sit at the feet of the same guys that he had, because I loved what I was hearing. We spent many hours talking theology and still do. I once spent a whole month at their place in 1998 , recovering from a bad accident while working in the NE corn fields. I was a field manager for Oettings and rolled my Ford Bronco II and flattened it (and almost myself) like a pancake. I spent most of the month reading and getting fat on BLTs. But, I digress…
This afternoon we drank some beer, and I went to the local pool with some of the kids again. Of course, Martin wanted to go on the slide over and over and over again. After the pool time, we ate another great meal, this time yummy burgers! Did some more Bocce, and I learned another game: Washers. It’s a lot like horse-shoes, except you use big washers and a couple of wooden boxes. Now I’m relaxing, listening to my mp3 player, and blogging. It was a good day.