Perseverance

Dear friend, do you persevere? Allow me to give you a brief personal testimonial on perseverance and why every person should. Here was I in the place of the exam; the clock had begun to count down. I looked at the options and found them bleak indeed. I thought to myself: “You should quit, it is the most honest way. These are things about which you know nothing.” Friend, I am used to approaching exams in full possession. I have crushed exams. I laugh at them. I do not get nervous, I get prepared. I do not then arrive at them and think I only know a little about a few things on this exam, and I am toast. But that is how I felt about this exam. I had thought I had a good grasp on a few things, but the questions seemed to banish what I knew as morning mist is burned away by the beaming sun; the little I knew was diminishing before me strangely.

And yet, I determined not to quit. To quit was to study, and to study was not something I really wanted to spend time doing. Who wants to study presuppositionalistic apologetics? So instead I persevered. I wrote what I could, I wracked my brains, I remembered curious things one never usually does, I guessed. I turned it in without comments, having had time to sit around reflecting that comments about failing were not going to be all that funny and would achieve nothing positive.

I found out this morning, from asking very casually, that indeed I had passed. And I thought to myself, “that is the value of persevering, of not giving up, of bashing ahead and trusting to luck.” Dear friend, persevere. For luck is on the side of those who piously wish not to clutter their minds with presuppostionalistic apologetics.

Annunciation, by John Donne

Salvation to all that will is nigh;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb; and though He there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,
Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try.
Ere by the spheres time was created, thou
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son and Brother;
Whom thou conceivst, conceived; yea thou art now
Thy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother;
Thou hast light in dark, and shutst in little room,
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb.