Honors Field Trip

Well, one year here at PUC come and gone--it's been a wild ride, that's for sure. It has been a year of many journeys, of many adventures, but not ones that have made it into this blog, unfortunately, as they were spiritual journeys rather than geographic ones.

Several weeks ago, however, I did have the pleasure of taking a jaunt into San Francisco for an Honors Field Trip. After a morning of recording voice replacement tracks for an episode of PUC-Ite's (which you really all should watch; there's four new episodes posted since I last posted here), we departed at last for San Francisco.

My heart rejoiced to see the city come into view as we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge into what is known by some as the Paris of the Pacific. After getting lost, we had a most excellent lunch at the Pagan Restaurant during which Drs. Sheldon and Fulton finally figured out who I am--they remember my father from when he attended PUC, it turns out.

Then, we went to the Palace of the Legion of Honor. After looking at the fragments of the Dead Sea Scrolls (it is humbling to look upon something that old), we were free to wander the museum. Oh! The wonders I saw. Rodin sculpture with such emotive content, gracefully blown glass, baroque furniture and paneling, works of famous Impressionists like Monet and Seurat. I was entranced to look upon all these great paintings, sculptures, and artifacts.

It was hard to tear me away from the museum, but our next stop, the synagogue, was just as fascinating to me. Their music was gorgeous, and though most of it was in Hebrew, it spoke to me in a way that the music at PUC can't--and there was a woman leading the music with the sort of voice that makes you feel as though nothing will harm you, as though everything will be all right. The care with which they lit the candles for Shabbat, the love they expressed for the Torah was. . . touching.

After dinner at Fresh Choice, we came back to PUC for a classically dead Dead Week. Tomorrow I get to go home and start preparing for my adventures in Greece, which will be much better-documented than my time here at PUC has. I would like to thank each one of you who has prayed for me over the year, for it has been of immeasurable value for a variety of reasons. As I leave, may God be with you when I cannot. Hope to see as many of you as possible before leaving, but if that's not possible, just know that I care about you and wish you the best.