In one of his books, the great writer Malcolm Gladwell talks about what he calls the curse of knowledge. His basic idea is that after a while of doing things, we eventually forget the wisdom that we learned along the way. It becomes more natural, and what was once quite difficult to do has now become 2nd nature.
I’m not anywhere near there yet.
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So right after Leslie and I had gotten married, we lived in Searcy for one final semester before moving to Texas. We had broken free of the shackles of curfew, and we went crazy. Of course by crazy, I mean that we went to Wal-Mart after midnight. And that’s where this story picks up.
So this is my last post on the end of Acts, and I’d like to point out something here that I haven’t in the previous two posts. Acts has a really strange ending. If you think about it, Luke ends his story in a really bizarre way. It’d be like watching Luke Skywalker headed into blowing up the Death Star and all of a sudden the credits start rolling. But there is a reason that Acts ends this way.




