By high school I had fully mastered the art of sneaking by and even managed to convince myself that there was something inherently pleasing about a good, solid C average. Knowing a lot isn’t important when all you really want is to get by.
That sort of thinking further cemented itself when I accepted Christ. Since faith was all I needed in order to get to heaven, I didn’t really have to bother with knowing much. Besides, knowledge was faith’s enemy, right? Sometimes you could know just enough to get you confused with what you should believe and shouldn’t.
But sometime between then and now, I discovered that learning wasn’t all that bad. I also discovered that I had quite an appetite for it. One could actually say I have quite an appetite for accumulating useless facts.
Aside from maybe being able to win a few dollars on Jeopardy, most of my family and friends think this hobby gets in the way. I think not. So to hear my argument in favor of filling your brain with things you’ll never use, head over to Katdish’s blog. It’s worth the trip just to learn in what key a housefly’s wings hum…
