Years ago I was fluent in a literary sense in Greek and Hebrew — I could read them, not speak them. Today, I can’t use them. Thirty years of non-use has erased them from my databank.

I decided recently that I want to “relearn” Greek. I thought it would be easy since I was once quite adept at it. I was wrong. Though it may, and I say that with signicant doubt, be easier than having never known it, it is not coming back to me like riding a bike. In fact, it is rather frustrating; I once knew this stuff like the back of my hand.

Makes me wonder if God sometimes feels that way about us…