Online Yoga+Strength Coach (@Online_Coach)

Tomorrow, I begin. Not just a course. Not just a new set of lessons, but a threshold. Two weeks at Oxford, diving into the deep end of Biblical Hebrew. Some may wonder why I don’t just settle for the translations on my shelf? Why I spend my nights with grammar drills and vocabulary cards instead of doing something easier? It’s simple: I want to know my God more and better. A translation is a map, but I want to walk the ground. I want to move past the filter of someone else’s interpretation and sit with the words as they were breathed out. I want to hear the texture of the language...the weight of it, the sharpness of it, the gutturals and the rolling "r." I want to understand the things that simply don’t survive the journey into English. My goal isn’t just to study. My goal is to listen. I want to reach a place where I can hear the Scriptures in the language they were gifted in, where the words aren’t just concepts I’ve learned, but a language I’ve learned to feel. I want to understand the cadence and the heartbeat of those ancient, beautiful words. There is a quiet grace in that effort. In the wrestling. In the process of stripping away the layers until there’s nothing left between you and the text. I’ve done the preparation. I’ve put in the hours. But tomorrow, the real work starts. I’m stepping into the language, not to master it, but to be reshaped by it. I don’t know exactly what will open up for me in these two weeks. But that’s the point of beginning. You don’t start something like this to know the destination. You start it because you’re hungry for the truth.