I grew up surrounded by a population of Germans and Scandinavians. There was a sameness about my friends and myself. We all knew what each other was talking about, and we shared similar cultures. Things have definitely changed now that I've left my cozy circle and ventured into the jagged polygon of life with Miles.
I rented a movie from Blockbuster called Luther. It's the sort of flick that I love—period piece, based on history, epic-like, etc. I particularly enjoy them when I know the subject matter. For example, we watched Julius Caesar weeks ago, and I loved it, even though I already know the story. My first exposure to Caesar's story was the Shakespearean play...and have encountered it in several other studies. Stories of Pompey, Brutis, Cassius, Cleopatra, Mark Antony, Portia, and Calpurnia all intersect, naturally.
Luther held similar interest for me. As the DVD was loading, my motorized mouth began humming information that I knew about Martin Luther. Finally, Miles stopped me to inquire, "Who is this guy? I've never heard of him before? How do you know so much about him?"
I was taken aback. "Martin Luther? You know, Martin Luther! The German Monk from the 1500's? The Small Catechism? Any of this ring a bell?" He shook his head. "How the heck did you make it to adulthood without learning about Martin Luther? Didn't they talk about him in your church or Sunday school?"
"No...but I think I just stumbled upon something," he replied with a wink. "You're Lutheran, I'm not. You know, Luther-an."
"Oh. Right. Yeah."
What, you mean everybody isn't Lutheran? I missed that memo! But seriously—I have so many "duh" moments with Miles. He keeps one of my eyebrows raised most of the time...I'm going to have very silly wrinkles.
