I’m almost buried.
There are papers spread all over my desk. Pencils and pencil sharpeners, books and notes strewn everywhere. I’m trying to learn Hebrew in sort of a crash course using an inductive approach. Inductive means that you just jump in and start using the language sort of like kids do when they learn to talk and read.
As this blog has noted in the past, the seminary that I attend no longer offers Hebrew as a course. The denomination to which I belong and may one day be ordained in, requires a levelof both Hebrew and Greek proficiency. So the seminary I attend found a prof who would teach me, one on one. We had our first “official” class on Thursday. Two unofficial classes got me through the alphabet. I can now write and recite the Hebrew letters, in order.
This week, I got four more books. Originally the prof said there would be no textbook, and I guess that is still true, but he has given me a Hebrew Bible, sold me a used Hebrew dictionary (Jastrow) and loaned me (with hope of future sale) the three volumes of the Readers Hebrew-English Lexicon of the Old Testament.
Its all rather exciting until you get to the work. By Thursday, when I have my first quiz, I need to be able to identify 100 of the 500 most common Biblical Hebrew words, read and understand the first chapter of Jonah, and be able to identify the grammatical structures found in that chapter. So far, I’ve got about fifteen of the words down.
I’m sure, in the end, it will be OK. The prof is very keen for me to succeed and really seems to be enjoying our meetings in our Tim Horton’s classroom.
Shalom (it means peace)