I’m back! I took some time away after the birth of my second son, and it was incredibly rewarding. I’m blessed not only to have him in my life, but to have had some time to spend with him and his brother and my wife in that transitional period as our family grew. I learned something unexpected during my leave, and I wanted to share it: studying the Bible in a different language is really rewarding.

I wouldn’t have expected this revelation for myself. I don’t know Greek at all and I only have the smallest shreds of Hebrew under my belt. At one point, the prospect of learning Hebrew was really exciting to me. I worked my way through about half of a Hebrew textbook and went to seminary with a real fire for biblical languages, but once I got there, I thought about my high school experience with Spanish. How much Spanish do I remember today? A pitiful amount. And frankly, I never really invested the time to get good at it. Who could have imagined that a high school boy might not be deeply passionate about learning a second language for the sole purpose of polishing his university applications, right? Looking back on my failings with Spanish, I told myself that I must be bad at languages and that I should use the time I would have learned Hebrew in seminary on classes that would better benefit the congregations I would someday serve. After all, I could use an interlinear copy of the Bible and a Hebrew dictionary and get by just fine for the purpose of preaching, and most interesting translational choices are hammered in commentaries anyway. Thus my dream of being a master Hebrew speaker died a quiet death.

But while I was feeding a screaming baby at 2:00 am, I got bored. I wanted to be productive and I realized that the environment wasn’t particularly conducive to reading anything that required an unbroken train of thought. And what’s easy to do in small, flashcard-sized chunks? Memorize vocabulary words. And so I decided to pick up some Latin. I don’t know a lot of Protestants that know Latin, so it would definitely help me bring something unique to the table, and I read enough Augustine that I figured it’d be neat to read his stuff firsthand, instead of through translators. I made it about halfway through a beginner’s Latin textbook before my leave was up, so I can now talk about advanced theological topics like who is in the bedroom and if the dog is barking.

While working through that textbook, I also started studying my weekly Scriptures using the Vulgate (old Latin Bible), and I was shocked to see how deeply it affected my studying. When you don’t really know what any of the words in a given passage mean, you have to scrutinize each word. That level of study changes your relationship with the passage. For example, at one point, I was reading through James 1, and I reached verse 16: “Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers,” (ESV). If I was reading in English, I don’t think I would have spent much time not his passage. It’s a warning to pay attention to what James is about to write. Cool. Got it. But when you’re going word to word, dictionary open in another tab, and you see that James just called his readers “mei dilectissimi” or “my dearest ones” (something that, strangely enough, was in the first half of the latin textbook), there’s an impact and a warmth to it that I wouldn’t have felt otherwise. When you’re reading in English it’s easy to end up scanning through a passage for big ideas, controversial pieces, or emotional turning points and end up spending my energy on those. When you’re working in an unfamiliar language, you can’t take any word for granted. Each one is a battle, and each one carries a weight that it wouldn’t otherwise.

There’s also something supremely humbling about tuning in to youtube videos to help you learn the week’s lessons and hearing some teacher that recorded their lectures say, “Salvete, eighth graders!” Yes, my learning partners are mostly thirteen years old. Kids are smarter than we give them credit for.

No idea if my iter longum ad discit Latinum (“long journey to learn latin” probably misconjugated idk I’m new) will go anywhere. Time will tell. But in the meantime, it’s a fun little exercise to make me pay attention to things I wouldn’t otherwise.