Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 1
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend in the series.
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The day I met God, started off the same as so many others. I stopped in the Department Office, picked up my mail and said hello to Mrs. Anderson the Department Secretary. Headed to my office. Just like every other day.
I'm an Adjunct Professor at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. Adjunct is pretty far down the totem of academia. But I was hoping to get a full time job. My area of expertise is Ancient and Comparative Religions. Exciting, right?
One of the few perks for an AP is that I get an assigned cubicle in the Library. I call it my office. There isn't a door so anyone going by can see I'm working. But it's mine, all mine.
It's quiet, I can nap or read or prepare for classes without being disturbed. And that's where I spend most of my time when I am not teaching a class.
I'd just settled in when Jillian came by. She's one of the Assistant Librarians. And if you think Adjunct Professor in unimportant, well, Assistant Librarians makes us look like rock stars!
I'm sure that you've seen Jillian. You may not have noticed her but you've seen her. Jillian is every cliche of a Librarian. Stick thin. Drab hair pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head. Skirt to mid calf and billowing around her as she moves. White blouse under a half buttoned cardigan. Dish water blue eyes. Behind thick glasses, of course.
Without acknowledging me she dropped a small pile of books on my desk and left. By the time I realized that one of books were not meant for me it was too late and she was out of sight.
"Crap" I muttered to myself. I would have to get the book back to the front desk. Oh well.
The book was an old one. Bound in leather of some sort. The cover had an embossed profile of a woman. She was very obviously female. Her profile looked like a upper case P. Yeah, just like that: P.
Look; I'm a boob man. Always have and always will be. So the cover was interesting and I opened it up to see what it was about.
What it was about was about a long time ago. It was not written in any script I'd ever seen. A little like ancient Hebrew. Or older. But for some reason it seems to make sense to me. Almost like I could hear it in my head as I'm looking at it.
It seemed to be a collection of prayers or entreatments. It was only about 50 pages long. By the time I get to the last couple of pages my mouth is moving in sync with the sounds in my head. I'm mumbling under my breath as I find parts that I can sort of read when someone asks me what I want.
"What is it that you seek, young man?" the voice asked.
"Huh?" I had thought I was alone. I looked around, there was no one there.
"I asked what is it that you seek, Sirrah." Sirrah? I still didn't see anyone.
"Wha,” I never was the quickest guy around. "Who's there?"
"God! You summoned Me! Get to the point." I heard frustration in the voice now.
I summoned? Me?
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about and I still can't see you!" There's that quick witted response I was so famous for.
"You red from the book. You summoned me. What is it that you seek?" The lights flickered and went out.
"There was a time I could have darkened the Sun!" The voice said. It sounded peeved. "How many years have passed?"
"Um, I have no idea?" I ventured.
"Let me explore." I got the feeling of being alone but only for a few moments. Then the Presence was back.
"Alright. I'm up to date. Here's the 411. You have summone
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