Whatever good system the founding fathers of America established is hardly, if at all, recognizable today. "Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" are no longer American values, except for a twisted version of the last one. Today is not a day of celebration. It ought to be of mourning. Christians are thankful to have true life in Christ, freedom from sin and its eternal consequences because of the Cross, and the possession of irrepressible joy in the Holy Spirit. These are the real reasons for celebration.
Two days without opening up my laptop. Must be an all-time record. I did check email on the iPad, watch notices flow by (without response) on the smartphone, but no serious engagement with anyone. Motive: a bug in the old organic system called the body. Not completely conquered as of today, but at least said system is up and about, anxious to live and move and breathe.
Here in the Urbanova congregation this is the month of the family, for our messages. Last Sunday, on that first couple to be created. Today, the roles of husband and wife.
So that people don't freak out, on the 23rd, we'll talk about Jesus' physical family. What should I say about them?
Much font search and experimentation today. That ought to do me for the rest of the year.
What is our life but a vapor, but a vain attempt to drive down a stake to hold us here, when every connection to earth will soon be broken?
Heaven and earth and hell are in the hands of God, and every creature, man himself and all his plans and dreams.
An original verse: The name of man and all his fine devices / Avail him nothing, neither his sacrifices.
A Bible verse: "Then I confessed my sin; I no longer covered up my wrongdoing. I said, 'I will confess my rebellious acts to the Lord.' And then you forgave my sins" Psa 32.5.
Tomorrow is a city holiday, so it's the beginning of a long weekend for many folks here. I've worked out at the gym three days this week, so I've gotten my minimal time in. Minimal by my mind's measure. If all goes well tomorrow afternoon, I'll have taught three Bible studies since Wednesday. Plus other stuff. The study tonight started at 10 pm, at the gym.
Times are when we must work in the fog, and slog through the mud, having only a general sense of the right direction and little notion of progress.
From Cory C.'s blog. Quite a worthy read.
Houses here have water tanks in the attic. We contracted to have ours cleaned Sat. The scare is that the water is now unfit to drink or use on the body, since our tank is disintegrating. Our contract guy is going to pull water in directly from the street on Tues. Which means no showers until then, just buckets and pans of water from the one outside tap that comes directly from the street.
O Soul, God's blessings in this life are good and pleasant. He gives you enjoyment in so many ways. Yes, life is hard, and suffering at times seems to overwhelm. But most of life's activities contain the potential for joy. So do not let troubles keep you from what is good. All must be done within the confines of divine permission, of course. But God made life to be pleasurable. Now, how much more pleasurable will eternal life be? Do nothing that will put your celestial inheritance at risk. Do everything to guarantee God's approval on the last day. Lock in on your goal, and enjoy the ride!
Bible study cancelled tonight. So some downtime is good. Maybe I'll go to bed early. Am I getting older, needing more sleep now?
Rained all day today. I'm good with that, since it keeps the heat down. Had lost my old camo-patterned umbrella, so I bought another one today from the papelaria on the plaza. Not exactly cheap, but looks to be a tad better quality, and larger, too.
An old leak in the side roof at the office has started again. Add it to the one in the top roof on the other side. Time to leave, for sure.
Dive to the greater depths, where flow the mercies of God unimpeded. O Soul, the surface is tossed and unstable. You were meant to live profoundly. Grapple with the great truths of Christ. Wrestle the angel of blessing to the ground. Stretch your spiritual muscles until they ache and throb. Dip your finger into the cold life-stream of the Holy Spirit. In the forge of faith are born the souls victorious. Be one of them. Press through in trust and hope. Refuse the lie of sight. To circumstance be blind, so that you may see the glorious light of heaven which bids you rise and gain the prize.