The last Tuesday in July. Lord willing, a week hence will be August.
Scheduled to leave the house VERY soon. Today is yet another doctor appointment for Dear Wife. This will be with a gastroenterologist. It looks like she's suffering from gastritis or something like it. They'd been running tests to make sure she doesn't have a duodenal ulcer, which would not be a good thing. And perhaps, perhaps, they can come up with a good solution to her bouts of what appears to be ulcerative colitis, with all that implies. It's tough having to live on immodium, to always be concerned about the "what if ...?" issues, and all of that. It's been part of her life for some years now. Not the worst thing in the world, but in conjunction with everything else, the constant pain and all of it, it steals much, most, of the joy of living. And that is what troubles me most. Were it not for some of the family connections she gained in our move here, I don't think she wanted live live like this any more, and I probably can't blame her. There are a lot of other people in our world who have a similar outlook on things.
We should never let circumstances steal our joy, but reality, Life, can wear you down.
Yesterday was a tough day for some old friends of mine. It was just a year ago yesterday that their daughter passed on. I'd known her parents longer than they'd known each other. She was in her early 30's and had been battling a chronic genetic disease for many years, and the end was expected but still hard. I can't imagine the pain. There are people all around us going through some very hard circumstances, or who recently have. Be kind. It costs nothing.
And we shall pray our way to and from the doctor. The old chariot is still acting up. After we get back, I still have to go across the state line and --hopefully -- pick up the "orphan drug" whose delivery to the pharmacy was promised for today. And I need to drop some stuff off at the cable TV office, as we cancelled that service more than a week ago.
The Old Testament reading today is Psalms 44, 45, and 46
All of these are important, surely. Look at 44 for example. David is recounting how the message of what the Lord had done for His people was being passed along within the families, and by the fathers at that. Remember that most people couldn't read, and there were no "family Bibles" around. The memory had to be, and was, passed along as part of their heritage. Even to a young shepherd boy like David. I have to admit that his father did a better job of passing that along than I did. These days, we all too often palm that off on the Sunday School, the Youth Pastor, the "pros" in the church. Yes, we will -- sometimes -- give our kids their own Bible when they're old enough to read it: my parents did and so did we. But few emphasize that reading and settle for ensuring that they take it along to church on Sunday. The rest of the time, it's on the shelf. As are ours, all too often. Jesse, David's father, like others, took his responsibility seriously.
And Psalm 46 is a personal favorite of mine. Be a good one to memorize in fact. And the basis for some good music as well, it's been set to music and I've been involved in singing it.
Our New Testament reading today is chapter 25 in the Acts of the Apostles. Paul has been in prison now, a Roman prison, note, for some two years. Providing the unimaginable opportunity to present the Gospel message to quite a spectrum of people, some of whom were converted. And, as you can imagine, this is leading to Paul being sent to Rome, to appear before Caesar. A very long way from Jerusalem or Caesarea or his original home in Tarsus. The long term results of that missionary journey, paid for by the Romans by the way, are still with us. Not bad!