A joyous Sunday is wished upon all.
This is, of course, the next-to-last Sunday in the month of November. The "day" part of our 24-hour stretch is calculated to be 9 hours 44 minutes, and we're losing around 2 minutes of daylight every day. With 32 days left until 21 December, the date of the Winter Solstice and approximately (not exactly) the shortest day of the year, it gets to be more and more like living in a darkened cave. Better than at the North Pole though. So we will take it and be glad. Somehow.
Wife was miserable most of yesterday and last night was no gem either. We're getting by, but it's not our every dream come true. I know full well that there is a purpose to all of this, even if I can't see it. Am not the one driving this bus, but I trust the One who is.
I've announced and kept to a step back from all of the social media stuff. It's become a swamp that consumes much time and attention, and all too often yields little more than contrived drama, remarkable levels of misunderstanding, and little else. I got into it when Wife signed me up, telling me only afterwards, and as a means of keeping up with far-flung friends, family, former co-workers and fellow church members scattered around the world, it's OK. As a means for coming to useful agreements, not so much. I have other things to do, ones that a world-class introvert such as I , is more at ease with.
Wife also has a birthday this coming weekend, a week from yesterday. Naturally, I'll accuse her of being 29. Dare not do otherwise. She has been such a blessing to me and to so many others for so many years.
The Old Testament reading for the day is chapters 20 and 21 of the book of Ezekiel
The reading in the New Testament is chapter 1 in the book of James.
James is and has long been controversial in some quarters. Martin Luther, for one, didn't like it and said so, openly and often.