Happy Friday to all. Not much going on here. Well, a little bit. Dear Wife's nephew (sister's son) had his birthday yesterday. They're having a cookout over there this evening and so we are going. We are planning to take a raft of "refrigerator pickles", a dish that will be made up after Dear Wife completes the nap she's in the middle of now. And so we'll go over. Nephew and his wife and their two kids, niece and her husband and their daughter, my sister-in-law and her husband (that the kids call "dad" because he's tried to be and their sperm donor father hasn't EVER been a part of their lives though his dad has made attempts), and us. Burgers and chips and pasta salad and the like. And mosquitoes, probably lots and lot of mosquitoes. They life not far from a river that feeds into the Ohio River, definitely navigable and with the pools and flats and such, provides a dandy breeding grounds for armies and battalions of mosquitoes and other rotten creatures. What fun.
Still trying to put something together for Sunday. I've been asked to take a stint as the Bible teacher at the church. I enjoy it, perhaps those attending get something out of it. I've been in such roles across four states now, but normally have a prepared lesson that I can build upon. Now, no. Makes a difference.
The morning's Old Testament reading completes Song of Solomon with chapters 6, 7, and 8. As said before, this was a part of Scripture that we NEVER heard as I was growing up, and frankly not much since then. I can see why -- not quite what I'd want to be presenting to certain age groups. Now, I hope that it is obvious that it goes much deeper than that.
Song of Solomon 7
Song of Solomon 8
The evening's New Testament reading is chapter 1 of Paul's Epistle to the Galatians. There is a lot of meaty stuff here, throughout.