Happy Friday! For our Jewish friends, this day has particular meaning as Shabbas begins at sundown. And for our still-gainfully-employed friends, some of you at least, this is the last "get-up" of the week. The weekend is almost upon us. Some of our fellows will, of course, mark the moment with prayer and praise and study of the Word. Others will mark it with various sorts of bad behavior, alcohol, "recreational pharmaceuticals", and "meaningful overnight relationships" with persons whose legal names they may not know. I've been around all of those, though not in Temple I'll admit. The bad behavior I don't miss, and am frankly ashamed of. The sense of release at the end of the "normal" work week I do miss, terribly, and the paycheck too. Oh, well.
Wife is doing a teeny bit better, perhaps the high-potency antibiotics are starting to have some effect. She did get some decent sleep last night (so I did also) which was very welcome. And the cats let me sleep in until 05:45, which is quite late for them. Wife's in recliner, pillows elevating her feet even more, having had an egg (evil things they are!) and coffee and the morning's dose of antibiotic. Littlest cat at my feet, with some sort of noise-producing toy going, the two boy cats snoozing on our bed, resting up from yesterday's naps and their breakfast.
I am hoping to do some pre-winter-freeze work around the house today and during the weekend, in a brief "warm" period before snow hits. Three years ago, right after our move from the Deep South, we'd already had SNOW on the ground. None of that yet, but it's coming and the coming winter season is predicted to be unusually cold, bitter, and snowy, even by local standards. I hate winter, always have. Cousin of mine posted something on social media the other day expressing the same beliefs (and she has never lived out of the area), referring to it as "seasonal affective disorder". I'd not heard the term before, I guess it means "hates snow and cold", which sounds like good sense, not a disorder of any kind.
And, as you will see, the readings for the day, notably meaning the Old Testament passage from Jeremiah, only add to that. I see the world around me and nearly despair. Then I look at the time around Jeremiah's ministry, and note what was going on and happening even then, and see the similarities, and realize that the same sort of disaster and judgment then, fully deserved, can happen again. I fear that it will.
The Old Testament passage today is chapters 23 and 24 of Jeremiah. Note well the asides in 24: judgment and disaster were already going on. As foretold. As he, and those before him, had warned. And were ignored at best, and often persecuted for it. Some things have not changed, have they?
The New Testament reading is chapter 2 of 2nd Timothy