One of the few bright spots in our world is that in just one week, the 2016 election cycle should be over. Not the after-action fights and recriminations and all that, but the election day itself will be past. Like most others, I have my own beliefs and preferences and stances, but the level of vitriol this time has ennobled no one. I thought we were better than this. I was wrong, apparently. Not for the first time, probably not for the last. We currently live in an area that has long been notorious for official corruption, it's often been nicknamed "little Chicago" in fact, in recognition of that sad reality. Yet I am equally skeptical of the "good government" movements, having seen several quickly become at least as bad as what they were proposing to overthrow, just a change in cast members. The Biblical admonition of "place not thy faith in princes" (see Psalm 146:3 and 118:8) seems to be one that should be on the door of every city hall, state legislature, and certainly the nation's capital.
Yet the other pursuits of humans seem about as pointless. We seem to live in a society that places what I view as undue interest in games and sports and entertainment. Living where we do, an hour's drive from Cleveland (Ohio, not Tennessee), the news has been full for weeks about the Cleveland Indians baseball team and the World Series and league championship efforts. Earlier in the year, it was the Cleveland Cavaliers NBA basketball team and their championship. Likewise the attention paid to sports at the Little League, high school, and college levels. Or the somewhat less popular sports like ice hockey and such. Or the horse track gambling. Or the like. I've seen brawls, some drunken, some not, in disagreements over one team or another. Fights, including with fisticuffs, even within families, and sometimes fueled with alcohol.
Games can be fun. They're a poor thing to build one's life around, but I see it almost daily. "Bread and circuses" seemed to be a recipe for suppressing internal breakdown in the late era of the Roman Empire. We seem to be following that same path, in more than one way.
Dear Wife is next door "watching the great-niece as mom is off to work her part-time 2-day-per-week job. She had almost no sleep last night: she'd had a migraine-level headache in the late evening so took one of those "migraine relief" over-the-counter headache pills before retiring. Read the label on one some time: they're LOADED with caffeine. Even for her, even for both of us who've been swilling coffee in vast quantities for more than 30 years, that had an effect, and she barely slept. Now she's trying to oversee an "active" 3-1/2 year old child. Going to be a long day.
The Old Testament study today is chapters 36 and 37 of Jeremiah.
Being a prophet of the Lord, meaning not necessarily foretelling but forth-telling, passing on the Lord's message, is not and never has been a calling without some bumps in the road. Here's a pretty good example. On the other hand, being shut up in prison probably saved his life when the end came.
The New Testament study is the short letter to Philemon.