Today is the day before Christmas Eve.
The wkrld is filled with wars and rumors of war, of death and hate and hopelessness. Then came the morning.
Off on some of those end-of-the-year errands. And lost in some thoughts. Including those of profound gratitude to those who have been so good to us. Thank you
Our Old Testament reading today is the book of Habakkuk, all three chapters.
Habakkuk is the name of the prophet bringing us this. He was, probably, a professional prophet or perhaps a priest, and this dates to some time around 600 B/C., before the Babylonian invasion that destroyed Jerusalem. The first two chapters are almost a conversation between the Lord and Habakkuk, with chapter 3 being a bit different.
Habakkuk deals with age-old questions, ones we still raise, about why the Lord permits great evil to exist, even to apparently triumph, in the world He made in harm to His people.
The name of the author is an oddity. It is found nowhere else in Scripture. Many of us know people with Biblical names or carry one ourselves. Names like Mark, Daniel, David, Luke, Mary, Sarah, and so forth. Even rarer ones like Homer (my uncle), Jerome, and such. Know anyone named Habakkuk? I know OF one, a family in a church we once attended named their first-born Habakkuk. I suspect that he goes by his middle name.
The New Testament reading is chapter 14 of the Revelation.