Not a good night for Dear Wife. After I got up at 05:45 to feed cats, etc. and try to get going, she finally lapsed into a deep sleep, first she'd had all night. She's still asleep, though at least one cat is in there curled up to give her warmth and some emotional support for both of them. I don't pretend to understand, never will. I got up and did the "morning routine" stuff. Made a tin of muffins for us, but probably over-baked them a bit. Taste good anyway.
She'd promised to cut my hair today: I haven't been to a real barber since around 2003, saves a bit of money over the last 13-1/2 years. That was the same guy, by the way, who had given Elvis Presley his first military haircut. Fred has passed on now, but his son is the mayor of that little town in western Arkansas. Some of those people who, had it not been for our having careened across half the United States, we'd have never met. That was back in Arkansas, which was both before and after sojourns in east Tennessee, and before our time in Alabama, before our move back to Ohio.
So, perhaps, I'll get some hairs cut. Starting to look like Jeremiah Johnson, or the like. At least one of our neighbors cuts his OWN hair, which I'm not quite ready to do. I guess that if you put the right size "comb" on the clippers and do the whole thing at a uniform length, it's OK. Not quite ready for either an all-over buzz cut, or shaving it as one does. Of course, if I lose much more, it'll be an option. I've seen photos of my dad at age 30 (before I was born) and he was essentially bald, a receding hairline that took most everything back to the "crown". I'm a good bit past 30 now, and still have more than he did, so I should be grateful. I guess. And, yes, mom cut his hair, and the rest of us boys' hair as well. Money was well beyond tight.
The news this morning is already full of woe, and rancor, and troubles. I guess it was ever thus, but it can wear one down. Certainly can't really be permanently fixed by human efforts, we have thousands of years of history to confirm that.
The Old Testament reading this morning is chapters 9, 10, and 11 of the Genesis.
Been quite a lot here in just a few days. From the Creation, to the Fall, to Cain and Abel, to the Flood, and the Tower of Babel. And now we see Shem and his descendants including Abram - later to be renamed Abraham -- and his wife Sarai, later to be Sarah. The ancestors of many. But we also see the start of the Canaanites, and many others who will be present later in the records. The results of the other two sons of Noah, Ham and Japeth, are and have long been subjects of speculation and controversy. I don't pretend to know the truth of the matter, and perhaps it is not all that important in the chain of events that leads to the Christ, and to our world today. I dimply do not know, and doubt that anyone living really does.
The New Testament passage is chapter 4 of the Gospel of Matthew.
Jesus, having been baptized by John and confirmed by the Spirit, is tempted. And resists the tempter. Great success events are often immediately followed by the attacks of the devil. Even Jesus, so don't be surprised.
And then He begins calling His disciples. I don't think they'd woken that morning expecting that. Possibly they had heard of Him, hard to tell. But note something: it records that when He called, they IMMEDIATELY left whatever they were doing, and leaving their whole life and world behind them, abandoned all to follow Him. That's still the model. Easy to say, hard to do.