💓💖 to all.
Valentine's Day. Love to all.
Dear Wife is next door with the great-niece. We had, well, SHE had, planned some sort of a special day for both the great nieces, for today. Program has been halted, the Little One has infections in both ears, feels lousy, and really should not be going outside at all. So, no thing at McDonald's, no "story time" at the library, no nothing. Wife was given a $5 gift certificate by the staff at the clinic where she did the "sleep study" last week, to be used at a Dunkin Donuts, so it appears that I'll be going on a Mission shortly. Little One, and Wife too, like the color pink, so I hope they'll have some pink donuts available. Not the most romantic setting one can imagine, but it's not so bad. Making memories with the Little One, and with Wife as well.
The one thing that I do frankly dislike about these days of her being the 'watcher", is that we both have to rise very early. As in, the alarm goes off around 05:30 or so, and I have to get up, help her get ready, feed cats, do a whole lot of "stuff". Seems to me that someone who is officially retired ought to be able to sleep in until, perhaps, 06:00 or so. Nope. I'm reminded of my dad who would say, "there's no rest for the wicked." (Looking at me for some reason). And then, "and the righteous don't need any". But he grew up on a farm. Of course, his work normally had him up very very early, so any complaints would have fallen on deaf ears. Since I spent many years working two jobs, or being a full-time employee, a part time student, and a full time husband and father, working all kinds of lousy hours, I never did get settled on a routine time to get up or eat or go to bed. Still don't have that internal clock, but the electronic ones do that for me. No rest for the wicked is right.
Heard from an old friend yesterday. Yet another death. In this case, his step-father, the one who had been the primary father figure for him. His biologic dad had maintained contact with him always, no issue there, but he had passed a few years ago, as had my friend's mother. So now, he is like me, the "old guy". Takes some getting used to, and I didn't know how to convey that. This is the same friend whose daughter died last summer, so he's been getting hit hard on all sides. Bill had to take retirement about the same time that I did, courtesy of a massive heart attack that nearly killed him. Going from being a trauma nurse to being a patient in CCU is rough, particularly when you know very well what is going on. Having to watch your daughter slowly die, knowing the issues, is probably even harder.
Our reading in the Old Testament today is chapters 18 and 19 of the book of Leviticus.
This is a lot of instruction in the "thou shalt nots" of life. Some of it sounds like, "we wouldn't do that nasty stuff anyway!" things. Guess again. Take, for example, the prohibitions against sexual relations with close relatives. Think it doesn't happen today? It does. And was pretty common then, actually. By some accounts, an Egyptian pharaoh would as a matter of course have as wife, his own sister. Leads to some weird things genetically. But that sort of close kinship occurs today, particularly among very tribal cultures, most especially among the Arabs. Which may be a contributing factor to some of the weirdnesses in that culture. And was, I understand, pretty common among the Canaanites and other cultures in the lands where the Jews were going. The Lord was -- and is -- very direct that they -- and we -- should not adopt the practices of the peoples of the lands that would be around them. Remember the account of Lot, rescued from the destruction of Sodom? Remember that he took cover in a cave, his daughters seduced him, and both had his children. One of those children was named Moab, from whence came the Moabites. The other child was the ancestor of the Ammonites, both of those tribes were long the enemies of the descendants of Jacob and Israel. From bad beginnings, expect bad results. Still happens.
Our reading in the New Testament is verses 32-66 of chapter 27 in the Gospel of Matthew.
The Crucifixion of our Lord.
They tried to seal the tomb. Didn't work, did it?