Well, we're back home. We (meaning she) had an 08:30 appointment with our Primary Care doctor at his office, 24 miles each way. Fun. Sort of. This was follow-up from our episode in the Emergency Room the other night. Looks like she does indeed have a gall bladder issue, but not stones. Possibly aggravated by the autoimmune underlying conditions. Anyway, we have a follow-up scheduled, a consult with a internal medicine / surgeon on Monday morning. List of instructions to prepare for same. So Monday is looking to be "fun". Certainly looks a lot as if her gall bladder will be coming out. Not certain, but likely.
We had storms last evening and all night, and drove back and forth through some very heavy rain. But no damage and, amazingly enough, saw no wrecks either. That stretch we travel to make this, along several 4-line divided highways and two Interstate highways, has become notorious for some awful wrecks, even in daylight on dry roads. None today, for which we are thankful. Did see one massive clog, they had the one westbound lane of the Interstate nearest us pretty much shut down during a high traffic period around 09:55, which was bad enough.
So Wife is semi-horizontal on the recliner, pillows under her feet for more elevation, blanket over her for warmth, cat on lap for comfort. We shall see.
I was looking up some old correspondence yesterday and came across something that I'd once shared around, and want to do so again.
The post, from a now-defunct blog, was posted back in mid-2007, and is entitled Air Conditioned Churches or Perseverance of the Saints?
What is it that we most earnestly desire of the Lord? To be forgiven? To be used of Him? For those in trouble, or who need salvation? Or, perhaps, our own comforts? The situation mentioned here is by no means unique. There are places in this world today where the mere possession of a Bible or a portion of one, is a fast track to a gruesome death. Others where it will "merely" mean public floggings, or time in a horrid prison, or the like. I know of a congregation in the New Orleans area whose sanctuary was hit dead-on with a recent tornado which also destroyed the pastor's home. Rebuilding as we speak,in fact. I've been in church buildings in Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Indiana, without indoor plumbing, with an outhouse or two out back, and water for washing provided by a hand-powered pump. And the people were grateful for it. Yet I've also heard great moaning over uncomfortable unpadded pews, bathrooms with cheap toilet paper, the horrors of uncarpeted floors in the sanctuaries. Arguments over the "correct" Bible translation. Or whether one may use a hymnal with "shaped notes" or one with the more standard round ones. Seriously. Where is our attention? On ourselves and our various comforts, or on the Lord and on taking up our cross? I don't like the answer.
Spent some more time yesterday reading and pondering a book I've been into for the last week or two, on The Art of Prayer. It is slow going, because the matter is so terribly important. There are two -- at least -- major failings in the American church today. Discipleship -- or the lack of it -- is one. Prayer, real prayer, is another.
We used to sing the great hymn, Sweet Hour of Prayer. Lovely song. How many people in the church, including all too few pastors and teachers, have NEVER spent a whole uninterrupted 60 minutes with the Lord? How many do so regularly? I've done it, but sadly have not been doing so regularly. Another thing that needs to change.
Our reading today in the Old Testament is chapters 3, 4, and 5 of the Judges.
There is a constant theme throughout the Judges, we see it in verse 1 of chapter 4, but it is found all through. Some things haven't changed, sadly.
The reading in the New Testament is verses 31-50 of chapter 7 in the Gospel of Luke.
As you read it, recall a previous "song of the day", the Alabaster Box. That was inspired by this.