We woke to a semi-sunny 17° here. We are told that we are in the path -- not dead center but certainly in the path -- of a massive winter storm that should hit this evening. Over the 24 hours or so after it hits, we could see up to a foot of snow. New York City and Boston may get 18 inches of the stuff. Would certainly hide how ugly both of them are, and give the "glow-bull warmist snow is a thing of the past! shriek!!" lunatics a moment's pause. Should. Probably won't. So we will hope that we don't lose power here. As of late last night, there were still people in our region who were out of power from last Wednesday's storm. The electric utility linemen (and they are uniformly male, last I looked) are working hard in lousy conditions with little rest and less thanks.
So things may be a bit weird over the next few days.
But a week from today is the first official day of Spring. Doesn't mean bluebirds, daffodils, bare feet, and sunny warm days, but it's progress. I guess.
Dear Wife just took her Humira shot for the week. And called to refill the presciption. Lord willing, that will go through and she'll get another 12-week supply Real Soon Now.
A couple proposed songs of the day:
- Where He Leads Me I Will Follow a lovely and acapella rendition. A very good motto that we should all live by. Another of those "For such a time as this .... to do His will, whatever it is" mottoes. That "wherever" may mean facing the lion's den or the wrath of Pharaoh. Or the disdain of our fellows, or the scorn of the "sophisticated". Or the blades of the Moslems. "I will follow" is easier to say than to do, but worth it.
- 'Til The Storm Passes By of course it fits with our weather forecast. But all of us have gone through the storms of life, lots of us are in the midst of those storms this very moment, and, if the Lord tarries, we will go through others in the future. It comes with the territory. The mistake most of us -- certainly to include Yours Truly -- is to focus our attention on the storm and the issues of the moment. It's natural enough, and of course we need to be sure that in the course of focusing on things Above, we don't walk out in front of a speeding truck. But to focus only on the moment and not on the eternal is also wrong. This is another lovely acapella rendition.
Our reading in the Old Testament for the day is chapters 20, 21, and 22 of Deuteronomy.
There is quite a lot here, of course. I note the last few verses of chapter 21, dealing with a rebellious son. I am personally quite glad that my own parents did not follow that, for I would surely have been taken out and stoned to death. No doubt of that, no doubt whatsoever.
Note too the prohibitions against mixing. No mixing of seeds, which might lead to new species. No mixing of dissimilar fabrics in a garment (which would forbid much of Dear Wife's wardrobe, the ones that are 5% spandex), no mixing of types of animals harnessed, no donkey and horse together which would produce a mule. Like it or not, these commands require discrimination. I know that offends many people. But, like it or not, sometimes discrimination is necessary and good. Listen to the jewelry store ads some time, the ones that say that they are for "the discriminating buyer". Making distinctions is not only not (necessarily) bad, it is quite often a good thing.
Our New Testament reading is verses 26-50 in chapter 14 of the Gospel of Mark.
The Last Supper is concluding. Now the rest of it. The Garden. The Betrayal. The arrest of Jesus. And the flight by all of those who, just a short time previous, proclaimed fealty.