Well. Third week of March, fourth day of Spring. The weathercasters were promising a temperature of 48° today, and 69° tomorrow. That was last night. This morning, the "high" is revised downward to 45°. I see nothing in the 10-day forecast that has us below freezing. We're not out of danger yet, but the signs are hopeful.. We'll take it. (Not that we have much choice in the matter, of course.) Now, that 69 is the warmest that is in the 10-day forecast, but again we'll take it. No snow, in other words. Of course, this puts us into the middle of tornado weather too. Never a dull moment.
Walked Dear Wife over to "watch" the Little One. All of +17° degrees out there. Our friends and former neighbors in west Arkansas are seeing 48 and they're an hour behind us! Our former neighbors in east Tennessee, not quite "in" the mountains but darn close, are seeing 39°. And our one-time neighbors in central Alabama, an hour behind us, are at 54°, going to 76°. I hate cold!!
I had some things planned to do today. Don't know if that will happen. For once, it's me that doesn't feel all that great. We shall see. I'm not sick, as such, or so I think, I just feel drained out. It happens some times.
Dear Wife is over next door with the Great Niece. Had to be over there by 06:50 or so, which makes for an early alarm going off. Several, actually: we've learned to set a second one, and sometimes a third. Just in case. I may run off to the Big Box pharmacy to get my meds that were ready Tuesday afternoon, or I may not. Would give me an excuse to run by the the library -- I can take that slight route deviation -- to return the book that I finished yesterday. I have one on request, and may check on it, but I have 2-1/2 to finish first. Yes, I'm a reader. Always have been, it's a family disease. The kids caught it also, though I don't know if they still do. The library is free. And the system allows me to request books from other branches. I do want to talk to them about the potential for inter-library loan possibilities. There are some things that aren't part of this county-wide system's collection that I'd like to lay hands on, and purchasing is out of the question. So perhaps I'll do it, or just wait a few days. The meds will be held at the pharmacy until next Tuesday I believe, and the "story time" for the Little One is next Tuesday at the library, so I could combine the trips. We shall see. A bit of anomie perhaps.
The one book is another from Max Lucado, GOD'S STORY your story that was on the library shelf. Haven't even opened it, but am looking forward to it.
The other is titled The Art of Prayer , subtitled as "Simple guide to conversations with God", by Timothy Jones. The title alone merits a look. Not sure I like the use of "art" here, but "science" would be worse. I don't believe that there is some sort of "approved" system, an approved technique, a single "right" posture of the body, time of day. etc. Yes, we should treat our walk with the Lord, prayer certainly included in that, as something special, not just something to fit in to our schedule when it's convenient to us. But I don't believe, with apologies to my Jewish friends, that I have to have a special garment on, or be in a special room. Or that this must be done at certain defined times of the day, and no others. I've had some very deep, very important conversations with the Lord during the hour-long commutes I've frequently had. (Not to mention all too many hospital rooms or Emergency Room waiting areas). All alone, and pouring the heart out in pain and confusion and loss. And, sometimes, joy as well. But, as the title here indicates, a conversation. Conversation means two-way, not simply delivering a wish list, beginning and ending with some sort of verbiage that, per some "leaders", somehow obligates the Lord to do your (my) wishes. Many of us, me too, have sometimes gone to the Lord with a long list of needs (wants) , sorrows, concerns, etc. Nothing necessarily wrong with that. How often do we listen to what He has to say? Less often, one suspects. But there are times, times and memories that we carry with us, of when He seemed so close that we could almost -- ALMOST I said -- hear Him speak out loud. Oh, to be in that place forever! Which may just be a harbinger of Heaven, to be intimate with Him for eternity. I could take that! So, I intend to crack that volume later on this morning.
I may be updating this later on today.
Our reading from the Old Testament today is chapters 9 and 10 of the book of Joshua.
War. Lots of war, bloody war. I came out of one of the so-called "peace churches", a denomination that takes the "turn the other cheek" thing very seriously, and has a lengthy history of refusing military involvement at any level, and will indeed pray for those who persecute them, which there's been no lack of, including in the United States: see Woodrow Wilson for one. Records such as this, of truly ghastly war and blood-letting at the Lord's specific commands always did make them uncomfortable, and probably still does. I have very limited contact with most of them any more.
How you see this record is between you and the Lord.
Note that the people made a mistake here with respect to the Gibeonites. Look as you will, I see no sign that they bothered to ask the Lord what He wanted in the case, they relied on their own ideas. Not a good idea, and that is one of those sins that didn't die out with them.
The passage in the New Testament today is chapter 3 in the Gospel of Luke.
Here we see John, the earthly cousin of Jesus, preaching and proclaiming the word of the Lord. And we see Jesus and the baptism of Him.
And, at the end of the chapter, the earthly lineage of Jesus, all the way back to Adam. Remember as you go through all of those weird-sounding names, that every one of them was known to the Lord, every one of them had a part to play, and that the appearance of Jesus was by no means "Plan B". Not at all!