Another "fun" day. Dear Wife is next door "watching" the great-niece. Then had call with doctor's office, absolutely had to to in for a blood draw for additional labs before her Friday morning appointment. HAD to be done today, before 3 p.m. Had to. So, we pack up an "active" 4-year-old and set off on a 49-mile round trip. Made worse because a garbage truck managed to do a rollover on a ramp that goes between two of the Interstates we take on these treks. So some rerouting, particularly on the return trip, which again had us going down city streets. That is, when the traffic lights, allowed it. I am personally certain that those persons who set these abominations strictly on a clock are not going to Heaven. But if they are, I wish that may happen soon.
So it's a day to do laundry (I do it all) and such. Have a load going right now in fact. I dragged several of those "space bags" out of the back room, they containing the "summer" clothes. I've packed up one bag of heavy sweaters, etc., all mine. Don't dare touch Dear Wife's, as she makes certain decisions as she goes through them. She has some stuff -- as do I -- that hasn't been worn in years and probably never again will be. Part of our ongoing "downsizing" is letting go of some of this "stuff", but some of these have strong memories attached to them as well, and that makes it hard or impossible to let go. Part of life, I guess.
And the quiet allows some thoughts and reflections. I'm very much an introvert. Can, and have, lived nearly like a hermit at times. Wife and I are both quite capable of sitting side by side for hours and not speaking. Enjoying the company, but having none of the compulsion to yack and yack that some clearly have. When the place is empty but for me, I don't mind a bit.
Yesterday marked the commemoration of the Resurrection. Some call it Easter, others have a strong dislike for the term. Resurrection Sunday works for me, and we avoid the needless rancor.
There are several dates on the Christian calendar. Christmas is one. Palm Sunday another, Easter a third. Pentecost is one that is on many, less so on others. It's June 4th, if you're interested. Our Catholic friends, both Roman and Orthodox, have a much larger array of "special" dates. The non-Catholics (avoiding all the squabbles over the term "Protestant") have just a few, mostly as listed above, plus Thanksgiving and a few other, mostly secular but societal ones.
There is a notable tendency to mark them off the calendar, with the sometimes verbal comment of "well, we did Easter" (or whatever). As if it were of no more import than the day the report cards went out while we (or our kids) were in school. "Well, that's done". I don't like it, and I like it less all the time.
Easter is not just a date on the calendar, coming around once a year and then to be forgotten, and packed away with the bunny ears, plastic eggs, and unused egg dyes. It's supposed to be something far more, and yet we have almost made it trivial. It wasn't trivial to Jesus, nor to the Father, nor to those who saw the empty tomb or encountered the Risen Lord. If we ourselves have, in some fashion, encountered the Risen Lord, that's not something to be packed away for another year. It's supposed to be far more than that. But, too often, it isn't. Our fault. My fault too.
The apostles, knowing the truth, drew upon that sure and certain knowledge for the rest of their lives, and clung to it no matter what. Most had a hard road, and dying in bed at an old age, in comfortable surroundings, was not the final breath for most. They thought it was worth it, because they knew the truth, and let the Lord lead them into whatever situation He wished.
Song of the day: Guide Me, Oh Thou Great Jehovah
This came into my mind last night, and is in a flow that has run through me for months. Guide me Lord, lead me Lord
This is also, informally, the anthem of Wales. This video was recorded in a Welsh church, and some of the singers are singing in the Welsh language.
Our Old Testament portion is chapters 22, 23, and 24 of 1st Samuel.
David is being chased around by Saul, with the intent that David shall die.
I Samuel 23
I Samuel 24
The reading from the New Testament is verses 1-18 of Luke chapter 16