Saturday already! It does not seem possible, but then this week has passed in a blur of activities, many that I did not anticipate (or desire) and I'm not sure just what we have to show for it. We about collapsed last night, I know that much. Around 06:00, a small (well, not so small) gray cat was "washing" my nose, performing the service of an "alarm cat". And a small (again, no longer quite so small) black one was dancing on my feet, performing the same "service". Meaning that sleep was only a forlorn hope, so I got up, walking over cold tile floor in bare feet, to get their breakfast, the real object of the whole exercise. Sleeping in was, obviously, very much out of the question.
And then discovered that, despite being plugged into a charger all night, my phone was D-E-D dead.
In our sojourn yesterday at the hospital, my good charger and cable vanished, somehow. And apparently the charging transformer that I'd plugged a brand new cable into, was one of those 1.0 amp ones that will, in time, charge a headset. But nothing else. So, with the "services" running in the background, the charging actually lost ground. And we were dead. I scrambled around finding another block and cable, and got it plugged in.
Then, while we were having breakfast, Wife informed me that we had a Required Presence in just over an hour. The Great-Niece was enrolled in some sort of dance class run at the nearby community center, and there was a recital at a nearly empty mall nearby, and we Must Attend. So we went. Utterly boring to me, but great stuff for the women and the dads and grand-dads. I've never understood dancing or the attraction of it, and seeing 4-year-olds trying to be prima ballerinas really doesn't do much for me. But I kept my opinions to myself (for once). Oh, and phone was at 13% charge when we went in. I used it not one bit. And it was down to 7% when we came out. Weird, and I have to spend some time dealing with some of the things that it does without my consent.
But it is OK, I guess. Wife is snoozing, foot and ankle all pained and swollen from being on that bad joint, more walking than she normally does. We've been through some "stuff", but the Lord has carried us through, despite what frequently looked like an impossible situation. I guess He hasn't forgotten how to do that, you think?
And we just got word that Wife's sister, after major surgery noon yesterday, has been deemed fit to be released and is already at home.
Two songs for the day. Neither one is technically a hymn, but that's ok.
Dwelling in Beulah Land. The word "Beulah" is sometimes a proper name, but it is also used as a reference to the Heavenly Zion, the Promised Land if you will. No, this world is not "Beulah" in either sense, but in another sense that is where our real citizenship is. In a sense, we live in both. There are many recordings made of this song, and we frequently heard it in our years living in the South. I like it. The congregational singing version of it is here
OK, make that three songs. Forgive me? This is Squire Parsons, with Sweet Beulah Land. Can you tell that I have something on my mind?
And then, there is Canaanland Is Just In Sight. Ever want to just give up, give in, roll over and die? Do you know anyone who hasn't been so tempted? Ever? I don't. This world and all its pain and sorrow, sin and despair, can do that. Been there. Skirt the margins of it quite often. But the things of our faith also remind of the times that the Lord, often through His people, has brought victory out of defeat, joy out of sadness, life out of death, healing out of hopelessness. He still does it. The story of the Exodus, including the Passover, is one of those. And I refuse to believe that it is mere coincidence that the Crucifixion and Resurrection of the Lord Jesus, occurs right at the same time as the Passover. Moses, guided by the Lord, brought a whole nation out of slavery in a far-off land, to the place where they could see what the Promised Land was. Moses did not succumb to despair. Neither should we.
Our Old Testament passage today is chapters 4, 5, and 6 of 2nd Samuel.
Saul is dead. So is Jonathan. Some of the other sons and hangers-on are not. Some of the general hangers-on are still around too, more than a few trying to curry favor with the new regime.
What is interesting also is the latter part of chapter 6. (And keep in mind my earlier comments about danicing, ok?). The ark is coming into Jerusalem. And David, the king, is leaping and dancing around the cart as the Ark is being conveyed. Some, including one of his wives, disapproved.
Now, I grew up in a denomination that thought dancing was evil. And as a good Baptist these days, I am still part of such a tradition. The old joke was "Baptists are opposed to sex because they believe it leads to dancing". Which is sort of funny, but also captures part of the general disapproval. But I happened to be watching TV one day, quite a number of years ago, when David Jeremiah's program came on, and he addressed this very issue. He, like I, had grown up in a tradition that was so opposed to dancing of any kind, that there were attempts -- and there still may be -- to redefine what David was doing as being something else. Jeremiah said, "I've made a very careful word study on this. He danced." I guess that if David the king could abandon pretenses of dignity in order to be excited for the Lord, perhaps we can say "Amen" out loud and not be in too much trouble. You think?
II Samuel 5
II Samuel 6
The New Testament reading is verses 18-43 from chapter 18 in the Gospel of Luke.
Jesus is en route to Jerusalem and the Cross. But on the way, He was also teaching that our citizenship must be in Heaven, not in this world, and that we do wrongly to heed and love this world more than we do the Lord. And, yes, it's "natural" to do so.