Happy Tuesday, I guess. The alarm went off at 05:45, the app on the phone said we were at 41°. Neither was my every dream come true, but it is what it is.
Dear Wife is next door with the Great-Niece. Taking her some coffee shortly. Probably taking the Little One to the "story time" event at the public library later. We shall see.
Weird frame of mind this morning. I have an old hymn playing in the background, one I hadn't heard in many MANY years. Rescue the Perishing. This is one of those old Frances Crosby hymns from more than a century ago. You may hear her more often called by the name Fanny Crosby. Hers is an interesting story. She was blind, nearly from birth. A terrible thing, right? Well, ok. Her blindness kept her from being able to do most of those things thought of as "women's work". But she used the time well. She is credited with writing 8,000 hymns. Eight THOUSAND! Not a bad production for a life, in my humble opinion. Some are obscure. Some, like this one, have largely "fallen out of fashion", they don't work well with the sort of atmosphere some churches seem to favor. The next time you have a church hymnal within reach, look in the back in the section that shows the various hymns listed by author. Not bad, huh? One of the phrases of approval that my Amish relatives sometimes use of someone is, "she did what she could", meaning to the best of her ability. Well, Fanny Crosby did what she could. Wish I could say as much.
And the message of this hymn is a timeless one. Those around us, those without Christ, are dying, whether they know it or not.
Our portion in the Old Testament continues in 1st Samuel, with chapters 25 and 26. Saul is still chasing David around, gets brought up short, again. Publicly repents. Again. David kept clear anyway, which was wise.
Many of the Psalms were written by David. And a good number of them were composed during this time, when David was on the run constantly, running for his life, avoiding the king yet not seeking his death.
I Samuel 26
Our reading in the New Testament is verses.19-31 from chapter 16 in the Gospel of Luke.
This was a real slap in the face to the religious leaders of the day. And they knew it.