G'morning, I guess.
Yes, it's the beginning of the week, and the fact that we are here for it is A Good Thing. Dear Wife is, slowly, very, recovering in part from her recent ordeals of pretty invasive medical exams. Not in great shape, but that hasn't been the case for more than a few years, but better than she was around 1 p.m. last Friday. THAT was tough, truly. We don't publicize it, much. Close family, and not even all of them, have an idea of what is going on. A few at church, and some very close friends. That's about the extent of it.
But she feels well enough this morning to go next door very shortly and "watch" the Great-Niece and mom goes off to work for half a day. Mom, wife's niece, is VERY pregnant, due in about 3 weeks or so (if she goes to term, which I doubt), so she's cut way back on her work schedule (and their income). They have her doing some things that need to be done, but aren't as physically taxing as other things. And she's good at it, which makes a difference.
But I'm not feeling all that great either. I keep going, because I have to take care of Dear Wife. But I'm dragging, frankly, and set about on all sides with apprehensions of doom and despair. I'm prone to some of that anyway, but some of the things I'm seeing out of these eyes are all too much like long-remembered bad dreams that end in bad ways. Some are darn near identical. The Lord is still here, and He is running this show, but the dread does not go away. Neither do some of the aches in bad places.
We have a follow-up set for 4 weeks from now to see about the test results from the last few weeks. Have to wait until the next retirement check hits, so as to pay the $40 co-pay for the visit. Another real aspect of our life.
Sometimes it's all too easy to become morose and dejected. I try to fight that off, but sometimes, like now, the actual situations amplify and confirm the mind-set. Working on that, as I have been for quite some time. This too shall pass.
The passage today in the Old Testament is chapters 6 and 7 of 1st Chronicles. Again, strange names of people, places, and families. If you recall, the Jews were the descendants of the patriarch Israel, original name Jacob. His sons had sons, and they in turn did. 400 years of bondage in Egypt, and then 40 years in the Exodus added to the numbers, but the lines were all within a tribe composed of the descendants of the original children of Israel. When they came to the Promised Land, the land was split up with one tribe here, another there, and so on. So, for example, the Danites were in one section. And then, within the tribal lands, the territory was further sub-divided by clan and family. So some of this was to define who was who, and where they were. It sounds odd in our mobile world, even to me who has lived in many places, currently in my sixth state since around 1988. But in parts of Europe, like Italy for example, the same family line has lived in that same house, with hte same cousins on either side or across or down the street, for a century, and often far longer.
Seems odd, but it worked. And that record of the genealogies was meticulously kept, even through the Babylonian captivity, and the Roman rule. The records were kept in the Temple complex, and were safe until the destruction of the Temple by the Romans.
I Chronicles 7
The portion in the New Testament continues with verses 21-36 in the 8th chapter of the Gospel of John. Again, this is Jesus in Jerusalem, during the commanded presence during the feast of Tabernacles, Succoth. He is speaking, and causing a fuss.