Gray and rainy day. I don't feel too good myself, which is something that doesn't happen all that often. We'd planned to go out to have Wife's "labs" done, but that is being deferred until tomorrow morning. (she'd forgotten and broken her "fast", which is a requirement for the blood work). I'd also planned to attend a Bible study at the church this afternoon, but at this point it's looking to be unlikely. We shall see.
The news, what I choose to see of it, is full of words of doom and disaster, wars, rumors of wars, and sorrow. Probably it was ever thus, Some cheer and smiles would be nice, but such seems to be in short supply. Hopelessness and despair are like mortal diseases of the soul and psyche.
Our Old Testament reading is chapters 8 and 9 of 1st Kings. Solomon has had the Temple built, an elaborate and impressive structure to be sure. Now it is time to commission it, to place therein the Ark of the Covenant in the Most Holy Place, in the place denoted by the Lord Himself. It must have been an awesome thing. The Lord was present in a very special way. That should count for something. Should have been a moment of great joy and import.
Should have been lasting. Wasn't. But the moment was wonderful.
I Kings 9
The New Testament reading is verses 39-56 of chapter 23 in the Gospel of Luke. Jesus has been crucified, largely abandoned, and dies. And is buried. This is true hopelessness for those remaining.