A bit quiet here. I had fully intended to run across town today and give some help in moving things around in a warehouse that a locally-based Christian mission into east Africa has. Didn't. Dear Wife is having a bad day, she's trying to nap again right now, and I hardly dare leave her. Normally, her niece next door could come over if there's a sudden problem, but she's been gone most of the day and in any event she's pregnant, due in about two weeks in fact, so anything strenuous or emotionally stressful is a bad idea. And I'm still, after well over a month, still limping and in pain in the foot, an injury incurred at the last occasion I was helping out there. I'm doing a few around-the-house things (have 5th load of laundry in the washer now, and getting ready to do dishes by hand as ever), but am not up to very much myself, something I truly do not like.
Something has to give. I hope.
=======>>> long break. I was "volunteered" to help Niece plant some tomatoes and stuff in the joint garden. So a break of several hours. As I limp in pain across the ground. Fun. I like growing things, and like many in our clan, when growing up we had HUGE gardens, there to raise all -- or nearly all -- of the food we'd eat for the next year. Buying canned or frozen stuff was not an available option. We're not that much into it, not at our age and conditions, but I still think that homegrown is the way to go if at all possible. Last year's take wasn't great, so the plot got moved.
And I'm about done in.
The Old Testament passage is 2nd Chronicles 7, 8, and 9. The high point. The Lord spoke to Solomon, and warned him. The reading ends with the death of Solomon, and the ascension to the throne of his son, Rehoboam. Which son proceeded hastily to undo much of his father's and grandfather's work. And the Lord's warnings will quickly come to pass. But then, his mother, one of Solomon's MANY wives, was an Ammonite. That was a people group that the Hebrews, certainly to include the king, should have had NO involvement with, certainly not in marriage.
II Chronicles 8
II Chronicles 9
The New Testament reading today is verses 1-17 in chapter 13, Gospel of John.
The Last Supper. Need I say more? That evening, and the several days following, are among the most intense and meaningful since the Fall. In many ways, I'm glad that I wasn't there. Not sure that I would have handled things even as well as the Apostles did, and I'm sure that they often looked back at this time. Couldn't have been easy.
Bringing me to a song of the day. "I Wish I Could Have Been There". First heard this done by the Specks at real close range. I was part of the backing vocal crew for them, a good experience, and the song stayed with me. Ever wish you "could have been there" when the thousands were fed, when Jesus healed the sick, raised the dead, proclaimed the Good News? Sure. But it was the same ones who saw that who fled like cockroaches, or, worse, were in the crowd crying "crucify Him!". I might well have done as badly.