Is it me or is this month flying by? Seems like just a few days ago we had snow on the ground, now, we're nearly halfway through the year, nearly out of June. We have rain falling today, which is better than snow: we don't have to shovel rain. But a look at the weather map just now showed we're actually on the leading edge of a massive storm system that extends up into Ottawa, Canada and goes down SW into the Gulf Coast of Louisiana. Guess I don't have to water the garden, and we don't have a foot or more of standing water as is the case in some places. Including several places where we used to live, and other places where friends and extended family still do live.
Wife is on the recliner, having taken the first of her four big doses of antibiotics for the day. The pain in the infected tooth has reduced, a bit, and the swelling the adjacent gum and jaw is down a teeny bit. The pain the the general area of the jaw has NOT gone down, and that whole area is warm, indicating that the infection is still present. Making some progress, I think, but we're not done yet. That series of the antibiotics is set to run through next Tuesday morning, more than a week of this, which indicates the severity of the situation. We did contact the dentist office this morning to advuse that the insurance issue has been fixed, per the company's call. So, after her Disability check hits Tuesday some time, we'll have the $350 for the co-pay that her procedure will run. And we have an appointment for Thursday next. Best they could do, so we'll take it.
No, this ain't fun, trust me.
Her cats get ALL upset when there are storms. Makes them all nervous and unhappy. Especially the "boys", even though they have been "indoor cats" since birth. They have no practical experience with storms, but they are still weird when we get them. Plain falling rain isn't a Big Deal, but storms are. I've no idea why, but I do know that they come running for assurance when they hit.
Reminds of those times when I've been arrogantly self-assured and feeling downright mighty. Until the storms of life hit. Then, on my knees, eventually anyway. Wiser man might have been there all along. You'd think I'd be smarter than a house cat, but the results don't always show that.
Our Old Testament reading is chapters 7, 8, 9, and 10 of the book of Esther, completing it.
Esther carried out her utterly improbable assignment well, and the Jews in the Captivity were rescued from certain death by order of the great emperor Xerxes, whose name we also still remember.
Those, notably the evil Haman, didn't do so well. The Jews celebrate the feast of Purim to this very day (this year it ran from sundown on 11 March to sundown on 12 March, next year it begins on 1 March). One of the traditional foods served is a cookie shaped like Haman's 3-pointed hat, and called a "Hamantash". You can find the recipe here.
Not too bad a legacy for an orphaned Jewish girl in desperate circumstances, essentially a slave in a far-off and very hostile land and environment, is it? Remember, "God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform"? True then, true now as well.
Our New Testament reading is chapter 6 in the Acts of the Apostles.
Some interesting things going on here. One of those things is the establishment of the role of the church deacon. Way Back When, as I was being ordained into that role, this passage was part of our background. The role is as a servant. Now, in that particular congregation (in the Southern Baptist Convention, and a very small congregation in it), that role pretty much became synonymous with Trustee and, to an extent, Elder as well. The role is servant. Period.
The other thing going on here is the appearance and conduct of Steven, who was one of those first deacons. Yes, he was a servant, and served in that role. But his role, and that of others too, was broader than that. Yes, he spoke the word of God, and boldly. Went through some heavy HEAVY opposition as a result, but there were results of his boldness that echo through the centuries to this very day. Both of my grandfathers were named Steven. (OK, in the one case it was spelled Stephen, but it passes, right?). Never met either one, passed over before my birth. But I like to think that they were like this Steven. Perhaps.