Very last hours of June, and they are slipping away. June, and the first half of the year, near enough. And entering the last of the months with short names. I realize it's weird, probably, but I do not like and have never liked the months with long names. The names that end in -ber (reminds me of "brrrr") or -ary. Just don't. Probably never will. Don't like March much either. I'm a Spring person, and always will be, even now in the autumn of my life. Not much to harvest, which is a bitterness and a reproach on me and a generally wasted life. But I still have it, life, for a while at least.
Wife made the phone calls looking for a decent-at-low-cost dental surgeon. About three years ago, right after her Disability FINALLY kicked in, she was to a dental surgeon who removed almost all of her teeth in both jaws, leaving five in the lower jaw, front. One -- at least -- is bad and Must come out. Now we wish we'd had all of them out back then, we'd not have this issue now. But we didn't know that at the time.
She was, finally, able to find the oral surgeon who was both on our insurance plan AND had an opening before September. It is, in fact, the same one who did her work back in 2014. As a "returning patient', she did/does have a bit of an "in". So, they got a spot for us. July 18th. NOT exactly "today", but certainly an improvement over September. So we have that on the schedule.
Bad thing, is that we were scheduled to go that very day to our first appointment with what we hope will be our new Primary Care doctor, to succeed the one who scrammed out of town. The appointments would have been about 45 minutes apart and 10 miles apart (not counting the delays exacted by traffic signals orchestrated by rabid cockroaches which can confidently be estimated to add roughly 40% to that travel time, and often more). So we then had to re-schedule the Primary Care visit to later that same week. So, on Tuesday, the oral surgeon. On Wednesday, the rheumatologist. On Friday, the Primary Care. The following Tuesday, the new enocrinologist.
And I am the chauffeur throughout. I dearly want to go back to work. This sort of thing is what prevents it.
Rain last night, with storms. Rain today, ditto. Guess I won't be painting that table outside today after all. Might be this coming Wednesday before I can.
Two songs of the day, both came to mind during the night and the early pre-dawn hours
Abide With Me.
Need I say more? Yes, "I need Thy presence every passing hour" as it says. Not something we can argue, is it? Abide with me, no matter what. As this other version (sorry for the ad at the start) shows on the screen, this was written as the author was dying of tuberculosis, and watching a sunset, not only of the day but of his life on this earth. This is a song of those who have walked with the Lord and are intimate with him, through it all.
This is, by the way, one of the most loved and best-known hymns. It was even a favorite of Mahatma Ghandi. And has been played and sung at quite a few funeral services.
Rock of Ages
I break a lot of the songs and hymns of the faith into two groups. The one group is songs about the Lord. The other is songs and praises TO the Lord. These two fall primarily in that second group.
Both are, of course, old favorites, the ones that sometimes become part of us, and are there to come to mind when needed. Both of them, in their own ways, cries of the heart, which is what many of our favorites are.
Our reading from the Old Testament is chapters 19 and 20 of Job.
Our New Testament passage is verses 23-43 in chapter 9 of the Acts of the Apostles.
I've heard TV preachers tell the viewers that a decision for Christ (or at least support of that preacher) will inevitably make you wealthy and happy and health and all of that. It's a lie, and has always been a lie. A "go along to get along" with the world may be many things, but Christianity it's not.
And we do wrong to seek happiness. JOY is another matter, but one can have joy in the midst of miserable circumstances.
By the way, get into some maps. These places being named cover quite an area, and travel was by no means fast, easy, or safe. Tarsus, for example, is now in Turkey, about 24 kilometers from the Mediterranean Sea. Lydda is now called Lod, and is about 15 km from Tel Aviv, Israel. Joppa is a port city in Israel now called Jaffa.
These are places generally reached on foot, over bad roads infested with bandits, and there's no Motel 6 hand, and, as carriers of a foreign and controversial religion, probably wouldn't be lodging overnight in the homes of believers nor of member of far-flung synagogues. Yet they not only persevered, they grew!