A good day to all. (evening, here, but whatever).
It's been quite a week around here. The high point, probably, being the birth a son to Niece and her husband, the ones that live next door to us. The young one is named Robert. His nickname will, for a while at least, be "RJ". I saw earlier on social media a photo of FOUR generations. There was Robert. And Bob, his son. And Bobby, HIS son. And, now, Robert IV, to be nicknamed "RJ", for Robert, junior. And, yes, all have the same middle name as well. It's a lovely sight. I found myself somewhat in envy. Both of my grandfathers passed away before I was even born. And here was Robert, holding his great-grandson. That's a joy I for one will never know: both of our daughters are not having any kids (which is probably the right decision). The photo was wonderful and very appropriate for Father's Day, which is today.
It is more than a bit painful for me. Our daughters have cut off ALL contact with us, going on two years now. So no cards or calls or anything, as was also the case on Mother's Day last month. It's not easy, it hurts a lot.
And we're having all kinds of storms around here. Quite a few people now without electrical power and it's still raining here, though not quite so violently as earlier. But I heard from some friends and co-workers down in central Alabama. One reported a big storm system stationary over the area and dumping buckets of rain. He said in a report around noon that they had received around 5.5 inches of rain since around 05:00. I think that qualifies as "heavy".
Wife is miserable right now. She has an infected tooth, a big black spot on it. In great pain and, of course we are the next thing to broke until SS hits Tuesday. So she'll call around tomorrow to try to get in somewhere. We need to go "minimalist" on these things, just out of penury.
Had one good thing yesterday at the funeral. Spoke with some of those present. This is Dear Wife's side of the family, and it's a very mixed bunch. One thing that I had been told was that he was not and had never been a believer. The term "funeral" is a bit off, it was essentially calling hours to be quickly followed by cremation. But a guy he'd worked with showed, gathered some people in a little chapel area off the viewing area, spoke a few words, prayed over the assemblage, and announced his willingness to pray privately with any who so wished. (I didn't notice anyone taking him up on the offer). He and I spoke a few times, it appears that he'd been leading a Bible study group at his workplace and the deceased had been actively participating. A good thing. Another pastor appeared, it seems he's a part-time / bi-vocational pastor and had worked with the deceased as well. I got to talk with him for a few minutes as well.
Study groups in the workplace, say at lunch in breakrooms, etc. are something I had never ever seen in the years I lived around here before, but perhaps I just wasn't looking. They do exist in parts of the South.
Another day of joy.
Our Old Testament reading is chapters 7 and 8 in the book of Nehemiah.
Rebuilding the city and the culture requires the recovery of the worship of the Lord.
The passage in the New Testament is chapter 3 in the Acts of the Apostles.
The early Church at work.