End of June, almost. A predicted "high" today of 68° and we have a light rain falling right now. I had some outside work planned for today (and yesterday as well) but circumstances, including weather, seem to be working against that determination. And I wanted to take one of those long long walks that I enjoy and that are good for me. But not in the rain. No thanks. Done that, yes, but was either 30 years younger or getting paid for it. Neither applies here.
Wife had a relatively good night. Until, beginning around 05:15, two cats embarked on an increasingly intrusive effort to rouse one or both of us to get their morning repast. No matter that they had a 2/3 full bowl of dry cat food, they wanted that small scrap of wet food that officially starts their day, and often mine as well. So I held off until nearly 06:00 and finally did the deed. Went back hoping for a few more winks: one of the very few benefits of retirement is that you normally don't have to answer to an alarm clock nor be somewhere at a particular time. But the 4-legged alarms haven't fully grasped the changed situation, unfortunately. I stretched out for a few minutes, but the hour, the movement, and the light coming through the curtains in the bedroom conspired to wake Wife, and she doesn't go back to sleep very well. And she was hungry. I very rarely get hungry, and don't wake ravenous. She normally does, and the fact that she was this morning we regard as a very good sign that the new meds may be helping. So she got up, which meant that I had to do so also. And she summoned the energy to make some home made biscuits, so I had to get stuff down for her and all of that, so I skipped the shower and got dressed.
After we ate, I ran a few of the biscuits next door: the Great-Niece loves them and they like that we try to do these little things for them.
Came back, and we'd gotten the mail (quite early today), which included the new "sharps box" where the used Humira pens are supposed to go. The arrangement is that they send us a "new" (or at least empty) box, we put the old, full one in the packaging and send it right back for disposition. So we did that. And I walked the box, with the "BioHazard" label ☣ prominently displayed, down to the Post Office for shipment back. Clerk saw the label, gulped, made sure everything was in order, and gave me a receipt which I will hang on to, just in case.
She wants me to go to the store later, one is having a "deal" on Greek yogurt, and with all the antibiotics she's taking, she needs to be restoring the "good" biota in her digestive tract. The active culture yogurts do a good job of that, and she's almost always either calcium deficient, or seriously so, as a result of the combination of some of her meds and her underlying complex conditions. The yogurt helps with that also, some anyway.
No, nothing around here is simple. Lord willing, we'll be celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary later this summer. God has been very good to us, no matter what bumps there are in the road.
Sing along with "In Times Like These"
and this, "Near To The Heart of God"
and also, "Till the Storm Passes By"
oh, and "God On the Mountain".
that's where I am today
The Old Testament reading is chapters 10, 11, and 12 of Job.
The story of Job doesn't come to us all neatly packaged. He suffered. For a LONG time: by some commentators, that suffering lasted some 120 years! We don't really know why, and in fact he never did get a real answer. He cried out to God, and tried to understand. I know that there was a reason, but don't know what it was.
And we don't know all of it. Job suffered, surely. So did his children. So did his servants. Again, we don't know why. What we do know, and have to hang on to, is that the Lord thought it worth it. And that suffering and loss in this life does not necessarily mean eternal condemnation. Indeed, we see more than a few cases around us where the wicked flourish, in this life, but the Hereafter is likely to be unpleasant, while there are those who suffer in the here and now, but whose mansion in Glory is waiting. How strong is our trust in Him, no matter what? It's a good if hard question.
Today's reading from the Old Testament is verses 1-25 from chapter 8 in the Acts of the Apostles.
Steven was put to death. Yet that death led to some remarkable things. Utterly unexpected and improbable ones, but the Lord often works like that.
We see the name Saul here. He was, at the very least, complicit in the martyrdom of Steven, which he will not forget. And we'll see him often, under a new name.
We see the breakout of persecution. But we see that, rather than shut up and "go along" as some today might recommend, those suffering fled to all sorts of places, carrying the Gospel message with them, and thus spreading the Good News! Wouldn't have happened without that persecution. Yes, they broke out of the "Holy Huddle", and began, as was foretold, kicking down the gates of Hell.
I suspect that Steven would say it was worth it.
By the way, we also get a mention of what we call the sin of "simony". The purchase of spiritual things by transfer of earthly goods or services. It's still a crime in Britain, to this day, part of the connection of the Anglican Church to the British Crown. But at one time, I used to get regular offers of an ordination certificate from some "church" for a "nominal fee". I guess that it was so one could get the legal authorization to perform marriages (and to be paid for that service). Some things haven't changed much.