Good morrow, as the Shakespeare plays word it.
We're well into August now. This is the second Tuesday in the month. And the year is running past us. I am reminded that the first day of Autumn is on 22 September (I absolutely hate the months whose names rhyme with BRRRRRRRRRR!). That is only 45 days away, so we're closer to it than to the first day of Summer. Thanksgiving is November 23, not that far off. Kids are heading off to school now, some of my out of town friends had their kids start yesterday. It will be a while yet before the leaves begin to turn, and this area will begin to closely resemble monochrome photographs after World War One on the Ypres salient. Warm weather, sunshine, and flowers are something found in this region for an all-too-short time of the year. The lousy weather and grey skies are not here yet, but they're coming.
It is wrong, of course, to be so affected by uncontrollable outside circumstances, but the temptation is quite strong. Even when we right now have some warm weather and flowers. And, yes, a bumper crop of cucumbers in the garden and a whole lot of tomatoes about to ripen all at once.
But we shall see our way through. No matter what.
Our passage this morning in the Old Testament is Psalms 82, 83, and 84
Our New Testament passage today, verses 19-39 from chapter 8 in the Epistle to the Romans. includes some of my favorite life verses. What indeed shall separate us from the love of Christ? These are good for what we used to call, "memory verses". And, as is so often the case in Romans, there is justification here for several sermons, and probably a few books as well. As there have been.