Journal: July 8, 2021

Dad is coming tomorrow and tomorrow evening is St. Matthew’s Night at the Ballpark. We shall see if I’m throwing out the first pitch (always an embarrassment for everyone concerned.) I use to play baseball when I was a kid, but some forty odd years later… I don’t remember so much, especially how to throw the ball.

Thursdays are my Fridays and I always find them difficult, mainly because it is no one else’s Friday and I spend the evening at home with the Queen. She’s around somewhere, but not very talkative. So, I’m generally searching for something, but I never really know what that is and no matter what… eat, drink, write, talk… it is never really satisfying. Always looking for something in the void.

I worked on the sermon today and finished up a bit later than I planned. It also was not the sermon I thought I would be preaching. This one came out a bit “harder” than what I’m accustomed to, but still very valid and relevant to the Gospel. It is interesting when we begin to look at the historical application and the immediate application. It is then that we begin to realize the complexity and genius of the Gospels. The “Living” Word is so very true. It moves… now, don’t misinterpret… I am NOT saying that it moves and we are free to interpret according to our whims (Heaven forbid! We would end up with no bookends/brackets/”Law” and it would all be higgelypiggely according to our own desires. “God created man in his image and man returned the favor” type of nonsense!) Grace supersedes it all, but grace does not allow for shenanigans! Can I get an, “Amen!”

This is what I have for tonight. It is a rambling mess, but it is a journal and journals are allowed to be rambling messes.

What did I learn today: I’m not always prepared to listen to my own preaching.

Thought for the day: Richard Baxter (don’t we loathe the Reformers and Protestants, especially when they speak truth! Oy!) “Take heed to yourselves, lest you perish, while you call upon others to take heed of perishing; and lest you famish yourselves while you prepare food for them.” I would die for them. I am so very thankful that He died for me! A room in the basement of Heaven with a cot is all I ask for, but I will give it up for the least of those I’m called to serve. Why should they suffer or be held accountable for my shortcomings?

I have no pictures this evening, so we’ll just settle for this video (fast forwarding) of me writing this particular post….

Pax

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