The Day of the Lord

So, God’s a funny guy.

Just this morning, I was thinking over my life, which is in a bit of a shambles now, and I thought, “You know, I haven’t read anything in the Bible recently that I would want to share with anyone (don’t ask me what I’ve read AT ALL, recently). Why am I even doing this? What makes me a Christian?”

So, yikes, right? But I needed to finish a Bible study (one of those loverly curriculum things) for this morning, so I thought, “why not? It’s the crack of dawn, sure? But, my wee child has had me up for at least an hour already. Go for it.”

Well, sure enough, I was reading 1 Thessolonians 4:13 through 5:12.
This section is about the dead being raised in Christ and preparing for the day of the Lord.

Now, I’m no end-times scholar, though it does interest me, but today I had this thought. The study I was doing was about friends and if you know me, you know, I have a lot of friends. My personality collects people and my friends are VERY dear to me. So when the study asked me to say this about my old friends or that about my new friends, I can’t do it. There are too many to make a coherent thought. But what did come up was a thought about my friends who are not belivers. I don’t know why. The study wasn’t asking about them but in thinking of the day of the Lord, where will they be?

Stop for a moment and imagine that all this is real. That we are right and we are finally in heaven. That God is and that we can see him. That all the struggle is finally over. Now imagine someone you love who is not there. Hold them to your heart. See their faces. Just think of them as not there for a moment. Then imagine where they are.

I feel smacked. My good friend from college is not a believer and we’ve been friends for so long we rarely talk about it anymore. And you know what, I suck. I haven’t prayed for her in years. She’s so pleasant and fun that I don’t think about her “flaws” or her lacks. The differences between us are interesting and fun. But she is going to die someday, like everybody else and then where will she be? Where will I be? I love her too much to lose her. Forever. And I love her too much to let her suffer like that without doing everything in my power and right now all that I can do is pray.

I think I may call her (her birthday is coming) and ask her to just investigate Christ (again) to make sure she doesn’t want what He’s selling. He can be very persuasive.

“Everybody get together, try to love one another, right now”

“If church is run as a business or corporation, it ceases to be a family. But if church truly is a family, we not only will support one another, we will confront one another. Otherwise, there is little accountability.”

-Glenn Kaiser

For those who don’t know, Glenn Kaiser is the main talker from the Rez Band; a band or rather the original band of the Jesus People USA.

Now JPUSA is like a commune. Literally. They live together, pool all their resources and work at business built for and by members of the commune.

The interesting thing about this is Glenn Kaiser’s quote on church involvment. Davin and I have been having a really, really rough time lately (in our marriage and our lives) and I think very few people in our church have any idea. This is not to say “HELP” but rather to wonder about the level of our involvment.

For me, it has become a question of trust. Who can I trust with my woes? The real ones, not the generic “every relationship goes through (insert after-school special topic here).” And I have learned that I don’t really trust many people. And that makes me feel quite alone.

As well, there is the fear of confrontation. No one is blameless (there is none who is good. No, not one). Who can I trust enough to help me grow, change, be better at being myself? A topic for another time.

Anyway, I’d say we were pretty plugged in at our church. But maybe not. Of course, I’m sure we are being called to another level with this particular series of trials, but does it have to be so lonely at the bottom?

More good news!

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She’s got the Mange!

So, I have this rash (kindly refrain from taking that any further, it’s a teeny tiny spot), but we don’t have any insurance right now and not a lot of disposable income (certainly not disposable on dumb old doctors).

Anyway, So I go on-line to see what dread disease I might have. The problem with all the on-line doctor sites is that they take pictures of — you guessed it — White People as examples for all the illnesses. Now, for thoes of you who don’t know, I am not white people. So, no, it looks like nothing I or anyone else has ever seen.

So, I’m in a quandry. Spend $300 dollars on doctors and perscriptions for ringworm or poison something or go to the Health Department for a few years of waiting or waylay some unsuspecting nurse or doctor at church. The only doctor I know is a dentist.

Luckily, in a mommy’s bible study this morning one of the women reveals that she is a nurse (granted, she probably said that sometime already, but I can’t be expected to remember everything). She looked at my rash and pronounced:

“That looks like shingles. You need a herpes medication.”

good grief.

feeling a little Violated

What’s with all the personal information required just to comment on somebody’s blog?

Just surfing around checking out blogs within my six-degrees and had to sign over the children just to be able to comment. So I had one of my comments all written and it was a doozy, long, detailed, edifying, astute and GONE in the confusion of becoming a card carrying member of the site.

Gimme a break, man.

The Coffee Thing

For the last two years at Riverview, we’ve had a “Ladies Coffee Break” which entails a lot of hard work and ends up being so much fun.

Each of the tables is decorated and fed by a hostess(or hostesses) who envision a theme and invite close friends, relatives and strangers to take a break and enjoy some good company.

This year’s speaker was Judy Moran. She talked about her bout with breast cancer and outlined a plan for overcoming. It was good.

Have a look at the tables.

I did (with help, thanks Chris and Stacey) tables 15 and 16. The titles are reversed. Bear in mind.

I love it, I love it, I love it!

So the concept of a weblog is interesting to me.

Everything you write, everyone can see. Any comment anyone makes is visable to all.

How can a person resist addiction to the “news” of other people’s lives and then the drama of still others’ reactions to that news?

It provokes uncomfortable questions of what community is, especially in light of the option of being a silent onlooker.

Do you think Davin’s regretting letting me in yet?

MOOOHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!

Look Ma, No Hands!

Guess what.

I am now authorized to submit poignant and useful information to this blog! Right now I am testing the ease of posting and the simple beauty of the medium (with Davin watching closely over my shoulder).

I am taking an interest in the mind-boggling world of high-tech, high-stress, nerd-populated Web junk.

I think this will be good for our marriage.