Four Hundred Years of Nothing.

 Four Hundred Years of Nothing.

 

Sitting here eating leftover broccoli, cauliflower, red onion, and beef for lunch. The dogs got chicken this morning, but the old woman went to United and bought MORE chicken and currently have it on cooking with an entire bag of rice. This stuff is supposed to be good for them. Better than dog food. Doesn’t seem to be hurting me, either. Researching different things for them and for me has helped me see that they also need veggies—no onions, but carrots, squash, broccoli. They seem to be doing better weight-wise as well when they don’t get any pork. Go figure.

 

Wondering how in the world our nation is making it. Then was reading Sidlow Baxter’s Explore the Book. Did ya know that there were four hundred years between the prophet Malachi and the NT writer Matthew? What would happen in our nation if the Bible was not seen or preached for four hundred years. Remember that question: will there be faith when He returns? Hello! Our nation is not even that old! Will my grand children and great-great-great grands know anything about the Bible? Will they have ever heard of the Ten Commandments?

 

Sterling talks with me often, and we know that the seeds are still being planted. His minister talks about the large number of Muslims that are being converted to Christianity. They are almost as fervent as the Baptists used to be! Their fervency began with a different religion, however. Like the Mormons and the Seventh Day Adventists, they are determined to “do” their faith. Mentioned the Baptist Men’s Association that took up a position in East Texas recently to do the type of things that make a difference for those who do not have electricity and have suffered through storm damages. Personally think that love means more than just praying sometimes. Sometimes we need to hold out a hand either physically or financially or in some manner that makes a difference we—and others—can see. But when that is not possible, prayer is our best approach. Mentioned the daughter of Pepper B., Somer P has RA to the point that her organs are shutting down. My friend Michelle M can hardly function at times—especially in this heat. And Judie B has lived with this stuff for umpteen years! That is just ONE disease that mankind gives a name to that can be semi-treated. Then there is depression. A friend told me about a young man who worked for her who just “lost it” when she corrected him. Some of these young folks have something called ODD and other types of mental issues that cause them to lose control of their thoughts and actions. Having an organ fail is one thing, but to have one’s mind to fail is much worse in a way. Yes, dementia is similar, but it seems to come at the end of a life rather than in one’s youth. What can we actually do for those who have these problems? Prayer is my only thought.

 

Each new generation has faced strange social changes, drastic scientific changes, medical “miracles,” and political and financial disruptions of what anyone would consider “normal” life. We now have gender dysphoria rather than hippies, lawlessness and corruption, financial disfunctions, and political destruction rather than national or individual pride. What can we expect next? Gave away the books in my library yesterday: 1984, Fahrenheit 451, and some other tales that seemed impossible. If my life means anything to the future, let it be a reminder that God’s love comes first in all things.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.