Red Letter Revolution

Not much to report on this front at the moment. It seems that I too have fallen prey to that most vile of attackers: the cold. I tried to beat my body and make it my slave, but its gone all Spartacus on me. And so, I was forced to go to the Doctor who gave me some antibiotics. The only side-effect of the medication is nausea, but the meeting had its own side effects. When I explained the horrendous effect the last sleeping medication that was prescribed had on me, he decided to give me something new, and he gave me like 30 tablets for free. That was nice. If it ends up fixing my sleep problem, then it has certainly been worth it to get sick enough to force me to go to the doctor. In a way, that reminds me of how the Lord operates. I’m not saying that all calamity that befalls us is a result of sin or some reproof from God, but Jah has been known to crack some skulls to do heart surgery. Coincidentally, the antibiotic I am on is also used to combat E. coli., acne, Lyme disease, Chlamydia, and Black Plague. I’m all for God working mysteriously, but let’s hope there are no STDs or Black Plague involved in this one.

I’ve got a period of inactivity here that has convinced me to get back in the blogging saddle so to speak. I can promise more of my “Contrarian musings of a Calvinist Mystic” as my esteemed friend Doug Jackson put it. Hopefully, I’ll figure out how to post on a positive that exists in the church before I end up sounding like Holden Caulfield decrying all the phonies. On that note, let me reflect on something I have been thinking about lately. My church contains a number of different demographics, but at the core exists a group of grey-haired meeting attenders. There are many things about this group that I find enigmatic like their aversion to my beloved ballcap or their ability to describe in shockingly precise detail the groanings of their joints, but also their ability in the face of constant pain and degradation to wake every morning with renewed trust in and love of the Lord. I have learned much from them, everyday things like just because an old guy doesn’t have a leg doesn’t mean he lost it in the war, and that a fair price for an A/C unit is 25 bucks. Also, I have learned what it looks like to live faithfully for God into the twilight of your life. The calm assurance in their faces and in their prayers reveals to me a God I do not yet now: the Grey God. The one who teaches his children patience in the wait to glorification. Here I am, 22, thinking about school and marriage, and right next to me in church, is an elderly man patiently waiting for his Lord’s embrace. I hope that I will someday look with knowing eyes on the God of my infirmity, and wait patiently for him, a lover waiting for embrace.