If you’ve been following this blog, you know I have a bad knee and it’s giving me fits. But things have to get done anyhow, bad knee or not. That includes grocery shopping.
I knew I’d have to lean on the shopping cart the whole time, and use it (as Re-Farmer suggested) like a walker. After some 30 minutes of it, my arms were sore and tired. But I don’t think my knee sustained any further damage.
Coming home and listening to the car radio, we heard a lot of kerfuffle about “the White House’s numbers” on projected deaths from the coronavirus. At no time did any of the nooze sources identify who in the White House was giving us these numbers. We kept asking “Who?” but never got an answer. It was as if the building itself were pontificating about the disease.
We got back just in time to see, in our local weakly noozepaper, that–hurrah!–our town’s library has hosted a Drag Queen Story Hour. Well, we wouldn’t want a trivial thing like a pandemic to interfere with that!
This, I think, is the worst thing that has ever happened to our country’s culture so far. That any parents should bring their children to one of these abominations is inexplicable.
O Lord our God! For Jesus’ sake, please remember that these things are done against our will, without our consent, and over our objections. Amen.
A certain famous radio host, when it looked like a hurricane was coming, used to urge his listeners to pray together–explaining that the “spiritual power” of their massed prayers would actually turn the hurricane aside. Not God’s power. Theirs. Not God’s sovereign mercy. Their power.
If you’re new to Christianity, please trust me: that ain’t how it works.
The good news, I guess, is that a lot of people my age are already dead. You could look it up (as Casey Stengel used to say).
The bad news is that my high blood pressure has in some inscrutable way done harm to my innards and I gotta go back to the doctor on Wednesday to find out more about it and get another prescription.
The nurse practitioner tells me most of my problem is age-related or genetic, and that otherwise I am a reasonably healthy specimen. If she had told me I had to give up my daily cigar, I think I would have fainted.
I hate medical stuff.
May the Lord give me whatever I need to deal with this–starting with trust in Him.
With our country being driven down by the very people who swear oaths to uphold it, how are we, as Christians, to defend it?
But we do have weapons that they can never take away from us. St. Paul told us what those weapons are.
Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.For we wrestle not with flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
And here is our armory.
Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace. Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints… (Ephesians 6: 10-18)