Oblivious

It's been a beautiful day in Lake Woebegone, uh, I mean Loveland, Colorado, sunny and warm with a cool breeze. The Sabbath will soon be here, praise the Lord. I talked with my wife this morning. All is as well as can be expected. Somebody was suppose to make windows for her and they didn't. She drove to Mafinga to pick them up, approximately four hours, and the guy hadn't done anything. You can imagine how frustrating that must be. She surely will become the most patient woman around if she can take this nonsense sweetly.

The Baumans from Walla Walla will be going to join her on September 1. We are all praying this new family works out. If they do, my wife should be able to spend more time in America. Meeting her standard, however, may not be that easy. We'll see.

A new Faith Ventures magazine should be going to the press this week. And, that's the news.

Sometimes I think. (We ought to give ourselves to thinking, sometimes.) Proverbs 10:19 says, "In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin." We don't know how bad it really is. We are sinful, i.e. full of sin. Can a clean thing come of the unclean? Can perfection come out of imperfection? Can the pure come from the corrupt? It's impossible! If we fully realized our real state of being, we would be apologizing all the time, or we'd keep our yaps shut. (I had to apologize to someone who was oblivious that I had said something wrong, this morning.) How careful we would be; how humble; how merciful when others would say something untoward.

Though all of that is true, Jesus makes up for the shortfall with His own perfection. Otherwise, we are all toast. It blows me away. People go on as if God doesn't exist, while He sustains, protects, blesses, and makes up for our deficiencies. He doesn't just make up for the Christian's deficiencies, He makes up for everyone's sin. Otherwise, all would be fried. In oblivion they go, living like they are the center of the universe. Indulging as many lusts as they can without destroying themselves too quickly. Lord, how do we get through to our own heads, much less theirs? If only we could see.

So says the Preacher to his Tribe.