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Dry bones

The hand of the Lord was upon me, and He brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"

I said, "O Sovereign Lord, You alone know."

—Ezekiel 37:1-3


Trying to be a bit saner today. Since there's a Session meeting tonight, I'm not going into the office until the afternoon (last week's Session meeting drug on until 23:00).

Skipped the sermon yesterday (it's on tape, so I can catch up) to have good conversation with the Lockes. There's still a lot of teacher in me: I talked with them about the importance of really showing up in our relationship with God, that this is how Job could be angry and yet not sin. He didn't edit his conversation with God out of fear of His response. If we are honest with Him, we will have hard things to say to Him, and He to us— just as in any relationship. Unhealthy relationships are those that are guided by always wanting to avoid those interactions: if we do so, we are not truly present, and we also avoid the presence of the other party. Wish I were practicing what I preach more often.

A picture I will hang onto from my parents' visit Saturday: hearing about my dad's deep green '64 Chevelle, how it was the hottest car in town and how Mom would sit beside him and shift gears when they would drag race other cars.

Laine e-mailed me, since I forgot/neglected to return her call from Saturday night: she was in North Carolina for a wedding and just anxious about being away from home, so she called. I am a poor friend sometimes, yet blessed with many quality friends all the same.

Jennifer headed off to Vermont this morning. Unfortunately, schedules didn't really permit our getting together before she left. Might have been able to spend some time with her as she packed yesterday, but in my mood, I thought better of it— that's the last thing anyone needs to deal with when they're already busy and stressed. Learned that I am number 93 on her speed dial: she says I might be higher, but I never call her. As I said, I am a poor friend sometimes. At least I'm in the top 100.

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