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Imagining Monday

The moment we permit evil to control our imaginations, dictate the way we think, and shape our responses, we at the same time become incapable of seeing the good and the true and the beautiful.

—Eugene Peterson, Leap Over a Wall


Some of the best mornings are those when I simply awaken early, without alarm or obligation. Enjoying one of those today. The stress of an infinite, unconquerable to-do list hasn't encroached on my mood, and I was able to glimpse a slice of a glorious sunrise beyond the deep purple clouds shrouding the Cascades in the early hours. A bit of fog has now risen, or fallen (how can I tell?), the air remaining cold enough for a slight frost to persist. My morning walk gave me an ice cream headache— lost my stocking cap toward the end of last season and have yet to find a new one.

Little to say about my quotes from morning reading, save that I'm thinking about them. Don't want to live by/in a spirit of fear, especially considering the smallness the Goliaths in my life and the hugeness of the spirit of sonship given to me.

Today's flow might be odd, since I have an 18:30 meeting with our Seventh-day Adventist landlords and our staff and elders. Mentally preparing for negotiation if necessary: I'm of no mind to pay any more than we presently do for Sunday usage of the facility, at least not without significant improvements to our usage privileges. The fact that we pay less for our office suite, which we can use 24/7, than we do for use of their building on Sunday mornings (with an occassional afternoon or evening) has not escaped my notice.

All that to say: maybe a nap when I get home instead of going directly to the office. That always makes me happy.

Morning Yahtzee (the hard way):
245+313+238=796

Fear me again.

Seems odd that this is all that I'd have to say this morning, but I think the rest of my thoughts haven't landed yet. That's OK.

In the Bethlehem hills and meadows, tending his father's sheep, David was immersed in the largeness and immediacy of God. He has experienced God's strength in protecting the sheep in his fights with lions and bears. He had practiced the presence of God so thoroughly that God's word, which he couldn't literally hear, was far more real to him than the lion's roar, which he could hear. He had worshiped the majesty of God so continuously that God's love, which he couldn't see, was far more real to him than the bear's ferocity, which he could see. His prayer and singing, his meditation and adoration had shaped an imagination in him that set each sheep and lamb, bear and lion into something large and vast and robust: God.

—Eugene Peterson, Leap Over a Wall

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