—1 Corinthians 15:10a
It's gray, cool, and rainy in my fair city, a disposition I've very much missed. Other things make me happy this morning, too. At the corner table at Irwin's, a young man reads his Bible—if you know much about Seattle's character, you may understand how rare and special this is. And in other good news, I learned yesterday that my upstairs neighbors are moving. While they've been pretty good neighbors, having their big dogs tromp overhead and bark at me is something I'll be glad to be rid of.
My reading friend in the corner reminds me to press on—I've been lazy with my Scripture reading lately. As with any discipline, once I'm off the wagon, it's easy to believe (whether I admit it or not) that I might as well keep slacking. I'm glad my God is a pursuer.
From this morning: Ezekiel 13:8-16 is an eerie read, post-Katrina. I reviewed the NOAA warnings and predictions the previous Sunday, and anyone with a brain in his head could see that the city of New Orleans should have been fully evacuated (I mentioned it briefly). The fact that city officials effectively said, "Peace, Peace!" when there was no peace by failing to fully evacuate the city or prepare for the ensuing human needs reeks of the same stiff-necked pride. The whitewash didn't hold. May we be moved by God's compassion toward those who now suffer.
If in this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.
—1 Corinthians 15:19