The Electrical Storm.

 The Electrical Storm.

 

We had a real dandy storm this afternoon. Lightning knocked out my computer or the things that make it work. Anyway, here we are again on the FIRST day of August! Amazing how quickly time moves on.

 

The storm also gave us a good downpour that the dogs and the old woman watched as it crossed over Lake Wichita. Love to watch storms like that when it is obvious that nothing is too dangerous about them. Of course, that lightning was not anyone’s joke. Sylvia wanted under the desk, and the old woman felt pretty much the same way!

 

Last night Jennifer told me that she had received a notice for jury duty, so a call to Dr. Vietenheimer’s nurse gave our request for an excused absence letter validation. The nurse said that she should have the letter to me by Tuesday. Here’s hoping! For sure the old woman would not be able to be alone by August 19—just seven days after surgery. Might could, but not happily.

 

Talked to Michelle Malay twice today. She is supposed to be here bright and early in the morning. The last time she came to WF, the county was mowing the six-foot tall grass on the sides of the road and stirring up all the livestock—deer, porcupines, pigs, and assorted creatures. One small little Bambi jumped out and hit her truck, but apparently it did no damage to either the critter or her truck. Praise God!

 

Maggie Sewell came early this morning and picked up three dozen eggs and brought more egg cartons. Right now, the cartons are not really needed, but as sure as folks stopped bringing them, we would desperately need them! Life as usual.

 

Have not been interested in what is going on in this old world for the most part today. But had an interesting conversation with Sterling about Bible study and his group of men who gather every Thursday to discuss things from the Bible. Some of the men are deadest against any kind of commentary and feel that ONLY the Bible should be read rather than some man’s opinion. Sterling said that he told the group that these men who are dead now but had spent their entire lives studying the Hebrew scriptures were bound to have a better understanding of what the Bible says than what an old country boy like him would know. Don’t know if these men realized the insult in that statement, but if they don’t get it, they will eventually.

 

Anyway, Sterling reminded me of a scripture about the nation of Israel. Have you ever wondered how many years are in a generation? According to the Jewish way of looking at things, it is 77 years. It has been 77 years since Israel became a nation. Anyway, here is something that is of interest:

Isaiah 11:11 indicates the significance of Israel becoming a nation in 1948, for it refers to God recovering “the second time with His hand the remnant of His people” (NASB77). The “second time” refers to the regathering—in belief (her future state)—at the conclusion of the seven-year tribulation (Matthew 24:31). The present Middle East peace crisis will reach its climax in the nations staggering and stumbling over Jerusalem, the “cup that causes reeling” (Zechariah 12:2, NASB95). The fact that Israel is reestablished as a nation and regained control of the entirety of Jerusalem’s eastern half and Old City (since the Six-Day War in 1967) is a general indication that God is bringing the church age to completion.

 

For me, it is an excellent reinforcement of God’s promises. HE will have things done in His will.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.