A History of Reading.

 A History of Reading.

 

Back in 1963, my parents asked the Baptist pastor of the Petrolia Baptist church to counsel with me. Considering the kind of person he was, he gathered up some literature that the church had on hand and gave it to my dad so that it could replace any “counseling” that he might have to do. The literature talked about the Inquisition and how the Catholics killed the Jewish population and took all of their property and exiled them from Spain unless they could prove that they had become “good” Catholics. The horrors in those little booklets would have been enough to cause nightmares, but praise God, that did not happen. Oh, but then our eighth-grade homeroom teacher began to read aloud Exodus by Leon Uris until she had me back in class. She let me take the book home to read since my classes in French kept me out of P.E. classes and lasted a bit longer than the schedule for the other students. THAT book was an eye-opener! Horrors! And no one wanted to talk about that book with me. Anyway, by the time the parents sent me to the Academy of Mary Immaculate, the old woman should have been suspicious of anything resembling religious indoctrination. Didn’t happen. Those girls were just like me except that they went to mass every morning before class.

 

Now to what has been read this week: 4 Blood Moons by John Hagee was a repeat of the history from before the Inquisition to the Six-Day War and maybe beyond. Some of the material was a review of what we have seen since Israel became a modern nation in May of 1948—the same year of my birth in the same month. Hagee believes that the next time we have four blood moons with a complete eclipse of the sun will be the sign of the coming of Christ. My personal opinion is that his timing should be centered around the last three holy days. Christ has fulfilled the first four. The Feast of Trumpets is more likely to be the day of the rapture since it fulfills the scripture about the trumpet that will sound when the dead in Christ will be taken up, and then those that are still alive. Who knows exactly what the timing will be in that day, but if we have faith, we know that God will handle whatever needs to be done for us. Timing is His provenance.

 

Finally took a couple of pain pills this evening. Yep, as Judie Brunson would say: mind your BLTs! Have simply done too much and pushed myself too hard. You’d think that this healing would pretty much be accomplished, but somehow just doing a “little more” happens a bit too often. Not 19 any longer. Sigh.

 

Started another silly book that is not even a good cozy mystery and have about decided to delete it from my Kindle app. When not reading mysteries, historical or even critter-oriented books appeal to me. And yes, Black Beauty was one of my favorites as a child. Now and then, a good dog book just makes my day.

 

My shower this morning about made me think of getting this head of hair remodeled to a more sensible length. But this current length allows me to pull it all up off my neck. It’s a lot to wash, but it can still just drip dry after rubbing a towel over it. Seems like it has more curl in it than it did when it was short. Go figure.

 

Will go down to Patty’s in the morning and see if the big box that contained her new wheelchair can be whittled down to a manageable mess which will fit in the trash bin. Shona was telling me that she really wished we had a big dumpster instead of these trash bins, but this old woman totally disagrees. Told her she could toss her extra trash into my bin on trash days. A dumpster would have to be in ONE area only and they always stink to high heaven. Guess who washes her bin out every so often.

 

Patty’s daughter-in-law is coming on the 29^th to take her to see her lawyer and then to the phone store to purchase a new phone. She also wants to go to the bank, so we will see if they manage to get everything done that is on Patty’s list. She is finally getting her will signed. The original was going to cause all kinds of problems, but this one has only one heir mentioned. It made me look at my legal stuff and discovered that we had all those bases covered in case of my death or in case the old woman becomes too unstable to make her own decisions. Let’s hope that it is simply a death and not some lingering mess. No one wants to burden their children.

 

Our prayers need to be centered on God’s will and our own determination to follow God’s way. We must remember those serving our country both here and abroad as well as those who are responsible for where they are going. Let us pray also for Israel and those God holds in His hands. Remember that God blesses those who bless them (Israel) and curses those who curse them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.