dem bones

Overhead, the ceiling fan throbs with the mmmmmmmmm throbbing sound that I associate with excruciating headaches I had as a child. It’s more a feeling than a sound, that makes me think to turn the fan off even though the slightly stirring air is good. Upstairs porch door is open, outside dark, pleasant and cool, nothing stirring yet this Sunday morning, people, cars, nor breeze. The street is wet, maybe there was rain during the night while I slept; if so, it wasn’t hard and blowing, because the grass rug on the porch floor isn’t wet.

It’s nice to have an extruded aluminum porch deck with no worries about decay under the rug.

In the news online, I’m watching the Afghan election. The lines are impressive, people are brave and determined to have a democracy of sorts, democracy not meaning freedom, not the kind of freedom we think of, speech, religion, press, but democracy where the people elect their leaders. If the USA is the matrix, theirs is a strange, selfish, greedy, somewhat evil, corrupt society where those traits are expected and acceptable. An encouraging thing I witnessed was a woman in line to vote turning to the TV camera and sneering to the Taliban, who tried to intimidate people into staying away from the poles, “You are losers.”

My prayer for Afghanistan is that a century from now people, both there and here, will look at history and say, “Thank God the Americans came.” 

Time in a few minutes to turn back to those sermon notes for this morning. We have two good old Sunday school Bible stories today, Ezekiel with God in the desert of dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around, that’s good for preaching, especially where there are problems, because it has a divine promise that God will restore to life. In the story from The Gospel according to John, the Lord Jesus raises Lazarus from death, the gospel writer’s precursor to Easter. Both stories carry the same promise.

Coffee staying nice, hot and drinkable in this travel mug.

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