Joe & Joseph
Sunday, a busy day. A highlight of my week: Sunday noons, slip up to 7H, instantly from church clothes into house clothes, cracker with something on it, maybe (yesterday) bit of liverwurst, best from TJ's, good stuff at TAFB commissary, or some smelly cheese or other, something to sip slowly; if I've preached, reduce sermon notes to +Time blog, add a picture if I wish, tap Publish, then copy link onto Facebook and trash paper notes. Lunch with Linda, raid the refrigerator.
Before moving to 7H we almost always had M&K over for lunch, but their schedules stopped permitting, so now and then, and as well, who wants to be stuck every Sunday dinner with octogenarians, plus no longer walk across the back yard from house to house but drive blocks or miles, enter gate, park in underground garage, elevator up, &c &c &c.
Sunday afternoon High Priestly Nap, may be two hours. Waken, sacrifice to Father Nature, relax in my Ugg slippers, soft and warm. Tass calls her mom every Sunday early evening. Joe usually calls me Saturdays, sometimes Sunday, often from the car wash where he buys his Volvo cars, they wash the car free as long as he owns it while he browses the car lot and describes cars to me. I think Joe is smitten with the Volvo S90, long, low, sleek and roomy.
A biker, once or twice a year Joe & Friends take a week off, drive their motorcycles on a tour in Blue Ridge or Appalachian Mountains, next trip coming up early May. Life is Good.
Walk this morning. Staff meeting? TGBC:
Acts 4:32-37
Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one claimed private ownership of any possessions, but everything they owned was held in common. With great power the apostles gave their testimony to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and great grace was upon them all. There was not a needy person among them, for as many as owned lands or houses sold them and brought the proceeds of what was sold. They laid it at the apostles’ feet, and it was distributed to each as any had need. There was a Levite, a native of Cyprus, Joseph, to whom the apostles gave the name Barnabas (which means ‘son of encouragement’). He sold a field that belonged to him, then brought the money, and laid it at the apostles’ feet.
Comments. Not to be cute, but this ownership arrangement does not appeal to me, for one thing I like my own red toothbrush; for another, you have to deal with humans, and our mean, jealous, ugly, selfish, greedy human nature was established metaphorically eons ago in the Garden with a man, a woman, a snake, and a taste of forbidden fruit. Does innuendo lurk in subtle Jewish humor in that old story? I think so, what do you think?
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