TGIF
I found out that the former President was convicted yesterday afternoon while I was working on a bunch of other stuff.
I should say “trying” to work on other stuff, because Verizon went down and I couldn’t call who I needed to call or be called by people who needed to call me.
My mom is scheduled to move into a memory care center next week and I was trying to coordinate finding what she would need there, getting it purchased and getting it placed.
I needed to consult with her doctors and with all the senior services agencies involved….and control my own emotions, which are pretty ragged at the moment.
I have to get my own situation squared away…the bookcases arrived at my new home and that’s about all I’ll need….I only need to move my books, my cat, and myself….still, there is much to deal with because much will be left behind.
Eventually, I lost my salvation while dealing with VZW’s “customer service “and threw in the towel as far as my efforts went.
I tell you all this to tell you that Trumps conviction didn’t elicit much of a response from me, as I have far bigger issues to think about.
Bigger in my world…and that’s the place the Lord has called me.
After repenting for offering the last Verizon employee I spoke with a free colonoscopy with my phone, I began to consider the matter that would be a hot topic everywhere…on this site and in my own family as well.
I felt little but more sadness.
Sadness that most people I know have views about the man that are impervious to debate or reason.
Sadness, because I know that half the country thinks the other half fools and vice versa.
Sadness, because what I think about Trump seems to mean more than what I think about Jesus.
Sadness, because even a fool can see that everything that held our society together is broken…and none of the politicians have an answer to fix anything.
I scan everywhere looking for true leaders…men or women that care about something other than being elected…people with vision and empathy and common sense…there are none to be found.
We do not seem to notice this void…we are blinder than we think.
This void precludes me from being involved in partisan politics or any politics at all…I don’t need one more thing to answer to God for.
God has given us over to what we want and it won’t be long before, like Israel of old, we are begging Him to save us from ourselves.
What should we do?
Well… I’ll be working on getting the works set before me completed…and hoping for rest before the Lord gives me more to do.
I’ll work on loving my people well and my enemies as much as I can.
I’ll be thankful that I have a place to go and Liam can go with me.
To be concise, I’ll shift my focus from what’s out there to what’s right here.
I think judgment is coming, but today has enough trouble of its own.
I’m going to try to redeem the time.
Liam says I can start by brushing him to the glory of God…now.
So… I will.
Make your own application…

Michael,
I remember how sad I felt the day Nixon resigned. I knew he had done illegal things, but my whole trust in elected officials had been greatly shaken. And life went on. Our institutions were stronger than I thought, and God stronger yet.
I continue to pray that the church at large will understand that it needs to focus on its relationship with God, not Trump and the GOP. It may be wishful thinking, but last I checked, God still answers prayers.
I pray your mom’s and your own move go well.
Thank you, Linn.
I think when Nixon resigned we all felt the sobriety of the matter…sobriety is no longer one of our public virtues…
Indeed, today has enough trouble of its own. I don’t think I’m very good at redeeming the time.
Liam is smart. Brush away, Michael.
Totally agree and appreciate this post.
Our Nation is strong.
She is tough.
She’s been through far worse than this.
She will endure.
Linn, There’s a song about that, “Editorial” by Paul Davis… I probably hadn’t heard it in nearly 50 years, until now, but it stuck with me and I thought of it often.
“ Nixon’s gone and lost his throne
Are we so righteous while he is so wrong?
Elephants dying while donkeys are thriving
Biblical prophecies are coming true
The Internal Revenue has taken my revenue
Can I come stay with you a week or two?
Why are we growing so old so fast?
Selling our souls for a tank of gas
The world keeps enlarging
and babies are starving
While we trade our food stamps
for an ounce of dope
Look at the refugees
They’re all down on their knees
Praying to God for an ounce of hope
How can we stand on our own two feet?
Nuclear power has made us weak
Can we start living for what it’s worth?
Handshakes in space don’t mean peace on Earth
The song of the world to be
has run out of melody
Can you come pray with me a week or two?”
Hang in there, Michael.
I had no other choice but to move mom into assisted living (due to memory loss). It’s a tough row to hoe, and can be so lonely. More than likely you’re running on fumes, not eating well, and sleeping even worse.
Try your best to find little nuggets of peace each day where you can. Under stress, our bodies use up resources quickly and stress hormones (cortisol) take their toll quickly. Take your vitamins–multivitamin, b12, magnesium, and vitamin D. Take with food (some vitamins with not be absorbed without fat in the stomach and or intestines).
Best to you. I know mom is on the other side keeping watch and still praying for us all.
Lynne,
Good to see you…yes, I’m running on fumes, but I think I’ve been doing so for the last twenty years.
I was thinking about your mom…probably while you were writing this…I do believe she’s keeping watch and praying. I swear I could feel that …
She is missed…some people leave a large void when they depart.
My own application is that I now live in a smaller world than ever before, a personal world of dealing with those people and things set right before me. It has been so for nearly 10 years now, 7 caretaking an ill family member, and now 2 years recovering from that intense caretaking while taking care of a 10 year old grandchild whom I am now raising.
I used to operate on a much larger scale, perhaps even a grand scale. I had a known name and a known face. Looking back, I did some good, yes.
But what I have done in these last 10 years, working within my oh-so-small scale, is heart work, holy work, God’s work. It is the hardest work I’ve ever done. I sometimes have hated it, to be truthful, and argued with God about it. But when I quiet down, I know the truth.
It is sometimes hard to be doing God’s work, holy work, in small unnoticed (and often unappreciated) ways. My consolation is that I can feel my own heart more delicately, more refined, than ever before. And I know Jesus, and this love he spoke about, in ways that I have never known before. And I am convinced that God notices me and my efforts.
I look forward to when you are at home in your new home, Michael, with your books, your cat, your chosen family. I am praying for you and with you.
Alex,
Thank you for all of that…I needed a dash of awesome tonight.
You delivered.