Life feels terribly strange these days. For example, I am currently staring out the window watching my dog eat dirt ~ that is terribly strange. And that I currently can not get online due to a storm here in Nashville, yet I was able to log into my blog to type ~ that is VERY strange. Or the terribly odd fact that I am typing before I picked up a pencil ~ that feels eerily bizaare. It all feels quite odd and terribly uncertain.
I feel as a foreigner in my own land ~ one eyes another with suspicion across the empty toilet paper aisle. Eyeing one another as if that one may be the enemy ~ may be the one that has stolen all of the globe's toilet paper! Or may be the one that carries this deadly virus and spews it on every unsuspecting soul they can! It all feels quite bizarre. Entirely strange. And absolutely nefarious.
I am a sorjourner in my own land, an outsider in my own Walmart. Enemy to my fellow man across the sidewalk.
Nefarious for certain.
I have so many things to say, yet nothing at all. It all feels a bit of a jumbled mess inside and surely outside. Dogs eating dirt. Online when Wi-Fi is down. Mortal enemies over a roll of toilet paper. Strange, quite strange. Except for the 'eating dirt dog' ~ that may not be that far out of the realm of her possibility.
But, social distancing, now that is STRANGE. We have all become a stranger in our own land. A foreigner in the aisle. The enemy who hordes ALL THE TOILET PAPER!
And in the spirit of strange I have decided to try to a new and strange thing ~ to write without agonizing over every word. To post without hours of blood, sweat and tears. It is not for you, in fact I recommend that you delete this post from your memory. It is for me. It feels as if I am righting my world by small degrees to type, it feels a bit of certainty amid global uncertainty, to see words on a page.
And can I just say that we do have an enemy and it is certainly NOT the man or woman who was able to grab the last package of toilet paper or bag of rice. They are NOT our enemy, they just happen to be a moment quicker than us. And our enemy is entirely NOT that one we hear cough into their sleeve ~ they are not the enemy people! Not the enemy. We have an enemy and the other across the aisle is NOT HIM.
Shall we stop eyeing one another as if we are in mortal combat, a fight to the death as we wonder empty stores? I say we shall, we do determine to stop staring at another with fear and suspicion.
Ephesians 6:12 ~ "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places."
And then this ~
"For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ." 2 Corinthians 10:3-5
I feel as a foreigner in my own land ~ one eyes another with suspicion across the empty toilet paper aisle. Eyeing one another as if that one may be the enemy ~ may be the one that has stolen all of the globe's toilet paper! Or may be the one that carries this deadly virus and spews it on every unsuspecting soul they can! It all feels quite bizarre. Entirely strange. And absolutely nefarious.
I am a sorjourner in my own land, an outsider in my own Walmart. Enemy to my fellow man across the sidewalk.
Nefarious for certain.
I have so many things to say, yet nothing at all. It all feels a bit of a jumbled mess inside and surely outside. Dogs eating dirt. Online when Wi-Fi is down. Mortal enemies over a roll of toilet paper. Strange, quite strange. Except for the 'eating dirt dog' ~ that may not be that far out of the realm of her possibility.
But, social distancing, now that is STRANGE. We have all become a stranger in our own land. A foreigner in the aisle. The enemy who hordes ALL THE TOILET PAPER!
And in the spirit of strange I have decided to try to a new and strange thing ~ to write without agonizing over every word. To post without hours of blood, sweat and tears. It is not for you, in fact I recommend that you delete this post from your memory. It is for me. It feels as if I am righting my world by small degrees to type, it feels a bit of certainty amid global uncertainty, to see words on a page.
And can I just say that we do have an enemy and it is certainly NOT the man or woman who was able to grab the last package of toilet paper or bag of rice. They are NOT our enemy, they just happen to be a moment quicker than us. And our enemy is entirely NOT that one we hear cough into their sleeve ~ they are not the enemy people! Not the enemy. We have an enemy and the other across the aisle is NOT HIM.
Shall we stop eyeing one another as if we are in mortal combat, a fight to the death as we wonder empty stores? I say we shall, we do determine to stop staring at another with fear and suspicion.
Ephesians 6:12 ~ "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places."
And then this ~
"For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ." 2 Corinthians 10:3-5
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