Tuesday, November 5, 2024
First Tuesday in November
(click here to listen to or read today’s scriptures)
Election Day in America
Come unto me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
I can’t imagine running for president. Kamala and Donald must be exhausted, running all over the country, trying to look the part, every photographic moment of every day.
If I won, I’d be scared to death. Now what do I do?
If I lost, I’d think how much time I used in this strenuous effort. Now what do I do?
Either way, win or lose, it’s time to rest. Sabbath starts now. Get new or at least clean sheets on my own bed and take a long nap. Sleep 10 hours. Turn off the phone, close the curtains, put on a good sleep mask, rest my head on the pillow and wait for sleep to come.
Why doesn’t it come?
Well, I guess I’m a little adrenalized after all that “running.”  Maybe I could take a long walk through the woods, watch the leaves turn and fall, fall and turn, watch the time change, the weather turn to winter. Listen to the leaves break under my feet. Feel my power. Realize my power is not the point. Thank God (again) for rescuing me from my false self, the self that clamors up hills and mountains and down again, watching to see who’s watching, forgetting where I came from, afraid of where I’m going.
Have the same mind as Christ Jesus. Being in very nature God, he did not consider equality with God something to be grasped. Instead he emptied himself and took the nature of a servant. He humbled himself and became at last even obedient unto death.
The self God gave me, my true self, has no problem with this. I do not need to be noticed, or photographed, or followed up and down the mountain, into the sea, around the world. I know God made me a co-creator, but not so I could get ahead of him, not so I could forget where I came from. God emptied himself, and that’s what he wants me, the True Me, to do too.
All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him, for dominion belongs to the Lord, and he rules over the nations.
Time to sleep yet? How about a hit of melatonin, or something pharmaceutical? No, I think I’ll just breathe awhile. Sleep is coming, I know it is. Not the death sleep, I don’t think, not yet, but the long deep sleep that isn’t interrupted by nightmares or sudden cries from the television about who won.
I’ll wait to hear about that from God. If he chooses to tell me – I just don’t know how much it matters to Him. Who will be president tomorrow morning.
Kamala and Donald, listen closely, and see what you hear. Do you hear what I hear?
Way up in the sky, little lamb?
At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. To the glory of God the Father.
(Philippians 2, Psalm 22, Matthew 11, Luke 14)
(posted at www.davesandel.net)
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