Well, the young fellow looking at our elliptical trainer did seem to know what he was doing. He took it apart, put it together, and ordered some parts to come in about a week's time.
Which all goes to show: never discount a technician just because he/she looks about 14 years old (well, slightly older, to be truthful).
In other news, it's the old news. Some writers call it "the old paths," meaning the old truths that never cease to be relevant. Additional serious troubles (which I won't get into) have come our way and, once again, I have turned to Isaiah 40. It seems I've been able to continue to read it, or portions of it, day in and out, and still find it beneficial.
Why I find it helpful, I think, is that it directs my vision away from my own neurotic musings and from things around me that I can see --and onto the unseen God many of us profess to believe in. It's not so much getting specific questions answered or problems solved as it is having the sense that I've touched base with the Eternal One.
It is perhaps surprising that I've gone in this sort of meditative direction since, years ago, I used to spend hours practicing a form of mysticism that ultimately I found destructive. So much so that eventually the last thing I found helpful was quiet contemplation. Anything--watching a movie, taking a walk, playing music--was better.
Now, however, maybe I've healed a little. When thinking about God now, it's really quite matter of fact. It's a case of reminding myself of what is actual, what's really the case, what the true state of affairs is.
In other words, things like: (1) "Who am I?" (a weak, frail, dependent human) and (2) "Who is God?" (ever present, all-powerful, all-wise, working behind the scenes for my good). Pretty soon, as I think and pray about these sorts of things, The God Who Is There starts to fill the picture and my picayune worries start to shrink.
And at this time, familiar passages like Isaiah 40 and the end of Romans 8 seem to continue to remind me of these realities the best.
Which all goes to show: never discount a technician just because he/she looks about 14 years old (well, slightly older, to be truthful).
In other news, it's the old news. Some writers call it "the old paths," meaning the old truths that never cease to be relevant. Additional serious troubles (which I won't get into) have come our way and, once again, I have turned to Isaiah 40. It seems I've been able to continue to read it, or portions of it, day in and out, and still find it beneficial.
Why I find it helpful, I think, is that it directs my vision away from my own neurotic musings and from things around me that I can see --and onto the unseen God many of us profess to believe in. It's not so much getting specific questions answered or problems solved as it is having the sense that I've touched base with the Eternal One.
It is perhaps surprising that I've gone in this sort of meditative direction since, years ago, I used to spend hours practicing a form of mysticism that ultimately I found destructive. So much so that eventually the last thing I found helpful was quiet contemplation. Anything--watching a movie, taking a walk, playing music--was better.
Now, however, maybe I've healed a little. When thinking about God now, it's really quite matter of fact. It's a case of reminding myself of what is actual, what's really the case, what the true state of affairs is.
In other words, things like: (1) "Who am I?" (a weak, frail, dependent human) and (2) "Who is God?" (ever present, all-powerful, all-wise, working behind the scenes for my good). Pretty soon, as I think and pray about these sorts of things, The God Who Is There starts to fill the picture and my picayune worries start to shrink.
And at this time, familiar passages like Isaiah 40 and the end of Romans 8 seem to continue to remind me of these realities the best.
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