I have not blogged here for two days. This seems like a long time, when you think about it, but what can you say? One thing I can say is that time is all messed up this week.
Do you ever have a week like that? Maybe it was last week's holiday. Maybe it is the fact that the month ended in the middle of the week. Maybe it is something I "et," as Scrooge would say. But the days seem odd.
Everyday this week has felt like a Friday.
Anyway, the interesting thing is that I have walked the earth for more than 50 years, with the same seven days in the week every week of my life. Since I learned about days as a child, they have never changed. We create new holidays and move holidays around, but the seven days are always the same. For some reason, they don't always seem the same for me.
My work schedule (since college) has always been Monday through Friday, with church on Sunday. It never changes, unless I have a vacation or a special week that requires work on Saturday. Yet, my mind keeps getting days confused.
This is not even age, because I used to confuse days when I was young as well.
Anyway, I don't know what causes this (I am sure someone is using federal money to research this critical issue even as I type), but I learn something from it. I cannot trust myself even in basic things.
The days are always the same, but I am never sure what they are. I wake up and do not know, for a moment, if it is Sunday (church), Saturday (tennis), or Monday through Friday (work). This is ridiculous.
If I cannot remember days, how can I be sure of anything in myself? If I can leave my house on a Wednesday, convinced it is a Friday, how can I know anything based on my feelings? Like Descartes ("I think therefore I am"), I find myself puzzled over how to know anything.
As a Christian, however, I do know this. I know that God exists and that He does not get the days confused. I know that the days of my life are numbered, by Him, and that I can rely on Him, even when I am confused. I know that my own feelings (about days, about life, about worship, about Him) are not trustworthy at all.
Years ago, I heard a fairly famous TV preacher make one of the oddest assertions. His claim was that, in Adam's fall, our "minds" fell but our "emotions" remained pure. Therefore, he said, we should not "think about" God but we should "trust our feelings." Like Darth Vader, he believed that feelings were everything.
He was wrong. My feelings are the last thing I would trust. They cannot tell one day from another. Likewise, my mind is not something to trust, because I have learned enough to have at least some idea of how little I know (and how often I have been wrong).
But my God I will trust, forever.
Do you ever have a week like that? Maybe it was last week's holiday. Maybe it is the fact that the month ended in the middle of the week. Maybe it is something I "et," as Scrooge would say. But the days seem odd.
Everyday this week has felt like a Friday.
Anyway, the interesting thing is that I have walked the earth for more than 50 years, with the same seven days in the week every week of my life. Since I learned about days as a child, they have never changed. We create new holidays and move holidays around, but the seven days are always the same. For some reason, they don't always seem the same for me.
My work schedule (since college) has always been Monday through Friday, with church on Sunday. It never changes, unless I have a vacation or a special week that requires work on Saturday. Yet, my mind keeps getting days confused.
This is not even age, because I used to confuse days when I was young as well.
Anyway, I don't know what causes this (I am sure someone is using federal money to research this critical issue even as I type), but I learn something from it. I cannot trust myself even in basic things.
The days are always the same, but I am never sure what they are. I wake up and do not know, for a moment, if it is Sunday (church), Saturday (tennis), or Monday through Friday (work). This is ridiculous.
If I cannot remember days, how can I be sure of anything in myself? If I can leave my house on a Wednesday, convinced it is a Friday, how can I know anything based on my feelings? Like Descartes ("I think therefore I am"), I find myself puzzled over how to know anything.
As a Christian, however, I do know this. I know that God exists and that He does not get the days confused. I know that the days of my life are numbered, by Him, and that I can rely on Him, even when I am confused. I know that my own feelings (about days, about life, about worship, about Him) are not trustworthy at all.
Years ago, I heard a fairly famous TV preacher make one of the oddest assertions. His claim was that, in Adam's fall, our "minds" fell but our "emotions" remained pure. Therefore, he said, we should not "think about" God but we should "trust our feelings." Like Darth Vader, he believed that feelings were everything.
He was wrong. My feelings are the last thing I would trust. They cannot tell one day from another. Likewise, my mind is not something to trust, because I have learned enough to have at least some idea of how little I know (and how often I have been wrong).
But my God I will trust, forever.