I was quite out of it today, “it” being defined as energy. Enthusiasm. Excitement. And ennui, although in the latter’s case I was too aggravated to be bored.
Found myself in the morning using several words that would have made George Carlin blush while snapping off the news following the fifth worship service in seven minutes for Obama. Compared to the build-up for his official designation as the fourth part of the Trinity the welcome for Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem was three Boy Scouts and a hippie named Fred standing by the side of the road waving hi. For his sake I hope the emperor who weaves his own fictitious gold thread into the garments he dons doesn’t leave town in the same manner as the One Who actually is the One, only in Obama’s case the cross will be not literal but formed out of the expectations in which he wrapped himself and has been wrapped by others he can never hope to fulfill.
Actually, the Obama blues are a side issue. A good part of the disinterest no doubt stems from greatly preferring to spend the day working on the book. I know I will have no genuine rest in my life until it’s available (probably on special order, but at least available) at your local bookstore. That’s the way it goes when you have the Blues Brothers blues. I really am on a mission from God.
While I’ve never been much for the “Satan is oppressing me” mentality in that I usually do more than a good enough job of getting in my own way let alone the Lord’s, given the ever-increasing amount of pure manure that’s been hurled in my direction as the book progresses toward publication I’m beginning to think this is more than just some bad days. Not that I have any illusions about selling scads of copies, but I do believe the book will get into people’s hands and will be a conduit for ministry. It’s becoming ever more apparent someone isn’t too keen on this, and as part of expressing their displeasure is doing a very good job of turning my life into the no-fun zone.
Enough for one day. More than enough of this day.
