Before the Ending of the Day

I like music that pulsates, undulating. There is something like prayer in crashing waves, calling again and again.

This is worship music which atmospherically and lyrically understands that Christianity has no bounds — and, more significantly, that even the surest of faith, encompasses doubt and darkness – Lars Gotrich

In an ordered, intelligible and reassuringly man-made world, where we have banished the sacred and lost contact with the ineffable and the numinous, this is a text that still has the power to invoke a sense of enveloping mystery, as well as underscoring our dependence and poverty. – RAIJ

Before the Ending of the Day, by Revolutionary Army of the Infant Jesus

Lyrics:

Before the ending of the day,
Creator of the world we pray,
That with thy wonted favour thou
Wouldst be our guard and keeper now.
From all ill dreams defend our eyes,
From nightly fears and fantasies;
Tread underfoot our ghostly foe,
That no pollution we may know.
O Father, that we ask be done,
Through Jesus Christ, thine only Son;
Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee,
Doth live and reign eternally.

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He has reconciled.

It is late on a Tuesday morning here on the earth, where I wait patiently on the Word of God and the power He gives me to attain to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ Jesus, in Whom I live, move, have my being, in Whom I have totally placed all my colorful misshapen broken marbles into one basket, one expectation, one hope, one faith: Christ alone and preeminent.

I went to the doctor in Shallotte this morning for an extension of my short-term disability, since I am not quite physically ready to return to the rigors of my job. They excused me from work until Thursday, when I will return to the doctor for a followup appointment.

Read this morning from Job, Psalms, and Colossians. After lunch I am going to try doing some yardwork because it is a beautiful day and because I need to see how these lungs are progressing. I feel like my breathing is getting better, but slowly.

And you who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if indeed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which I, Paul, became a minister.

Going in circles.

The management at work is feeling pressured because they are short staffed, and my supervisor called this morning to tell me all about it and get me to return to work. I told him honestly I didn’t think I would get past the Occupational Health doctor in Wilmington. But he was insistent and since my regular doctor estimated my return to work today, I went. Burned gas for an hour to Wilmington and an hour back to find out what I knew: the doctor wouldn’t release me to work. My lungs are still pretty funky and I got all out of breath last night at Food Lion getting a couple things. So now I have to go back to my regular doctor and see when he thinks I’ll be able to get back to work, or if there is anything I can do to expedite the process beyond what I’m already doing. I’m still pretty short of breath. Being sick is a pain in the bahakas.

I’m grumpy. But I am trying to keep my focus where it belongs: in the pursuit of the Kingdom. The Lord is a God of knowledge. He knows me. I want to know Him.