Genesis 24:44, “…if she says to me, “Drink, and I’ll draw water for your camels too,” let her be the one the Lord has chosen…” (NIV).
Confession: I hope no one reads this.
Everyone is entitled to a bad day… a bad sermon… a bad blog post.
Several friends of mine recently shared a tweet by Wendall Berry:
"Some of the best things I have ever thought of I have thought of during bad sermons."
Please, oh please, let this also be true of bad blog posts, because I am about to lay an egg.
I read through the daily office with at least half of my attention focused on my daughter’s quiz practice. It’s not as if this was an unfamiliar passage, but the only thing that has been running through my mind, since, is that I can’t imagine picking a wife for any of my sons based on her ability to water camels. That’s it. Literally. That’s the most profound thought I have.
There’s life, too.
Honestly, today felt like a lot of random chance encounters that all point in the same direction, and I don’t want to ignore such indications, but I also don’t want to depend on the sky turning lavender… while a shooting star pierces the big dipper… and results in lemonade spilling into my mouth… as I ride a camel past 41° 53′ 0″ N, 87° 39′ 0″ W… throwing up a hurried prayer… in hopes it will not knock me over like a boomerang when it comes back to me… with a wet fleece… on dry ground…
I’m not one to ask for signs, but I sort of understand how the affirmation is appealing. And I’ve been tempted to ask, lately. Incredibly… Tempted…
And so I admit that I have no idea what God is doing in the world, today… and certainly not in my life… But that’s not a good enough reason to quit writing, so please accept this sad attempt at consistency in the midst of complete and utter uncertainty.