An Iranian pastor who has refused to renounce his Christian faith faces execution as early as Wednesday after his sentence was upheld by an Iranian court.
Today begins the Biblical holiday of Rosh Hashanah (Feast of Trumpets).
Speak to the children of Yisra’el, saying, In the seventh month, on the first day of the month, shall be a solemn rest to you, a memorial of blowing of shofars, a holy convocation. (Lev. 23:24)
I stayed up too late last night.
My Hebrew class gets over at 11 p.m. I enjoy the class. It is taught by a woman who is also learning Hebrew–she is taking a class using the same book. She is just farther into the book than we are. If we ask questions that she doesn’t know, she asks her Hebrew teacher. Also, sometimes people join the class that have greater knowledge of the language, and they are able to help us. We do a lot of reading and learning vocabulary words. It is very helpful and fun to have others to study with.
When I was young, I read a story about a blind dog. He was able to roam free in his house and yard because he had such a good memory that he never bumped into anything more than once. If he bumped into anything, he’d avoid it from that point on. This worked fine for permanent things like trees or buildings, but the problem is that some items aren’t permanent. Sometimes a chair wasn’t pushed up to the table, or or a rake was not put away, or a car was in the driveway and then drove away. If the dog bumped into it, he’d avoid that place from them on, so as he walked across the room or house, he’d weave a curious path around things that weren’t there.
Not long ago, a friend on a forum shared a difficult situation he was going through, and I told him what I learned through a similar situation in an attempt to encourage and help him. After hearing his story, I thought, “Wow, next to his suffering, I’ve hardly suffered at all.” Then he wrote that after hearing my story, he felt that next to my suffering, he had hardly suffered at all. We laughed about that.
Family has always been important to me, and I have always wanted to get married and have kids. I have never had any ambition to climb the corporate ladder. Even though I excelled at school and work, I felt like a replaceable cog at work. My “real” life always began when I left work and went home. I am completely fulfilled at home.
I had intended to write something more deep, but I did not sleep well last night. I had trouble sleeping because I couldn’t shut off my thoughts. (I was thinking about what I’d write in this blog, and now I’m too tired to write it! Ha, ha) Then our cat, Timmy, kept making noises every time I started to drift off to sleep. I finally took him downstairs and shut the door against him. Morning came too early. Yawn.
Today I thought I’d tell you the true story of how God taught me how much He loves me.
I began attending church when I was 2 years old when a neighbor took me. I honestly do not remember a time when I did not love God and want to walk with Him. If anyone had asked me if I knew that Jesus loves me, I would have exclaimed, “ABSOLUTELY!”
We could get rain tonight, but the weather today was quite nice. I kept thinking that I ought to go get another load of firewood. Then EJ said not to drive Aunt Dolly Llama until he can get coolant in her. She’s been having hot flashes–times when her engine starts to overheat. I thought “Yeah! I have a legitimate reason not to get wood today!”