It’s been a frustrating week. There is a part of me which is superstitious, as in I think God occasionally talks to me through events. This was one of those occasions.
That new job I would have liked didn’t happen, they decided since it was only 4 months they would just cope.
My car keeps taking longer to fix than estimates, it’s been extended 4 times.
And the rain keeps coming, rain and intense humidity. Did I mention the air con in our room died?
We had the particularly low pay day, minus the cancelled hours for COVID isolation. A long two weeks til the next one.
The COVID isolation prevented Ren from going to his first week of TAFE, and has thrown him off balance. He’s already struggling somewhat.
I read this chapter a few times and nothing, nothing to say. I’ve been callous and hard hearted towards God. The last few chapters have been fairly mechanical. The best practice for leading a first century church seems way way off in the distance and tiny to me.
On the upside, Church (I think) gave us a supermarket gift card for one hundred dollars. Actually really useful! Daisy has been marvelous, lending me her car. We’ll survive, especially if this friggin’ rain stops.
Yesterday the air con in her car seemed to go and the car generally started to malfunction. I think it was low on water, and maybe oil. Hopefully its that’s simple. I really really hope it isn’t broken. What is it with me and cars!
Anyway, that last straw last night threw me into Jobian prayer. Melting heart, feeling vulnerable and weighed down. In a rush, I felt god’s presence. Pleading with God to stop punishing me and give me a break, repenting of my own hard harshness and indifference, and feeling like the pile up of problems was a message to rely on God, that obedience matters. The rain finally felt sweet.
Just one of those moments. The week has hollowed me out and made me selfish. A bit of oil and coolant and the car seems happier, cross fingers.
So many things not done, so unequal to the number of people who seem to need my help. A downside of being a pro carer is that weeks like this drain my capacity to care and numb me. I feel like a massive enabler, taking on load after load that I can’t really shoulder. That’s why a chill-out job with unemotional problems seems wildly appealing to me.
Reading the chapter again, it does start to sing a little. There’s desperation there. Paul’s last advice to Timothy is to guard his own faith. The image is of him at times alone in a sea of godless chatter and selfishly motivated distraction. He’s lonely, it’s not to be taken for granted that he won’t find his own faith shipwrecked.
God is distant and invisible in this book, which is unsettling in Paul’s writing, but relatable in my circumstances. Paul refers again to it, with lines that have gone into a classic hymn:
God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see. To him be honor and might forever. Amen
We sang the hymn at church Andrew and I, and it was special. Contemplating the awesome Jehovah, who is so different from us, and so removed, but whose love is tangible in Jesus, who is so intimately relatable.
Paul expects the church to be pretty much status quo, and not that flash. Above all, Timothy is to stay pure. Stay true. There’s a bunch of timely stuff about money not delivering that stability, but being a false God that can deliver a bunch of far worse problems. Noted.
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, thy great Name we praise.Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
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