It is 9:50 AM Monday morning in the flow of Existence. Today is the Day of the Dead. I like that description for this day. We need to celebrate as americans the Day of the Dead. How do you celebrate the Day of the Dead?
Anyway it is a cold rainy ugly Monday morning. I am down in the basement messing with my lap top listening to music and having a cup of tea. Carol left this morning to visit her mother.
I got up this morning around 6:18 AM. I made a pot of coffee when I got up. I then ate some food and read some of the Gospel of Matthew. I am not rushing through the Gospel of Matthew. I need to read the New Testament slowly since I am so familiar with it. I have praying to the Holy Spirit to open my ears to Hear the Word of God like I have not heard it before. (”"Are you still so dull?” Jesus asked them.” Matthew 15:16;” “Have you understood all these things?” Jesus asked.” Matt. 13:51).
Last night I read the Gospel of Matthew and a commentary on Matthew while Carol was at Covenant PCA. I got out to read “Matthew” [The NIV Application Commentary] by Michael J. Wilkens. The other day I mentioned Wilkens book “Discipleship in the Ancient World and Matthew’s Gospel”.
Carol watched baseball last night. I messed with my lap top down in our basement and then went to bed and read till late “Samuel Johnson: The Struggle” by Jeffrey Meyers. I also read last night and this morning “Heaven and Earth in the Gospel of Matthew” by Jonathan T. Pennington.
I have no plans for the day. It is too cold and wet this morning to walk the dog anywhere. I thought of going over to Hope College and seeing if they have Johnson’s biography of the 18 century English poet Richard Savage. But right now I feel sluggish.
I should read some more of “Future Israel: Why Christian Anti-Judaism Must Be Challenged” by Barry E. Horner. And also the book “The Indelible Image: The Theological and Ethical Thought World of the New Testament” Volume One “The Individual Witnesses” by Ben Witherington III.
I already wrote in my private diary this morning. Well what else needs to be recorded this morning? I have been thinking about writing down the life of my mother. The first line of the life of my mother always goes back to a story I remember about my dead mother being locked in a closet as a girl. I do not know if this story is true? I do not know why I remember such a thing about my dead mother? Who told me this about my mother? I have no one to call or ask about my mother. I never knew my father. I was born out of wedlock. I am illegitmate. (1 Corinth. 15:11; John 8:41)
I like to be able to write a novel titled “Mother” but I do not know how to start. Plus why write such a novel? I am more comfortable writing down my existence. I am also not a writer. I am a loner waiting for the Second Coming. “For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.” 1 Thess. 4:16
I suppose I will close since I lost my train of thought.
“While Jesus was still talking to the crowd, his mother and brothers stood outside wanting to speak to him. Someone told him, “Your mother and brothers are standing outside, wanting to to speak to you.” He replied, “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” Pointing to his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.”" Matthew 12:46-50
music: Autechre “Tri-Repetae II”
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