Truth a central feature of intimacy, &c.

We read Ephesians 4 tonight in our home group. Keynote is the King going up and distributing gifts which become our service in the Kingdom, each according to his function. Such contributions to the body for maturation and growth make for greater unity. Here it is that truth becomes a central feature of intimacy. Richard has studied the book much, and we’ll be interested in hearing his thoughts.

• Tomorrow, Nov. 15, is a national holiday in Brazil, and most are taking Friday off for a long weekend. Yesterday the weatherman warned of rain through Sunday, so it’ll be a damp springtime celebration for the travelers. We’re staying home, away from the traffic and crowds, to enjoy peace and quiet and, who knows, maybe a novel. But we’ll still be getting some serious work done, too.

• A friend who has published a number of biographies and autobiographies urged me to write my story. I guess it would have to be me to write it, since no one else will. (No biographer has yet shown up and offered.) But I thought it a tad early yet. I’m too young for a story of my life, presidential practice notwithstanding. Last week, though, I started making some notes, jotting down some stories. It’s amazing how quickly details get away from a mind.

• Maybe my kids might find it interesting reading, when they reach 60 or more, and start wondering about the past. It will hold little excitement for anyone else, I suspect.

Preacher Marshall Keeble

Marshall Keeble

• I skyped with my parents Monday night and asked them for some background information for my little project. In the course of the conversation it came out that Mom remembers as a child a group piling into the back of a truck and going from Stonewall (northern Greene County), Ark., to Poplar Bluff, Mo., to hear Marshall Keeble preach in a big tent meeting. How cool is that?

• We’ve been bopping out the news reports over on I know it’s human nature, but I would have hoped that the new creation in Christ would have changed people enough to be as interested in what’s happening around the world, say, brethren without homes in Guatemala’s earthquake, as in events closer to home. Why do I think that it ought not to be too much to ask?

• BNc has become one of the popular sites among the Forthright/GoSpeak offerings. For that we’re grateful. The Tallapoosa, Ga., church website was kind to say that BNc was the best news site for churches of Christ. We hope to improve as we grow and provide greater and better coverage, in the face of great challenges. We hope you’ll send finished stories (with pictures are best), tips, suggestions, etc. Often a person thinks that a story won’t be of general interest. We like the local stories best, however.

• Psalm 89 is still ringing in my ears after a specially meaningful reading this morning. Earlier today I reflected on it a bit in the intro/background to one of my Cloudburst poems, as well as used a verse from it for the basis for my devotional thought over on my blog. We use the span of our lives as the measure of seeing something happen in the kingdom. The Lord has a longer view. I wouldn’t call the writer’s “how long?” pathetic, but his appeal does get a wee bit sad as he tries to hurry the Lord along:

Remember how short my life is,
how empty and futile this human existence!
No one can live forever; all will die.
No one can escape the power of the grave.
(Psa 89.48-49 NLT)

We want to see things change for the better in our lifetime, don’t we? We want the results happening before we’re gone. A natural reaction, I suppose. But life isn’t always wrapped up in a little ribbon with shiny paper by the time it’s our turn to cross the river. Sometimes we leave this world when the tides have yet to turn, when the story line is crisis and conflict rather than peace and resolution.

But we may rest at the end of our day, knowing that the Lord has his hand on the tiller and will guide all events toward his established goal.

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