My apologies for missing our appointment yesterday. Following the net four (also parenthetical)
page breaks, I will intimate a truncated version of that upon which I intended
to expound, and the reason for my having now neglected that task.
(Well, I was going to mention a conversation I had with a
cousin of mine, wherein we came to understand the unity of the gospel through
the books of Job and Colossians, the fact that God’s utmost desire is God’s
glory from Colossians, and that all things have been made toward that purpose,
but in greater detail.
However, as I was in the very act of publishing those
sentiments, my electronic device (O, technology!) decided that my actions
merited the deletion of my entire train of thought, such that now, and especially
as my time of slumber has long past, that intellectual locomotive is now
irreparably derailed. My apologies to
you, dear reader. Perhaps next time, the
Lord willing, I will use a surer method of blog publishing that involves
neither operator error nor system malfunction.
Suffice it to sat that glory is God’s; all glory. He shares it with no one but, because of
Christ Jesus, his people are enabled to partake of his Holy Spirit and have the
very same Spirit make his abode, their living bodies. It means that God’s ultimate purpose is God’s
glory, and that God is good such that we, who confess Jesus as Lord and
believer that God raise him from the dead, are enabled to share in glory,
previously restricted to the Almighty.
Are we worthy? No. Are we made worthy? Yes; Jesus has counted us worthy because of
what he has done.
I was also going to make much fuss about the global bacon
shortage for the year 2013. At this
point, though, my mind is degenerating into the primordial soup that a part of
humanity deems to have been the origins of life. And so, I bid you Adieu.)
Today, I would like to take the remaining space to tell of
the family’s latest project. We have two
dogs, Gbenga and Chino. Gbenga is a mix
of Rottweiler and Doberman, and Chino is fully Boerboel (a South African
breed. Of course mentioning the origin
of Chino’s breed immediately unearthed my ignorance to that of Gbenga’s mix,
despite my familiarity thereof). They
seem to be developing personalities as they mature. Gbenga is nearly a year old, and Chino trails
by only a couple of months. For the past
few months, and especially in this last month or so, the gruesome twosome have
been finding ways to get out of the yard, either around or underneath our
chain-link fence, much to the dismay of the family and the families of the
surrounding Nkwanta-ites.
I have, in fact, just come inside from a long, productive
day of interweaving iron rods into the fence and hammering them into the ground
to prevent unwanted (on the part of the humans) departure of the canine creatures
from the house’s immediate premises.
About 20 minutes after we (my dad, my cousin, and I) came
inside for the day, we see Gbenga and Chino outside the fence. Yippee.
So, more searching led us to see that we had a few more rods to put into
the ground well. As I type, I hear no
barking. That means that the dogs are
either asleep or that they have escaped yet again. In the latter case we shall hasten to change
the dogs’ names to Houdini and Angel!
With this said, I will sign off for now. I am still trying to post every Tuesday and
Saturday, as I said in the last post. Hindrances
will be due to electricity, or to time left on the Internet (it is essentially
pre-paid usage).
If you want the Gospel, read Ephesians 2:1, 2 and Colossians
1:21 and John 3:16. If you want it now,
then know that you do not have to be an enemy with God forever. He has made
reconciliation to and relationship with God possible. Where does that hope come from? God.
Who is that hope? God himself. If that is not good news, what else could you
possibly have in mind?
