One indisputable characteristic about the Old Testament prophets—they were weird. I don’t say that disparagingly, but c’mon, they were not always the kind of people you’d invite to a office picnic. Calling down fire from heaven, tying themselves in knots, and all that.
Of course, they were good to have around when something needed fixed.
Case in point, the prophet Elisha has been persuaded to come with some of his students to build a new meeting place. In the course of events, there was a problem:
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Today, I am 57. I’m reaching that age where you look in the mirror and think, “who is that old woman?!” I will confess that I’m still working on this adulthood thing. I’d say most of my grownup life I’ve been pretty responsible. Being in charge of a 40-bed wing of a big city hospital at the sagacious age of 20 tends to bring that out in you, that is, if you (and your patients) are going to survive. And believe me, there were times it could seem like an emotional and mental warzone.
Unfortunately, being responsible is not the same as being mature. Maturity, I am still learning, is a matter of jurisdiction over one’s own heart, and it will Continue reading “Mirror, mirror…”