Jericho, and other ruins

IMG_20150103_172451138When I was a teenager, I was part of an organization called Young Life.  We used to sing a song, “Joshua fought the battle of Jericho, and the walls came a-tumbling down, dooby-down, dooby-down, doo-wah”.  (Okay, so it was the 70’s.)

It was a fun song, and planted a little church history in our brains, I suppose.  The account is of the well-known story of the Israelites walking around the walls of this pagan city out of obedience to God, and on the seventh day, with a fair amount of trumpet blowing, the walls came a-tumbling down.  The city was captured and utterly destroyed, except for the family of one woman, a prostitute who had risked everything to help the Israeli spies. Continue reading “Jericho, and other ruins”

Spiritual diabetes

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Let me just be clear about something—I hate exercise.  When I was in high school, I went on a Young Life overnight 50-mile bike hike, 25 miles each day.

Including hills. 

I remember the thought occurring to me that I could purposefully fall off the bike so that I could ride the rest of the way in the S.A.G. (Support And Gear) vehicle since I was certainly sagging, badly.

Certainly, it’s not the first nor the last time my innate lack of stamina has tried to forestall my resolution to physical fitness.  But as a nurse, there is a certain hypocrisy that tries to shadow its demon self if I, at the very least, don’t keep trying.  I preach it at my school, to my staff, to my Continue reading “Spiritual diabetes”