As a man was journeying from Jericho to Jerusalem he was attacked by thieves. They took everything he had, even the clothes from his back. Then they beat him senseless and left him for dead.
For several months I have been thinking about Jesus’ healing of the man born blind (John 9).
The facts are simple. The man was born blind. Jesus gave him sight. This is not a fable. It is not even a parable. It actually happened.
But the rest of the story is about people asking, and dogmatically answering, the wrong questions. The disciples asked a wrong question. The neighbors asked several wrong questions. The Pharisees asked more wrong questions. Even the man healed asked a couple wrong questions.
Mass media and social media are overflowing with emotions surrounding the decision of the Supreme Court. Visceral feelings are bleeding from all sides, blood pressures are rising, and voices are screaming for the last word. In a battle of feelings everyone is armed and dangerous. It appears that few will emerge without wounds.
As I've read the quotes and comments it seems to me that the underlying question is who, or what, has ultimate authority over our lives?
When I’m not traveling I spend a significant amount of time at my desk.
It’s a great desk.
When we furnished our office with an office cubicle system I opted instead for antique oak furniture for my office. Jan and I have furnished our home primarily with oak antiques we’ve refinished, so this was another opportunity for us to enjoy working on projects together. It also makes me feel “at home” while I’m “at work.” (The boundaries between these are often blurred, but that’s a subject for another day.)
When anyone comes into my office for a conversation they typically see me sitting in my antique oak office chair, my laptop centered on my roll-top oak desk, with miscellaneous notes, books, and frequently used supplies within easy reach in the oak storage boxes.
Photos of Jan, my daughters and sons-in-love, and grandsons are obvious. If you look very carefully you can see the Family Circus coaster Lindsey got me for Father’s Day one year.
But almost no one sees something that I see all day every day. My “secret” mission.