I’m in a strange sort of way. Perhaps it’s due to the way I’ve been pushing myself lately. I’m always on the go go go and today my get up and go got up and went, lol. I suppose it’s a good thing it’s Friday and I’ll have something of a break…or will I? No, not really. Going with Kevin to run an errand in the morning then picking up a load of mulch and will probably spend the better part of the day weeding and mulching the flowerbeds. There’s still a porch to paint but I don’t even want to go there yet. The spare room is drywalled and the mud is drying so next week it’ll be ready for paint (and we haven’t even talked about colors). The whole house needs cleaned in a bad way as there is a layer of plaster and drywall dust all over everything. Am I complaining again?
What we own ends up owning us. And I find myself asking is this what life’s about? I know the answer but I ask it anyway, surprised at how completely sucked in to fixing up this old house I have become. I keep reminding myself that this work won’t last forever…but it’ll last at least the summer, and I have this impending sense of…what? Not doom, but certainly something. Something is coming. Anyone who studies Revelation has seen the signs. Yet we go on as if things will never change. And they don’t seem to until one day they change forever. Just ask the people who live along the Gulf. It’ll never be the same for them.
It took a hundred years for Noah to build the ark. Everyone around him probably called him crazy (among other things). I wonder how he dealt with the ridicule that must have come and whether he shared with others what God had told him. I think about what must have been going through his mind all those years, and I even wonder if perhaps building the ark took a little longer than it should have. Then again, it was huge and he probably didn’t have much help. And the whole time people are getting married, having children, going through life as the day grew nearer. Kind of like now, although we have no physical ark to look at and say, “It’s done” and there are no animals coming by twos. There are other signs, though. The earthquakes (sure have been a lot of them lately), the disasters like the Gulf oil spill. Revelation talks about a third of the life in the sea perishing, and perhaps this is the beginning. Plenty of wars and rumors of wars (“There always has been, there always will be war” so the song goes). Knowledge has increased (the Internet has a lot to do with that–too bad knowledge doesn’t equal wisdom). Then there’s the killing of believers (think Sudan and other places) by people who think they’re doing God a favor. Yep, it’s near.
And here I am, fixing up a house, mulching and painting, acting as if none of this is happening because that’s all far away (or so it seems) and life goes on, until one day it doesn’t.