Lord's Day

Sunday morning, Starbucks run.  I'm here most Sunday mornings from sometime before seven until about forty-five minutes before our service begins.  It's nice to have a bit of a routine - a latte, a bagel, some time in the Word before the service, a quick catch up on e-mail and the newspaper.

It's another gloomy, grey and damp day - perfect for curling up in front of a movie, under a thick quilt. That would be the plan for this afternoon, with the addition of a stack of magazines and a pair of scissors.  The basket under the end table that holds the magazines is out of control, so it is time to weed through them.  I then take the articles and recipes I pull out and neatly file them....only to clean out the files two years later and get rid of most of them.  Kind of makes you think, huh?

The reading this morning (assuming I can get rid of enough phlegm to actually get through it) is Isaiah 35, a passage that exudes joy and confidence that God will redeem His people, and the very earth will erupt in joy when He does. I love the last verse of the chapter:

And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

Isaiah 35:10

It's not just that joy and gladness come to them, but that they can't even remember the sorrow that was theirs before their redemption.  That's the kind of forgetfulness that I want.