The Answer In Pits and Armageddons
Wednesday’s Ice Armageddon was Thursday’s faint dream in our rain soaked town. Sunlight slid warmth through un-toppled trees to erase any hint of slippery ice on the roadways.
During this day my mind whirled ADHD trying to decide what to cook for dinner and when we should visit our son. For dinner I settled on creating a savory soup of many colors. As for travel...was this the weekend to auto north as Armageddon heads northeast?
I slid my i-Phone Weather app repeatedly to maps, like a planchette on the Ouija board.
The answer came after Buddy and I listened to the Bible account of Jacob blessing the two sons of his son Joseph, the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat guy. Dying Jacob laid his hands crossways over Manasseh and Ephraim to bless the younger over the older. Joseph moved his father’s hands and scolded him!
I used to think Joseph to be the least sinful person in the Bible. Second to the youngest of twelve brothers, Joseph survived his elder brothers’ toss into a dirt pit, being sold into slavery, and two decades of unjust Egyptian imprisonment without a single record of outrage or whining.
Troubled dreams of fat and skinny cows pushed Egypt's Pharaoh to free Joseph from prison, since no one else could interpret them with a satisfactory answer.
Before the throne, Joseph humbly admitted:
In these dreams God warned of a seven-year famine following seven years of plenty. Joseph suggested that his Highness find a discerning overseer to execute a prepper’s storage plan he detailed.
After seven years of plenty, the famine emptied the land and stomachs of Egyptians and neighboring peoples. When people and Joseph’s brothers came begging for Egypt’s food, the Pharaoh told them, “Go to Joseph. Whatever he says, do!”
The hungry brothers yielded to sibling schemes Joseph concocted they do, testing their loyalty to Father Jacob and Benjamin, Joseph’s young brother.
On long treks back and forth to their father, his brothers tore into each other in gnawing guilt. Perhaps hunger blinded them from seeing the boy sold to Egyptian slave masters as Egypt's Master Overseer, his eyelids, kohl black and malachite green, a man in fine linen and gold, second only to mighty Pharaoh.
When they brought Benjamin before him, this Master wept, then embraced them with a big reveal:
In the pitfalls, Armageddons, or ADHD fog, I finally yield to Jesus. I ponder His Holy Book. It is not my recipe book, nor is it my trip advisor. It is the nonfiction best seller about God's direction and favor to persons in the pits, Armageddon, or any clueless state. . . Like driving into a sudden snowstorm, that none of my Weather app maps predicted!
I think I shall stop typing, take a picture and pray.
During this day my mind whirled ADHD trying to decide what to cook for dinner and when we should visit our son. For dinner I settled on creating a savory soup of many colors. As for travel...was this the weekend to auto north as Armageddon heads northeast?
I slid my i-Phone Weather app repeatedly to maps, like a planchette on the Ouija board.
The answer came after Buddy and I listened to the Bible account of Jacob blessing the two sons of his son Joseph, the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat guy. Dying Jacob laid his hands crossways over Manasseh and Ephraim to bless the younger over the older. Joseph moved his father’s hands and scolded him!
I used to think Joseph to be the least sinful person in the Bible. Second to the youngest of twelve brothers, Joseph survived his elder brothers’ toss into a dirt pit, being sold into slavery, and two decades of unjust Egyptian imprisonment without a single record of outrage or whining.
Troubled dreams of fat and skinny cows pushed Egypt's Pharaoh to free Joseph from prison, since no one else could interpret them with a satisfactory answer.
Before the throne, Joseph humbly admitted:
“It is not in me; God will give Pharaoh a favorable answer.”
In these dreams God warned of a seven-year famine following seven years of plenty. Joseph suggested that his Highness find a discerning overseer to execute a prepper’s storage plan he detailed.
After seven years of plenty, the famine emptied the land and stomachs of Egyptians and neighboring peoples. When people and Joseph’s brothers came begging for Egypt’s food, the Pharaoh told them, “Go to Joseph. Whatever he says, do!”
The hungry brothers yielded to sibling schemes Joseph concocted they do, testing their loyalty to Father Jacob and Benjamin, Joseph’s young brother.
On long treks back and forth to their father, his brothers tore into each other in gnawing guilt. Perhaps hunger blinded them from seeing the boy sold to Egyptian slave masters as Egypt's Master Overseer, his eyelids, kohl black and malachite green, a man in fine linen and gold, second only to mighty Pharaoh.
When they brought Benjamin before him, this Master wept, then embraced them with a big reveal:
“I am your brother, Joseph, whom you sold into Egypt... do not be distressed or angry with yourselves because you sold me here, for God sent me before you to preserve life. For the famine has been in the land these two years, and there are yet five more years ... God sent me before you to preserve for you a remnant on earth, and to keep alive, for you, many survivors. So it was not you who sent me here, but God.”
In the pitfalls, Armageddons, or ADHD fog, I finally yield to Jesus. I ponder His Holy Book. It is not my recipe book, nor is it my trip advisor. It is the nonfiction best seller about God's direction and favor to persons in the pits, Armageddon, or any clueless state. . . Like driving into a sudden snowstorm, that none of my Weather app maps predicted!
I think I shall stop typing, take a picture and pray.
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