Tuesday, October 28, 2008

No workout this morning. The last couple of days have been insanely busy. I am about 10 stockings behind the eightball. This morning I had to clean the kitchen. Working out is great for the heart, but a clean kitchen is good for the soul. LOL!

Word of the day:
Gospel
Feast of Saints Simon and Jude, Apostles
Lk 6:12-16
Jesus went up to the mountain to pray,
and he spent the night in prayer to God.

When day came, he called his disciples to himself,
and from them he chose Twelve, whom he also named Apostles:
Simon, whom he named Peter, and his brother Andrew,
James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew,
Thomas, James the son of Alphaeus,
Simon who was called a Zealot,
and Judas the son of James,
and Judas Iscariot, who became a traitor.

Thoughts from the cornfield:
We live out in the country. Farm folks place great value on the family name. Most women, even after they marry and take on new names, are still associated with their family name. "You know, Dorothy, she used to be a Miller, or, that's Zeke Garber's son." Each family name has a character all it's own. The same was true in Jesus' time. Names identified who your father was, what your family did for a living, and even what town you were from. Jesus was most likely known as "Yeshua bar Joseph," identifying him as the son of Joseph. As we go through life we acquire other titles and identifiers. We are assigned a social security number, we have phone numbers, we have job titles, we are Mom or Dad or Grandma or Grandpa, aunt, uncle, and so on. But when we go to God, there is only one name by which we are called - the name God gave us at our conception. Just as Jesus called his disciples by name, so God calls us.



God bless the troops!