Advent waiting day fifteen. Morning is coming, The Great Tennessee River lies quietly between our mountain and the one across from ours. It is the Sabbath rest, resting and waiting—and worshiping. I read this morning about Balaam’s donkey that saw the angel and saved his master, a seeing, talking donkey. I have never seen a seeing, talking donkey, or a baby God or a King named Jesus but there is something about mountains and rivers and every week having a Sabbath rest that declares to me A Great Love that is Kind, Generous and Fantastical. “And God blessed the seventh day and declared it holy, because it was the day when he rested from all his work of creating.” Creating a day of rest after ever six, making a donkey talk, thinking up mountains and rivers and giving them away….“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” He has left enough evidence behind that makes the waiting make perfect sense. Happy day of waiting rest; that is a brilliant and kind idea.
NOTE
My auto correct changed my “who” to “that” when I was talking about Balaam’s donkey. I asked my wife if that was correct and she said yes. I said, “I would think that a donkey is as much a being as I am,” and she said, “you thinking about Disney?” We laughed out loud. I guess that makes my whole point, our faith is not Fantasia.
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