Enjoying breakfast alone with God is not so unusual in my home, but this morning I did it in a public restaurant. Our little town did not do so well in supporting our one café on this fine morning. Perhaps everyone is getting the chores done so that they might enjoy a day expected to be in the 70s. Listening to the weather in New England last night and this morning causes a feeling of displacement. Close the curtains all around to shut out the view of outside, and one might feel chills and a need to count the canned goods in the pantry. As often happens in this age, the storm does not seem to be living up to predictions. So, which position would I rather be in as a weather prognosticator: the one where I predicted little and got folks in trouble or even killed, or the one where they mocked me for coming up short once more? I would of course take the mocking. Then there is the other temptation.
When enough people pay attention to a person, that person then faces the temptation to upscale the doom. Some of us call this fiction writing and try to make a living at it. Others, it seems, get caught up in the doom-crying and proceed to make life miserable for hard working folks. We'll call them meteorologists for short. Then there is that third class of doomsayers: the Bible calls 'em prophets. No matter how much these men and women upscale the doom, most folks of their day fail to believe them. Unlike fiction writers and weather forecasters, prophets - the ones not labeled 'false' - speak from God, and their words of doom come true in the proper time.
Have a great day in Christ!Bucky
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