I woke up this morning to a near tropical 5 degree's but as strange as it sounds I woke up warm. It felt like I had central heating inside this shed. It is so wonderful not to wake up shivering.
But I also woke up feeling pretty ill, with a migraine, unable to stop coughing and sneezing. Perhaps I am warm as in "fever."
Meanwhile the cats and dogs are getting cabin fever, unwilling to stay outside under these conditions, yet bouncing off the walls of this small shed. Except Copper. She is still coveting the small heater.
I have a very small television. As small as a computer monitor. Last night I fell asleep with the tv on, and around 6 am a pastor giving a tv sermon woke me up.
Isn't it strange how something can reach you while you are still asleep, and as he started to tell his congregation that "God has promised that those who love God shall grow fat and prosperous because of His blessings," even in my sleep I thought of the disciples, then the early church and how they suffered so.
The more his words reached my subconscious the faster I started to wake up, until I was wide eyed and bushy tailed trying to digest this strange "prosperity preaching." It's so wrong to lead people to believe that God is a respecter of persons, and material wealth & security is a sign of favoritism.
The world may abandon a person, the feeling of loneliness may consume a hurting person, life may give some horrible blows... but those factors touch all equally irregardless of wealth, social status or material possessions. God remains the same. He never forsake His. Whatever one of His goes through He will be right there. His presence, His caring is the wealth and security we can depend upon for an eternity.
Luke 12:6-7; Matthew 10-29-31
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Yesterday the gross receipts tax increased, and as one can expect, the locals started to speak loud and clear.
The BRT: What were they thinking?