Thoughts from the Brain Baked

June 23, 2010

Hello, fair faithful doodleheads! I have been lax in mine doodling for the month of June. Much ado has been adooing whilst the sun hath been abeating down upon our heads here in Corbin. Perchance, this explains the slightly Shakespearean tone to yon (or maybe it should be “yawn”) doodle to which you are now at this very moment wishing you were not perusing with thine eyes! Forgivest thou me, I beg of thee! My brain hath been bakethed!

So, anyhow, we’re halfway through this year already. Does anyone else feel a bit nauseated by the speed of the twirling earth these days? I absolutely cannot keep up with anything anymore! I’m not even cleaning or laundering over the summer, because my dear husband, who has nearly four months of free time between semesters at the university, kindly volunteered, after the administering of a certain womanly look from the wife (the bad look, not the good one, although the good look is making an appearance more often since the administering of the bad one) to take over as house husband during this season of rest. But still, I cannot keep up with what I have left to do on the to-do list.

I think I’ve entered the stage of life called (by me, at least) I-don’t-have-time-to-waste-on-dirt-and-clutter-because-I’m-getting-old-and-need-to-concentrate-on-what-is-really-important-and-also-fun-and-what-is-on-the-bucket-list-because-my-bucket-is-really-big-and-I-want-to-empty-it-before-I-die stage. That’s a rather long name for a stage, but it’s the one I’m in, so you’ll have to get over it. I hope some of you out there will join me in this phase of life, because I really don’t want to be buried alive by clutter and dirt all alone. That would not be fun or important, so I don’t want to do that. I need some company as I wade through the muck to nobler pursuits!

In case you may be wondering, daughters two and three made it to Great Britain and back with nary a volcanic ash pile descending upon their heads, a snatching of valuables from their personal persons, an altercation with terrorists or other such crazies, or even a visitation by a cough or cold. Then daughter number three danced beautifully in her dance recital immediately following their return to the states. And this manic mother actually lived to tell about it all. Let us praise the Lord for His many mercies!!

Speaking of the Lord, guess what He has blessed me with the chance to do again? I bet some of you are guessing it—yes, Yes, YESSSSSSS! I’m going to see Paul McCartney live and in person for the third time!!! I can hardly contain my inner yeehaw! He is the one and only permanent member of my bucket list, at least until one of us kicks it. So that’s an item of great importance and fun that will be happening next month. Stay tuned for the report. We will be high and lifted up near the ceiling in the arena in Nashville, but at least we will be there!

And that reminds me of just how high and lifted up our amazing God is and how close and right down in the nitty gritty of life He is, too. As I mentioned last month, I’ve been going through Beth Moore’s *Daniel* study for the second time in Sunday School. Talk about wild and crazy good stuff! We recently looked at chapter 9, where Daniel is told by Gabriel the meaning of the seventy sevens. The detail that hit me right between the eyeballs once again came in verses 25 and 26:

Know and understand this: From the issuing of the decree to restore and
rebuild Jerusalem until the Anointed One (Masiyah in Hebrew), the ruler,
comes, there will be seven ‘sevens,’ and sixty-two ‘sevens.’It will be rebuilt
with streets and a trench, but in times of trouble. After the sixty-two ‘sevens,’
the Anointed One will be cut off and have nothing.

The neat part is that we know from Nehemiah that the decree to let the Jews return and rebuild Jerusalem came in the month of Nissan of the Hebrew calendar, which equates to March/April on the Roman calendar. From historical records that decree was issued on March 5, 444 BC. Seven sevens (49 years) plus 62 sevens (434 years) equals 483 years. Times that by 360 days in the Hebrew calendar year and that comes to 173,880 days, which takes us to March 30, 33 AD of our calendar, which is the day when Jesus came riding into Jerusalem on a donkey as King of Kings, on the road to his crucifixion a few days later. That just flips my little lid right off in a halleholylujah fit!!

God’s got it all worked out to the tiniest detail. No worries.

May your time be fillethed with praise as thou doth contemplate that one!