Yacking yutes and yellow sun racing up the sky

The word of the Lord came to me (Ezekiel): Son of man, speak to your people and say to them: 'When I bring the sword against the land, and the people of the land choose one of their men and make him their watchman, and he sees the sword coming against the land and blows the trumpet to warn the people, then if anyone hears the warning and the sword comes and takes their  life, their blood will be on their own head."

Last night was a wonderful evening with 38 youth, five adults, seemingly endless chatter and sparkling yachter (that's yach-ter on the planet of the maker) and his or her minions). God provided what we needed in both food and in substance. We've begun to push

We discussed -- for ads what it meant to have, and what it meant to have not. And we discussed, for the last time, what it means for us to have little and have the notion that we can have more.

What can we do about this?

Sitting in a fully wooden chair, resting fairly comfortably against a thick, fully wooden table that was my mother's, I wait. I contemplate a drive to Dallas, Texas. I ponder. By the time the seven-hour drive is complete, I will be inordinately sour and quite sore. But to complete my wife's spiritual journey in a manner befitting her love and her patience,  I must do this.  I will do this. We have committed to this 30 hour period.

And when we have chosen to do this act, and when we finish this act, when it is complete like bread on that final approach in the oven with its marvelous odor dancing to nostrils nearest you, life changes. Just changes. Packs up disappointment and flings the event, the moment, the person, place or stanking thang out de door.

Get it? Got it? Good.

We have precious few Sundays remaining. We can reach, play, pray for these, but what I would dearly like to have happen is we begin to we -- staff, yutes -- begin to understand that God is up to something special in these moments. We begin to understand how He is working with, and especially through, these yacking yutes.

I asked them them last night to think not of themselves but of what the Lord is saying to them through these long last minutes. What is God making good of that has its beginnings in evil strongholds?

Maybe nothing. Maybe much.

The clock is ticking, but that sure doesn't mean we have to ignore all in our path the rest of the way.

Bless the Lord, oh my soul.