Saturday, 4 April 2015

The Lord's Evening Meal

It was the Memorial last night.   The Kingdom Hall was packed.  And the Captain and Jackie were there with me. So an extra extra special night.

A lovely talk, explaining the importance of the occasion, and reminding us why we need the ransom sacrifice so much.    And what are the three of us always talking about these days, but how strange it is to be getting old in this way, how painful it is as family and friends begin to get sick and disappear. We can feel how wrong it is.

We were reminded that the Bible tells us death is an enemy.   And that, through "the corresponding ransom" of Jesus' perfect human life, we - all who exercise faith in it - can have the life and perfection that our first parents threw away.

Most people of course won't find out until they are resurrected, and they will be able to learn then in perfect conditions.  But for us living at the time of the end (the end of this wicked system of things on the earth - not the end of this lovely planet!), the matter is very urgent.

Jesus himself made the comparison with Noah's day:
“Concerning that day and hour nobody knows, neither the angels of the heavens nor the Son, but only the Father.  For just as the days of Noah were, so the presence of the Son of man will be.  For as they were in those days before the Flood, eating and drinking, men marrying and women being given in marriage, until the day that Noah entered into the ark,  and they took no note until the Flood came and swept them all away, so the presence of the Son of man will be.  Then two men will be in the field; one will be taken along and the other abandoned.  Two women will be grinding at the hand mill; one will be taken along and the other abandoned.  Keep on the watch, therefore, because you do not know on what day your Lord is coming."  - Matthew 24:36-42

I went up for the Hall cleaning in the afternoon, and then, foolishly it seems, walked to the shops and back afterwards to get something for the three of us tonight.   (Indian takeaway, courtesy of Cooks.)   But even that short walk was too much and I am now in a lot of pain. And exhausted.   Plus Captain B has just been called out on a search and rescue, in the early hours - its 4 in the morning as I type. So I am having a cup of tea, then am going to try and go back to sleep. And won't be out on the work this morning.   However, I hope I can make up for it by getting out Monday instead.  They have a special 10 a.m. arrangement, as it a Bank holiday.

Its not the Knew Knees.  Its the old arthritic ankles that are crippling me at the moment.

But I must remember that Jehovah says he will "make all things new".  And how much we all need that.

I was just taking myself off to bed after the meeting on Thursday when Captain Nightowl said "Its Sheridan Smith, come and watch it".  "it" was the second in a series I hadn't heard of called "Inside No.9".    We are big fans of Sheridan Smith.   At first I thought it was going to be unwatchable, but it turned out to be amazing and wonderful and heartbreaking. And I have been thinking about it a lot. The sadness of the tangled web that we, the children of Adam, are caught in.

But a rescue is so so close.   This month, the Watchtower magazine we will be offering at the doors, explains about the free home Bible study.  Please think about it.  You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain, by finding out what the Bible says.

There are quite often notices on the doors we knock at saying:  "We do not buy and sell from doorstep traders".  We are not trying to sell you anything - we are trying to give you something that is "a pearl beyond price".

I was out on those doors on Thursday morning - starting work with Steve, and then someone must have said "Beam me up Scottie" as he vanished off to a Bible study and Jane arrived to help me finish the territory.  I think my legs still ache from that too, but the thing is that we did it. And I shall give the poor old arthritic joints a bit of a rest over the weekend and hope to start afresh Monday.

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