Monday morning. Raining. Running late. The old nature swells beneath my skin cracking a thin veneer of righteousness like the discarded exoskeleton of some long gone critter I hope has morphed into something beautiful. Something wonderful. Something totally opposite of what I am this morning. What emerges is ugly, ill tempered and totally unfit for inclusion in the 8am wave of humanity.
Rush hours are definitely some of least favored hours of suburban life. The 8 AM slot has to be the worst of the morning waves. There are just too many nuts for this nut to be thrown into the mix. Mixed nuts for the most part are good. It’s the plain nuts that need to be, how can I say it, eliminated. Get rid of them all. We’ll never miss them and the rainy Monday 8 AM wave will be much more civil.
Civility. Yes! Give me the 6 or 7 AM crowd anytime. Those 8 AM folks are just plain nuts. And yes, thanky very much, I know it ain’t Wednesday.
Romans 7:23-25 (New American Standard Bible)
23but I see a different law in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin which is in my members. 24Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death?
25Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, on the one hand I myself with my mind am serving the law of God, but on the other, with my flesh the law of sin.