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Talking to ourselves on the narrow way

In Matthew 7:13-14, Jesus exhorts us to follow the narrow way.  Dr. Lloyd-Jones gives some suggestion about what that looks like:

... having decided that you are going to enter and having sought the gate and entered through it, you then go right on; you commit yourself, and you say certain things to yourself.  It is surely true to say that the solution to many of our problems in this Christian life is that we should talk more to ourselves.  We should constantly remind ourselves of who we are and what we are.  That is what is meant by not only entering in but contnuing along this way.  The Christian man should remind himself every morning as he wakes up, 'I am a child of God; I am a unique person; I am not like everybody else; I belong to the family of God.  Christ has died for me and has translated me from the kingdom of darkness into His own kingdom. I am going to heaven, I am destined for that.  I am but passing through this world.  I know its temptations and trials; I know the subtle insinuations of Satan.  But I do not belong to him.  I am a pilgrim and a stranger; I am one who is following Christ along this road.'  You remind yourself of that, you commit yourself, and you go on doing so.  And the result will be that you will find yourself walking along this narrow way.  That is the first general principle upon which we must act.  When we have seen the truth we must do something about it; we must bring ourselves into a practical relationship to it.

This principle of talking to ourselves is one that is in many of Dr. Lloyd-Jones's writings.  It assumes, though, that we know the truth.  Many people do indeed talk to themselves, but what they are saying is "I am hard done by.  I deserve more.  I have my rights."  Talking to ourselves in this Christian life is useful only to the extent to which we know the truth, and that begins with the Word of God.


Recovery Mode

That is where I am at today.  Two days of fourteen hours on the road, and I'm whipped.  We left Regina, Saskatchewan at 7:00-ish Friday morning, headed south and drove through North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, and Michigan and then crossed the border.  It was somewhat a similar drive a week prior, but on that occasion we headed through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan which is quite lovely at all times of the year.

However lovely those sights are, I think that because I was born in Saskatchewan, there must be some innate sense of comfort being out on the open.  When we got to Grand Forks, I could feel myself unwinding. 

So, now I'm home and in the process of re-acclimating a dog who was with Grandma (and has been fattened up courtesy of Grandma's inability to resist those pleading eyes) and two cats who were not acquainted with the people sleeping in Mummy's bed.  One cat didn't even come home last night, a rarity, and the other sat at my feet this morning as I brushed my teeth.  I also had to make a trip to retrieve my vehicle from my daughter who was using it while we were gone.  I had a quick coffee with her before I had to return and greet my son who is home for Reading Week.  I have a meeting later on this afternoon with our youth leaders, and I have to play the piano tonight .... so much for getting rested.

In the meantime, here is a picture of the backyard of my aunt and uncle who I was visiting.  I have always loved the late afternoon.



Soundtrack for a card ride

Okay, I've discovered that here in North America, there are only a few kinds of radio stations to listen to while driving in the car.  There are the nasty pop music channels which play really bad music, country stations, oldies stations, Public Radio and talk radio.  While driving hubby and I resorted to my iPod when we got tired of that selection, and we have listened to three sermons by D.A. Carson while driving.  We have clocked over 40 hours of driving time since leaving home.

I have run out of Carson sermons on my iPod.  I do have a series of lectures on the New Testament by Moises Silva, but the battery is running low, so who knows.  We may have to resort to the radio.


Changing views

In the last week I have seen the southern shores of Lake Superior, the open plains of Minnesota and North Dakota, and I've seen hundreds of wild turkeys roosting in the trees.

In a few days, the view will change back from open plains to urban sprawl and then back to small town.

I'm tired.

Visiting is exhausting.


My idea for a Science Fiction story

Okay, I'll admit that I am not a huge Sci Fci fan.  The most exciting I get is the occasional episode of Star Trek Voyageur.  But I was thinking about a story that sounds like science fiction.

It is the year 2050 or thereabouts.  Paper books are no longer produced, and what has survived is on display in various museums around the world.  I live in Canada, so the collection is in the Museum of Civilization.  It is illegal to own paper books, and if you are caught you are subjected to arrest and torture, and the torture is to be force fed re-runs of The Oprah Winfrey Show.   The only way to read is to purchase an electronic reader such as Kindle.  Apple is basically running the world, and class distinctions are created around what kind of reader you have.  

The makers of E-readers control all of the readering material.  They are corrupt and are changing the plots of famous classic works of literature.  In the 2050 edition of A Christmas Carol,  Charles Dickens' famous character, Ebeneezer Scrooge has actually murdered his partner, Jacob Marley because he was pilfering from their assets.  Scrooge gets turned in by Bob Cratchit, who has an evil side, and has recruited Tiny Tim to be his enforcer.  Cratchit takes the money from Scrooge and Marley and provides Mrs. Cratchit with a lovely hom in the South of France.   No one is the wiser about this change in plot, because no one is allowed to have paper books.

The conflict arises when underground paper book readers who have stashed mass quantities of original books begin filtering them into society through moles who appear to be loyal to the E-Reader faction.  Soon, there is an all out military conflict pitting the E-Reader faction against the Real Book faction.  The hero of the story is not your typical teenage boy with round little spectacles, but rather a group of angry theology loving housewives who are affronted with the regime.  One of them is married to a computer genius who manages to infiltrate the E-Reader system in Matrix-esque style and the E-Reader factions are consumed by their own devices which have been reprogrammed to destroy their owners.

There are many holes in my story, obviously, and I'm sure it will never actually become a real story.  And of course, this just reveals that I am indeed weirder than I thought.