Scripture: Ps 19; Exodus 20: 1-17; 1 Corinthians 1:18-25; John 2:13-22
Scripture standout: John 2: "20 They replied, “It has taken forty-six years to build this temple, and you are going to raise it in three days?” 21 But the temple he had spoken of was his body. 22 After he was raised from the dead, his disciples recalled what he had said. Then they believed the scripture and the words that Jesus had spoken."
His Deed/The Day: Relief. I am a busy, busy beaver this season with work — thankfully! My Teachable Moments project for the FTU has unfolded into some overview features, one of which is due this week. And The Resident is full bore into summer. But I also had two volunteer projects hanging over my head: to write copy for the RPDS silent auction program, to write a press release for our church antiques & garden party and to write another Solace for the Children Jacksonville newsletter for email.
Volunteering your time and talents seems easy when you agree to it. But when it's go time, whew! You wonder why the heck you raised your hand! Not really. In my case, I can and like to write. Both groups needed some things written that takes me two seconds flat to do. So in the end, I'm so happy to be able to do it.
What are your talents? If they are second hand to you, can you lend them to a group or individual in need?
Deedsclosure: Let's talk humility. Deeding is impossible without it. Here's a quick reminder: you're not all that, the world does not revolve around you and your problems and no one really gives two hoots about the way you look, act or behave. Seriously!
I anti-deeded someone yesterday. I'm here to admit it. For the past month, I have been unable to hear properly — all sounds have been cloudy and lately, I've had a pressure in my ear that's been annoyingly painful. I assumed I had a major ear infection. Taking all pity on myself, I drove to the Solantic minute clinic to get fixed — and receive some sympathy.
Instead, I anti-deeded the male nurse there. The chubby one whose legs swished together when he walked. The one with squeaky shoes and a fly girl attitude. He snapped on his lighted scope and looked in both of my ears — without remorse. I think I heard him chortle. I think I heard him mutter, "OMG." He may have whispered "nasthy!!!" He left quickly, but as the door slammed I heard him tell the doctor he was going to do something-blah-dee-blah. I fixed my hair and composed myself.
When he re-entered, the chubby male nurse with the squeaky shoes was holding a syringe and a small tub. Without remorse, he tugged on my ear lobe and asked me to hold the small tub underneath. Then, the tingling, powerful gush of liquid firing into my ear like a pressure washer. Then silence. Then the embarrassing peak into the tub. Well no wonder I couldn't hear!!!! I looked at him, embarrassed that I'd focused on his chubbiness and squeaky shoes. "Now that's sexy," I said, feeling NOT all that. And the chubby male nurse turned on his sassy white squeaky nurse kicks, and left the room in a huff.
You may think you're squeaky clean and hot, but you're really full of it. In my experience, at least.
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