On these hang all the law and the prophets
Imagine you were in a dark room with no windows or doors, with only a dim, tiny bulb for light. Feeling around, you discover that parts of the wall are solid brick, parts are thin wood paneling, and other parts are made of paper. You break through the paper to find more walls behind. You bloody your knuckles trying to break through some paneling. More walls.
A couple weeks ago, my daily reading was in the book of Haggai. It’s a really short book, with only two chapters. Before then, I hadn’t remembered much from Haggai, but it really stuck with me this time.
As you might know, Kelly and I own a new software consulting business. I’ve been a good consultant for many years, but this is the first time I’ve been responsible for the entire business, and frankly, it’s way outside my area of expertise, not to mention being 2,000 miles away from all of the connections I had made before we moved. I had been working on completing a project that I started before we left Wisconsin. It was getting close to the end, and I still hadn’t found a new project to take its place. No project means no income.
I love baseball. I always have. I can enjoy any game, no matter who is playing. Even if it takes my team 6.5 hours and 18 innings to finally get the win (Giants vs. Nationals, 2014). Even if it’s the local high school where I don’t actually know any kids. To everyone that thinks baseball is a slow boring sport: you are wrong.