So, apologies aside (and I really don't feel all that much remorse doing this), here's the blog version of a rerun.
Or leftovers.
Enjoy.
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It's early.
The Elixir is gurgling itself into existence and the laptop is jumping onto the 'Net. I'm a bit more static, sipping Elixir and reading.
The devotions this morning talk about obedience.
And not that "eventual" obedience.
Instant obedience.
Like when God says "do this" and it's supposed to be done like NOW.
Kinda like firemen.
The alarm goes off and they look up from the TV and say,
"The shows almost over. Only 20 minutes and we'll get right on that."
Thaaaat doesn't happen.
It's immediate response.
Feet be flyin'.
Huh.
So why would someone respond instantly?
React without thinking?
Do something that looks preeeetty stupid when logical convention says "uh-uh"?
I look out the window, pulling on the Elixir.
The Morning Star is over the trees by Grandma Alice's.
There's just a blush of dark blue on the eastern horizon.
Yeah.
That just might be it.
What??? How does th...oh.
My mind flashes back to one of the "Lethal Weapon" movies.
(Wow.
Strong Elixir this morning).
Riggs and Murdock take on a wacko wrapped in armor- and he's gotta a flamethrower.
They're pinned down behind the car. The wacko is coming toward them, spouting flames. and Riggs says to Murdock -
"Take off your clothes, Rog!"
Granted, Rog, as you and I would likely do, says "WHY?!"
"I need him to turn so I can shoot the valve off the tank on his back."
And then the kicker.
"And, ah, flap your arms like a chicken, okay?"
So Rog, resplendent in an athletic-T, boxer shorts with little hearts on 'em, calf-length dark dress socks with garters, and nice black dress shoes, struts out from behind the only protection he has against a maniac.
Bobbing his head.
Flapping his arms.
And clucking.
Then, of course, the usual happens.
The wacko turns, Riggs makes the impossible shot, one thing leads to another, two blocks of the city blow up and Riggs and a shivering Murdock walk down the street in the rain.
And the movie's just started.
So.
What made Rog do it?
The bigger question is what would make me do it?
A big pull on the Elixir floats the answer to the top.
Trust.
Murdock trusts Riggs to make the shot.
And why?
Because Rog has seen Riggs shoot.
Ah, nuts.
Now the Elixir's erosion is making me uncomfortable.
If God asks me to do something, will I trust Him enough to do it NOW?
Or do I hafta think about it.
Will He rip me off in a cruel cosmic joke - or will He draw me closer, making me more like Himself?
More like His Son?
What's He goin' to ask me to do today?
And what am I gonna say?
Huh.
Well...I think I'm gonna put on a clean pair of boxers.
Just in case.
Cluck-cluck, eh?