Apart from my marriage I can't think of anything I have been committed to longer than this blog.
I did work somewhere for 14 years.
I've been at my current job for 6 and a bit years.
But I had breaks during those.
Holidays.
Days off.
I can't remember having a break from my marriage.
Even when I was a dull-witted, stupid, ignoramus, selfish bozo.
But that only happened once.
And it's not what you think.
I didn't DO anything bad.
Well I did, but not like that.
I was just a dull-witted, stupid, ignoramus, selfish bozo
who thought he was doing okay.
(As a side thought, all dull-witted, stupid, ignoramus, selfish bozos generally think that they are doing okay. That's what makes them dull-witted, stupid, ignoramus, selfish bozos. Until it's too late. Then it's not pretty, not pretty at all.)
And I didn't stop being committed to my marriage.
What a pain.
I've opened a can of worms that reads really bad and I'm tempted to invoke the delete key of mediocrity obliteration.
However, I've explained the pointlessness of that before.
I would think I've cheated in this virtual realm of blogland, by disobeying some rule that I've invented that no one else cares about but me.
But me..(interlude of vagueness for an indeterminate time).....
anyway...(more vague)....
onwards and upwards, hey.
Genesis 18
Abraham pleads for the people of the cities that were so openly evil in their behaviour, God was ready to destroy them.
Abraham is concerned for people he doesn't know.
He didn't live with these people.
He presses God for concessions.
Over and over again he asks for more and more from God.
And not for any benefit to him.
Nothing.
He is truly concerned for the righteous few who may be wiped out.
I get a sense that he also had a realistic idea as to how many righteous lived in the cities.
10.
In 5 cities.
And God was willing to spare the debauched, evil and wicked for these 10.
It's pivotal how Abraham's relationship with God enabled the boldness of his conversation.
He knew the heart of God is to save not destroy.
That makes me happy on my inside.
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