Genesis 34 (Earlier Than the Usual)

I have started warming my cups before making a coffee.
Some would say "Big deal".
Some would say "Well duh".
I have probably been a little slow in this and it wasn't until I spoke to a much learned and astute fellow called.....well I'll keep that to myself for now.
Only in the name of "not letting his head swell."
Anyway it has made a huge difference to my coffees.
Warmer longer.
Taste is probably the same.
But I can enjoy it for longer.
Unless I decide to make rude comments on Facebook and spill it over my keyboard.
There are some who would say that it was warranted.
There are some who would say justice was served.
There are some who would still like me anyway.
I'll hang with those guys.
They like me.

Last night I noticed it had also gone all over the front of the desk,
onto the printer,
under the printer and
over some paperwork stored on a shelf.
AND the fullstop key keeps sticking.
I shouldn't Facebook after I blog.

Genesis 34
So do two wrongs make a right?
Do you correct a wrong, no matter how horrendous, with deceit?
As heinous a crime that was committed, did the actions of Jacob's sons go too far.
Was the deceit needed in order to dispense the punishment in the end?
It's one of those chapters that just doesn't seem to fit.
It starts and ends with actions that most of us just shudder at.
Do we feel the horror of the initial crime?
The warped sense of affection that follows?
The sense of a judgment meted out disproportionate to the initial crime?
Where is Jacob in this?
He did nothing at first because his sons weren't around.
Afraid again?
He offers no wisdom or thought, it appears.
And his sons do something over the top.
Why is his faith and relationship with God so distant from his sons?

As a father, I hope my kids know my walk with God.
I hope I can talk with them about it.
I hope they see it as valid in their lives.
I hope they talk to me about decisions they make.
I hope they do it better than this example of Jacob's children.

I forgot where I was going in my little preamble.
When I put my glass in the microwave, I have discovered the best time for reheating is one minute and twenty seconds.
But every time I punch that into the keypad, I'm struck with the same thought.

Why when I press 1, 2, 0, doesn't it go for two minutes?
It's normally a verbal thought.
It's normally followed by Donna shaking her head.
It's normally followed by the kids shaking their heads.
It's normally followed by a really good coffee.

I hope you have noticed things looking a little different today.
If you haven't.....wow, I must write okay to distract you so much.
Or you're blind.
Oh hang on.
That doesn't work.
It must be how well I write.
Solved.